"Leaving the drama behind..."
By "drama" I suppose she means criticism. I cannot imagine what more she can do to manipulate her comments and public persona; she is so clueless. This is a woman who tries to present herself as desirable and well-informed. She hints that she has this whole secret life "off-camera" that totally cancels out any shenanigans that she performs onscreen.
I sometimes wonder how in the world she is okay with showing that junkyard of a luxury apartment, the heap of ghastly-smelling year-old unwashed clothing, the surfaces completely covered in a mix of old food, dishes, cosmetics, and whatever else she has allowed to accumulate. I am eagerly anticipating the expiration of her lease. Perhaps that will insert an interesting development into the coming year. I know that her family is starting to get a knot in their stomachs whenever it occurs to them what could be headed their way.
Of course, Peetz is in it for whichever way the wind blows (the fart-scented wind). However the Shitqueen decides to proceed with her swan-dive into hell, he will be permitted to attend to her demands.
I think this year will be more of the same old, same old. I really think she will be one of the cockroach-types who drags on and on for years. She has already shown that she is inhuman and unaffected by things that would take down an actual person. Whatever she does, I just want it to be accompanied by the usual chimp-outs, rages, and WEIGHT GAIN.
In a twist of the Audioslave song (featuring the ICONIC Chris Cornell)...keep on showing us how NOT to live.
As incomprehensible as it seems to (most of) us for someone to live like Chantal does, both physically and mentally, the most baffling aspect to me is HER total lack of comprehensive ability of herself, her lifestyle, her health, her dubious future, etc. on and on into oblivion - which by all the signs, will not BE on and on, but down and down. I still picture her on her back - or even on her humongous frontage whatever-gunt-tummy rocking back and forth with her tiny arms and legs waving, calling for James to come wipe her butt. Which I have no doubt he will.
Why? Why is she so oblivious to her own demise?
@Super Colon Blow upthread said;
How does anybody knowingly take a nose dive into this kind of misery? I cannot comprehend this while either drunk or sober. Brain returns a blue screen. Has the survival instinct been bred right out of these deathfats?
And I think the answer is, yes. If you get to that level of abuse to your own body, you have little or no survival instinct.
Not only is she oblivious, but downright gleeful (cut to her showing her glucometer registering 15.1) and PROUD of the achievement (!) which would scare the beejeebers out of most people, even fatties.
The answer: she is bat-shit crazy for real and needs intervention, whether her family, James, her subs/"friends", or (god forbid) herself, to commit her to forced inpatient care.
The reality: none of that will happen because no one cares enough and this is what she has brought on herself by being the despicable human she is. Instead of caring, they are patiently hunkering down to wait it out. And by that, I mean when she finally croaks, no matter how horrific her final throes - and they WILL be horrific. Unless, of course, she conveniently just drops dead when that embolism she's nurturing so lovingly throws a clot to her brain.
At this point in time, THAT would actually be a best-case scenario. Then her 'handlers' would collectively breath a long sigh of relief.
And we at the Farms will have to go search for a new cow.
