Anna o' Brien / Glitter + Lazers / GlitterandLazers - Fat, drunk, consoomer attention whore who would rather eat and drink herself to death than endure a single negative emotion

LOL, her stylist bought an extra-large salon chair; that's why Anna fits in it now:
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This is the Grand Canon Extra Large Styling Chair. It has a 24.5" wide seat, supports up to 800 lbs., and is currently on sale for $270 (from $380).

Anna, we have EYES. We can SEE YOU. And trying to pretend you've lost enough weight to fit in a normal salon chair is ridiculous enough to send people like me off on an autistic quest to google "plus size salon chairs."

For fuck's sake, woman—stop. You're insulting us, and embarrassing yourself.
 
Not a hot take: Anna is retarded.
The first thing I thought of when I saw that Snow White costume was "why is she dressed as Rosie O'Donnell from that Bus movie wearing a tiktok-hipster-cosplaying-as-1950's-trad-wife". Not sure if your lead-in or her hair/adipose tissue made me think that

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(note: this movie is unfindable, truly a Library of Alexander of our time coded)

Happened to stumble on this gem while trying to confirm/deny my regarded-ness
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One of my favorite things about Anna is the gravitas-ness she has about the most mundane, simple, obvious thoughts that genuinely feels like she thins everyone else needs to know. It's the light-heartedness of the absolutely delusional things she says/films which I find so endearing from the other serious and degenerate people on here. Her content is like my cheap delicious baked good to an actual nutritious healthy yogurt.

I'm glad it seems like she barely interacts with her commenters/followers at all besides the basic influencer stuff, and that she hasn't attracted her own feral a-logs (inshallah)
 
She used to being her own chair to the salon. How is that not a wake-up call.

LOL, her stylist bought an extra-large salon chair; that's why Anna fits in it now:
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This is the Grand Canon Extra Large Styling Chair. It has a 24.5" wide seat, supports up to 800 lbs., and is currently on sale for $270 (from $380).

Anna, we have EYES. We can SEE YOU. And trying to pretend you've lost enough weight to fit in a normal salon chair is ridiculous enough to send people like me off on an autistic quest to google "plus size salon chairs."

For fuck's sake, woman—stop. You're insulting us, and embarrassing yourself.
And she's still spilling over and out of it.
 
Anna considers Jon her 'friend' and her hairstylist her 'friend'.

The man who films and edits her content for her job, and the woman she pays to bleach her hair. Are her friends.

It's been how long since her BFF Tracy or Tricia or whatever was featured? Emely hasn't been seen since the Hawaii meltdown.

ANNA HAS NO FRIENDS. She considers her servants friends, an undue burden she places on them when they didn't sign up for such a task.

Is the Uber driver to-and-from the airport her friend? Is the nurse who squeezes her lymph out after her lipo her friend? Is the Trader Joe's cashier her friend? Is the dog kennel employee her friend? Is the DoorDasher who delivers her Starbucks her friend? Is Dr Amron her friend? Is the Starbucks social engagement management intern her friend? Is the bandage expert binding her swelling up in bandages her friend? Is the makeup artist who did her mummy makeup her friend? Is the lipedema pressure suit salesman her friend? Is the flight attendant from LA>TX her friend? Is the RunLab doctor technician her friend? Is the old lady on the walking path her friend?

If you pass Anna's vicinity and interact with her in any way, you are roped into her inner life; you have become her FRIENDtm, a certified bro who she can use to shore up her crumbling ego.
 
Somehow, I can’t imagine Anna bringing in a chair to a salon to get her hair done. She was so embarrassed to pull up a bigger chair on some influencer trip that she sat in the big one at a table away from the group. (Then blamed them for not noticing.)

Is she saying she frequently carries wide load chairs around? Then why was she complaining about the manspreader at the doctor who took the fat fuck chair and she had to stand? (Whose wife later came in the second retelling.)

Or, is she only carrying this special chair to the salon from her apartment and nowhere else? Where does she keep it when not in use? Wouldn’t she just keep it in her trunk so she doesn’t have to drag it out for every appointment. (And knowing Anna, forget it?)

Or maybe, just maybe, this is a lie. She’s been sitting in that fattie salon chair a long time-in fact she probably picked that place because they have fat chairs. Maybe the compression garments give her an extra half inch so it feels better and she made this video. Or maybe she’s still pretending that her lipodema is improving but nothings changed.

Lies, all lies. I will never believe she carries a fat chair to a salon. She is no better than Chantal anymore. Question everything.
 
Thank you, much better than my half assed attempt was!
One thing KF taught me about myself is that I have knack for awful screenshots.

Like I'm trying to read annas thread posts and I don't know if she had a stroke writing them or if I'm having a stroke reading them

What is the going for with this platform existence?
 
LOL, her stylist bought an extra-large salon chair; that's why Anna fits in it now:
View attachment 6485007

This is the Grand Canon Extra Large Styling Chair. It has a 24.5" wide seat, supports up to 800 lbs., and is currently on sale for $270 (from $380).

