You know you can buy a cabin on a cruiseliner and just live there? I wonder if that's endgame here.
Seriously, it should be. Every new sailing would give her the chance to make all-new bffs, who would be on their way home before getting sick of her. She could always be the expert on shipboard life and ports of call, telling her latest fatty besties what all the best attractions and food and booze options are. She'd be like an unpaid activities director, only for deathfats. She could do all the bikini and sundress hauls she wanted by having everything shipped to a PO box near the Miami cruise terminal.
Of course, she'd gain another 100lbs in six months, and seal her poor, doomed liver's fate. And then she'd get bored, because she always does, and attempt to travel somewhere else—only to find she's too fat, too immobile, and can no longer do it.
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If this doesn't show how out of touch Anna is with her audience I don't know what will.
- Sold my house BUT I CANT TELL YOU WHY!
- "I sold my house because i had a CHANCE to do something kinda cool and crazy and stressful."
- She bought the house knowing she was never going to stay there for long.
LOL, she bought it near the top of the market, and paid well over the listing price for it. That's not something you do if you're not planning to live there very long.
- She set the house up so it was live downstairs work upstairs.
- She says this stopped being viable to live where she worked upstrairs.
- Rather sure the issue was she started being unable to do those stairs.
- She says if she needs her support and teams to not be in her home.
- She has no team yet. But she will
manifest
it.
- She says she needs to seperate her work from her perosnal life.
She has no personal life. No partner, no kids, no hobbies, no family that comes to stay, no friends she has over to hang out with. She makes social media content, orders in Door Dash, gets drunk, warches Disney shit on TV, buys more shit online, passes out, and does it again the next day. She's an empty human, living an empty life, and she craves low-effort novelty and stimulation.
If she has to separate her work life from her personal life, it's probably because she's got some vestigial amount of shame at having someone else see how much she actually eats and drinks in a day, and how much of a mess she actually is.
- "I didn't want to stay because this is a big ass house."
YOU BOUGHT IT
BECAUSE IT WAS A BIG-ASS HOUSE.
- She thinks that your supposed to always be given a month after the closing date to move.
- She complains that her buyers wanted closing date and move in date to be the same.
- This would give her only 30 days to move instead of the 60 she wanted.
I found this on Twitter. I thought it was just about the dumbest thing I'd seen, but now realize this person is only slightly dumber than Anna when it comes to how real estate works:
- She's moving into a hotel.
- She says she may stay in multiple hotels to rank them all in Austin.
Countless staff of high-end/boutique hotels in Austin can heave a sigh of relief if this happens: this braying, attention-seeking, alcoholic deathfat will only stay one night before moving on.
- Then she's doing a Disney Cruise (sponsorship).
- She has no plans on where she will live and she finds this exciting to be homeless.
I keep telling myself I shouldn't be surprised at how mind-meltingly out-of-touch she is, but then she says shit like this and I'm all, "Never cease to be surprised, boo. Never lose that sense of awe and wonder." Because holy fuck.
- She also admits her "big deal" isnt even come through yet.
- She plans to stay in Austin.
- Her area is too suburban.
- She hates having neighbors.
- She finds it boring.
- No ones single.
- She moved into a HOA that is part of a district its a lot of soccer mobs and kids.
- She is not "accustomed" to being around children.
- She wasn't making neighborhood friends.
- She wants to move to a place where peopel are "her age" and her style. She wants them to be single and want to hang out with her.
So, basically, she hated everything we said she would hate about living in a family-oriented, suburban, master-planned community. We all knew last year that she would be absolutely miserable living there, and seek to escape it.
Anna, you should let Kiwi Farms make all of your major life decisions for you, as we clearly know you better than you know yourself.
- She made the decision to sell the house but wont say why or what is happening.
- It seems the buyer demanded an appraisal to check if they were paying too much.
The buyer's entitled to seek an appraisal, and it's not an unreasonable request. She paid way over listing price for that house only a year ago, and the market's cooled since then. Prices may not be dropping yet, but from what I can tell it's less competitive—that the buyer's able to make a sale contingent upon an appraisal, instead of being rejected for whoever is willing to pay more than the asking price, speaks volumes.
Honestly, I expect her "big secret" to either be another massive disappointment—as so many of her previous "big secrets" have been—or else just as insane, ill-considered, and impulse-driven as buying the house was.
Either way, dragging out a "big secret" for weeks or months on end is just fucking tiresome.
I didn't like her before but now I despise her
I'd be more likely to despise her if I thought anything this spoiled, overfed, drunken infant said or did was ultimately going to work in her favor. The gross unfairness of that would be too much. But, given her personal emptiness, obvious lineliness, and chronic feelings of dissatisfaction and disappointment, the best I can summon is mild contempt.