There is a pretty good central conflict, in fact several, starting to develop around her shitshow. This accidental and random arc is starting to mutate into something ghastly and lulzy at the same time. On the one hand is her rising notoriety, almost all of it based on how disgusting she is; celebrity has certainly gotten ahold of her brain. On the other is this mad spiral into insanity, with death still the only viable outcome unless her trajectory changes quickly and permanently, and she ain't built for speed.
Each installment is just slightly more...
ghastly then the last. There is no other word that comes immediately to mind, and usually there is no shortage of them.
And yet, and yet, even as the ghastliness grows, she ramps up her entitled smugness. This is what I meant weeks ago when I said we would approach a crescendo.
One of these two extremes is gonna have to give first, one would reckon, but Chantal will be smug on her own deathbed. First things she'll do when she enters the Pearly Gates will be to accuse St. Peter of lusting after her, look for some ambrosia, and let a loud wet one rip right in the faces of some skinny bitch angels.
So we get in ALL CAPS, a NOTICE ME AGAIN SENPAI message as a title. I bet Trisha rolled her eyes at that, if someone brought it to her attention.
Chantal looks visibly disheveled. Like she's just letting everything fall apart. She looks like she is getting those bulbous cheeks only seen on major league deathfatties like LifeByJen or as prosthetics on Eric Stoltz' face in
Mask. Her hair is stringy. She's got a sore on her face. Her chin is fatter and rounder than ever. Her frock is dingy. She has made her fingernails the way a kindergartener would, or a psycho clown. She is a complete, gross, yucky mess. Beyond dirty. How could any woman with a roof over her head reach such a state so willingly? It boggles the mind.
She sniffs the fucking sandwich in disgusting fashion. "Let's sniff the bread together" she says in a husky fat voice. She burps fucking loudly and offers an insincere "I'm so sorry". She is about as sincere as a stripper "apologizing" for letting her skirt fall to the floor.
While we gander at that nice fat sub, we might be tempted to think, "well, all things considered, it isn't the worst thing for her, although she sure didn't skimp on the mayo", but then she dumps out the kettle-fried chips in a pile. And only the naive among us would suppose that this is her one meal for the day. It is a hearty lunch to be followed by a calorie-fest dinner. Wonder if the McBreakfast is an everyday thing by now?
"I don't know if I'm gonna be able to eat
both sides today, but we'll see..." Who are you kidding, lard-ass? Camera on or camera off, that sub is a goner.
She tells us Bibi will change the disgusting dressing on her disgusting wound, but I wonder if she changes it all? She inadvertently admits to not showering. Then. an advertisement for Coldest fatty water bottle.
She says she has to wait before she can do sexual activity. "Which
sucks, waiting
for..." she says in a singsong voice with an eyeroll; a gesture that might only be readable on her planet.
She can't do any heavy lifting "or stuff like that" lolol, how is this any different from life before? I never saw
her buck a bale of hay...
And then, she tells us about the wound incision opening... now she needs daily dressing care (then what was all the BS you just told us 2 seconds ago?)
She appears livid because her appointment was at 2:15, but nobody was able to attend to the beached whale until 4:50. She gives an aggressive little bitchy micro-shake of her head at that. Then it took the doc two seconds to declare "oh, it's beautiful"
I have never seen doctors as delighted with their patient as Chantal's doctors...
Brushing that aside, now we get to Trisha Paytas' anointment of Clotso, the leaking, farting, shit-spraying mukbanger. "If you're watching this Trish...", intimately leaving off the "a". She interrupts her own thank you speech to take an enormous bite out her sub, smearing her face with mayo as her cheeks bulge with food.
She makes a very weird gesture with her eyes that approximates modest bafflement, "She doesn't do that
often, from what I hear..." Which, of course, by implication, means that Chantal is one of the best!
She is so flattered Trisha watches, but also kind of gives off an air of "of course she would" Meanwhile, throughout the video, she has been chewing with her mouth open like a moon-faced re-tard.
She is now gonna call haydurs "lovers" Haha, that ought to disempower 'em!! She then tells Sam he stinks. Suddenly, he is not Sham.
She's pleased that Trisha gets as many hateful comments as she does (but does not comment on the face that Trisha doesn't delete them)
Then she announces she wants lip fillers. Is this not as lipstick-on-a-pig as it gets? "My lips are getting thinner" she declares. No stupid, your face is getting
fatter. This is when I swear she has some weird kind of reverse body dysmorphia.
Sam starts beezin' hardcore and makes her breathless and frazzled.
"Yes I know I have other health problems to think about..." she says, brushing them all away with one swoop. No, it is lip fillers she needs to be thinking about.
Then, several silent minutes of chewing, interrupted by rough throat-clearing.
This time, she will leave a suggestions post up on her community tab. Will she leave it up? "I
will", she sings, in weird singing voice.
She promises us a Xmas dinner with family video, and goes on about how "traditional" her family Xmas is. Next week, expect a lot of vlogs she says.
So, everything is just ducky in her world, except her wound is opening up and she needs daily care. But no sweat, lip fillers is what a celebrity really needs...
ugh. Swirling the drain, while she she thinks she's on top of the world.