Anna, we have EYES. We can SEE YOU. And trying to pretend you've lost enough weight to fit in a normal salon chair is ridiculous enough to send people like me off on an autistic quest to google "plus size salon chairs."

For fuck's sake, woman—stop. You're insulting us, and embarrassing yourself.
I’d laugh my ass off if it was actually called the Grand Canyon Extra Large Styling Chair.
 
She doesn’t mind if there’s a picnic table.
She didn't think this through. The classic wooden picnic table with attached bench seats is not easy to sit down at for a non-obese adult of average height. How exactly would this fat cow get both legs over the seat and under the table?
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Don't get me wrong. I think she should try. I'd love to see her fall with one leg still under the table and turn it into an improvised breaking wheel.
 
For y'all who're proclaiming that Anna's lying her face off about bringing her own chair to the hair stylist...

Yup. You're right.

https://kiwifarms.net/threads/anna-o-brien-glitter-lazers-glitterandlazers.66801/post-11656053 This post has a clip from the video she posted where she was eating chicken nuggets and sewing shit while having her hair bleached. You can clearly see she's seated in a sturdy chair from the hairstylist's lobby.

ETA: The last recorded hair bleaching we have was done in her own home, so that one doesn't count.
 
Picnics also involve eating a finite amount of food
Have you ever heard of "goat packing", where you have goats carry your hiking shit around with you on your trip through nature? Anna could go "oxen packing" and have an oxen team pull the proper amount of picnic food in their giant wagon.
And yeah, the lowering herself to the ground and getting back up afterward with any grace at all? Nope.
Here's where that oxen team comes in handy again. Disconnect the giant wagon from the oxen harnesses, attach ropes to Anna, lead oxen to pull Anna back to standing.
. The classic wooden picnic table with attached bench seats is not easy to sit down at for a non-obese adult of average height.
Those tables usually have two 2x6 boards for the seat, so the bench seat is at most 13 inches wide with a one inch space in between. Good luck sitting Anna's ass on that. Plus if she tries to sit backwards at the table, her huge fat back presses against the table top shoving her too far forward.

It's basically impossible for her to use a classic wooden picnic table unless she's lying on top of it. She has outfatted sturdy tables for 8 people.
It has a 24.5" wide seat, supports up to 800 lbs.
That salon chair is gobsmackingly huge, and she's spilling out of it like over-risen bread dough. And she thinks it's a win. And she went and posted photo proof for the entire goddamn internet to laugh over.
Or maybe, just maybe, this is a lie. She’s been sitting in that fattie salon chair a long time-in fact she probably picked that place because they have fat chairs.
Winner winner, fried chicken dinner! She's too entitled and lazy to bring her own chair.

Juliana Aprileo (of the Corissa and J thread) has an ultra-fatty camping chair, so they do exist. Amazon has some with 34 inch wide seats and 800 lb capacity. But Anna expects the entire world to cater to her.

Side note: If you search "800 lb camping chair" on Amazon, several pop up. They're clearly intended for tailgating at football games, but they still show photoshopped pictures of camping. From one review "I gifted this to my friend he loves it. He even stated that it came with a bottle opener." LOLFAT!!
 
Good Lardt.
The fact that Anna considers this a "win" and a "joy" is just sad as hell.
Which is a win and a joy for all of us on this thread.

Questions: am I the only one that genuinely loves to hate this useless toad? Like, I don't give a shit if people gimme the hats... I just want her to fall down and break an ankle already just to see that open mouth smirk wiped off her ugly face--even if only for a moment. Just me?
 
Anna considers Jon her 'friend' and her hairstylist her 'friend'.

The man who films and edits her content for her job, and the woman she pays to bleach her hair. Are her friends.

It's been how long since her BFF Tracy or Tricia or whatever was featured? Emely hasn't been seen since the Hawaii meltdown.

ANNA HAS NO FRIENDS. She considers her servants friends, an undue burden she places on them when they didn't sign up for such a task.

Is the Uber driver to-and-from the airport her friend? Is the nurse who squeezes her lymph out after her lipo her friend? Is the Trader Joe's cashier her friend? Is the dog kennel employee her friend? Is the DoorDasher who delivers her Starbucks her friend? Is Dr Amron her friend? Is the Starbucks social engagement management intern her friend? Is the bandage expert binding her swelling up in bandages her friend? Is the makeup artist who did her mummy makeup her friend? Is the lipedema pressure suit salesman her friend? Is the flight attendant from LA>TX her friend? Is the RunLab doctor technician her friend? Is the old lady on the walking path her friend?

If you pass Anna's vicinity and interact with her in any way, you are roped into her inner life; you have become her FRIENDtm, a certified bro who she can use to shore up her crumbling ego.

Women don't have friends, they have tools and it's perfectly fine for them.
 
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