This is some straight up Mimi shit:
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Also A+ perfectionist with half the lash detaching:
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So Anna woke up from her afternoon nap, lonely and bored, and in a manic fit of inspiration decided to do drag Christmas makeup.
I’m kinda surprised Anna doesn’t have a gay bestie. I’m sure there’s some MAC MUA at The Domain that would suck it up if it meant being Anna’s plus one on a cruise.
Anna is unworthy of a gay bestie. She doesn't honestly love make up, fashion, glamour, or things like Broadway musicals, old movies, the arts, antiques, or design that women and gay men typically bond over. When she decides to play around with any of those things, it's always half-assed and a manic bid for attention, not because she cares about it and knows what she's doing or talking about. She's obnoxious, annoying, crass, tasteless, needy, childish, and embarrassing to be seen with, which is why she can't maintain friendships with other humans of any kind; ; why would a gay man be an exception?
The original Lazers, IIRC, was a gay man, and probably the last shot she had at a gay bestie. He disappeared not long after they started a weight-loss blog together, which has always made me think the blog was her idea, she pestered him into it, and ultimately drove him away from it.
I can't stop looking at the giant glob of hot glue between the two front ornaments. I noticed all the sloppy hot glue strings all over the hat when she posted her manic crafting video, and they're still there, with one of them hanging right next to her eye in all the photos. It shouldn't surprise me that she never did the simple act of pulling them off, but it does.
She's such a tard. If she wanted to make a hat out of ornaments, she should have started with a cap as a base. Even a cheap trucker cap with the bill cut off can work well as a starting point. Instead, she just started [drunkenly] hot-gluing ornaments together with no plan, and no clue how to get what she wanted. And then she didn't have anything small to fill in gaps like that glue-filled crevasse in the front.
I wouldn't shit on her for it if she didn't keep pretending to be the Craft Queen (as well as a Type-A perfectionist), but she's made an ugly, fucked-up mess out of so many projects; this is just the latest piece of landfill-fodder she's slopped together.
(To be fair, she did a surprisingly decent job on the denim jacket she painted and bedazzled recently, but has apparently lapsed back into regular form with this mess.)
I’ll call an extreme munchie arc and raise you that she will leave Austin. Why the fuck is she even there? She can fail anywhere, and daddy and his money are all the way in the Midwest.
Austin is a "cool" place to live that 1) she can afford; 2) allows her to be car-dependent; and 3) is more deathfat-friendly overall. NYC is out of her price range unless she wants to live in a charmless high-rise shoebox again, and she'd be too dependent upon walking and public transport to get anywhere. Also, a lot of buildings in NYC are old, and not built or remodeled to accommodate deathfats. Austin is probably a
lot easier for somebody her size to navigate day-to-day than NYC.
I don't see her moving to Ohio to be closer to her family unless she's so debilitated and in desperate need of their help that she has no choice. When she goes home, she feels judged, and she can't handle it.
I'm sure her dad and brother have asked her some really pointed questions in the past about her chosen way of living (including her eating and drinking habits), and since Anna cannot tolerate any sort of criticism, real or perceived, direct or implied, going home even for short visits is fraught with tension. She ain't moving back.
[ETA: I forgot one thing: Texas has no state income tax, which I'm sure plays a significant role in her living there. ]
That's just fucking sad. Doodles are generally touted as affectionate and strongly people oriented, and he doesn't even twitch when she says his name. All the dogs I knew growing up would instantly snap awake if anyone said something that vaguely resembled their name or the magic word "walk". My oversized GSD would try to cram himself into my lap if I said, "cuddle".
Some dogs are much more affectionate and people oriented than others, but still.
Data is every bit as affectionate and playful and people-oriented as any Labradoodle—just not around Anna. There have been a few videos in the past where we got to see him interact with humans who were not-Anna, and he was so deliriously happy, it was like seeing a completely different dog.
Around Anna, he's withdrawn, quiet, and anxious. He's constantly giving her whale-eye, which is a clear fear indicator in dogs—he is legitimately
terrified of her. And Anna neither notices nor cares.
I can't help but wonder what Anna has done to that poor dog for him to be so afraid of her. Dogs are so forgiving, and so willing to keep loving their people even when those people might not deserve it, but honestly, Data is the most depressed, demoralized, anxious dog I've ever seen.