his ex who died did not do coke but she was a drinker. She died at 45 years old of “natural causes”, they were not together when she died.
stabbed ex was a rumor… Chantal saw “proof”.
at the McDonald’s drive thru (large diet coke with extra ice and one cheeseburger): “I am getting therapy. I am getting therapy” …[shortly after]… “When am I getting therapy? All I have to do is make a phone call.”
someone did steal his clothes… she laughed and said he can use her “tent-sized” underwear to make a few pairs of pants.
wants to get married, Peetz will rent a room with her wherever she is.
“I won’t be paying anyone’s rent ever again. He did not ask me, I offered.”
physical fight only happened ONCE on coke… and “so much stuff”
he rolled some joints for her, left her dirty bong a his house
“I’m not using YOUR [chat’s] money for anything other than myself, Peetz and Sam.”
“…woman who called him with a weird vagina…” [this story came out of nowhere, went nowhere]
he was working for a while at first
“Went there and brought him his stuff, then we talked… I had to shit, number one I had to shit… so I went in and he had made all good food and then I dunno, we talked obviously. And you know. Stuff happened.”
“I don’t know what it is. I see him and I just melt.”
chat suggests couples therapy again
“He’s actually started getting help with his… something. He’s on the right track and he promised to never touch coke again.”
“He put all my stuff in my car. I was gonna leave.”
“Drama-free is kinda boring though.”
CHAT: “A guy gives you the D and you think its love.” “I guess I give people the benefit of the doubt, you know like, he tells me he loves me.”
CHAT QUOTING CHANTAL: “Drama-free is boring though” “It is. Why do you watch me? Why do you watch reality TV?”
“I don’t want sympathy. I’m telling you cuz I don’t wanna lie. …. I don’t want approval. You don’t need to understand.”
*Sam cries like a kitten, seems a little distressed* Asks Sam if he ate his dinner. [Did she feed the cats before she went to the pyramid for 5 hours?]
To a VIB: “Sorry like I’m not an ass kisser. Cancel if you don’t like my decisions in life but I’m not gonna kiss your ass….. Why are you guys so angry with me, I don’t get it!”
CHAT: YOU MAKE ME LIVID. Well then do yourself a favor and go and de-stress. (waves around the joint) I’m dangerous to my audience? [SHE IS PISSED]
“French Fried Gorl lied about fuckin’ everything. I didn’t want to say that but she even messaged NADer and was like, “Do you know where I can find my ex? He hit me with a hammer and I need to find him.” (she has a restraining order and is in a legal battle)
Chantal to Kaylee (VIB): “You’re the first one to get blocked. GOODBYE!”
continues raging at chat
“When he’s sober I love who he is.. he’s really, really funny. He’s so smart. He can do so many things. He can make a motorcycle out of a coke can, he was selling them before.”
CHAT: WHY DID HE CHANGE HIS FACEBOOK RELATIONSHIP STATUS? “That was like in reference to us.”
“He says he doesn’t know the woman on the step. She hasn’t been back that I know. Ha! His clothes got stolen in like two seconds flat.”
[around 4:20 am— screams for Pee in manipulative baby voice, asks if he’s awake]
some haydurs video chat him while naked to ask why he’s with Chantal cuz she’s gross
[door creeks open] Peetz enters her room and asks with actual emotion in his voice,
Pee: “Fiss, are you back with Dom?”
Chantal: “No. No, I went there though. I don’t want to talk about it on livestream- I’ll tell you about it after. What happened.”
Pee: “Ok, It’s just cause…
Chantal interrupts: “People are [she rolls eyes] messaging Peetz.”
Pee: “That and you were talking about like forgiving and all that stuff.”
Chantal: Um, yeah. I’ll talk to you about it after.”
Waits until Peetz leaves, huffs, makes face at door and says, “I don’t know how much more awkward that could get.”
chat gives her crap for lying to, abusing and ordering around Peetz, she becomes enraged
“I’m not deleting this stream.”
“My foot doesn’t hurt anymore, I think it’s completely healed”
can’t remember what she was about to say.“I’m having like a panic attack right now.” [high and pretty calm, regular breathing]
doesn’t want pity
“Why am I crying?” [rolls eyes, isn’t crying at all]
opens an old styrofoam food container that has been sitting in her room [laughs boisterously despite very recent “panic attack” and “crying] Too lazy to bring it downstairs to the garbage. “I’m going to throw it out tonight. That’s a lie. I need a lie detector test.”
2:21:07 Sings quietly, has not burst out in song at all so far: “No we’re never going to survive, unless.” —Seal “Crazy” (1991)
“I’m not innocent. Women can also hit men, you know?”
“He never asked me for my phone. It was just sitting in a drawer dead. I tried calling his a million times.. his phone was like dying so I said you know what? Here ya go. Here’s a fuckin phone. You can use it and you’ll never miss my call again. Today he told me, ‘I’m getting my fucking phone fixed and you are getting yours back.’”
“Like, he calls me names but… he’ll say things like, ‘Are you stupid? Are you a bum?’ They’re like endearing. It’s not said in a bad- it’s said in like a loving teasing— like we tease each other a lot. Like, he’ll just grab me [motions to throat being grabbed and being pushed back] like back and we’ll just tease each other. Like, I burped in his face today. [laughs] It’s fucked up but… I dunno. Ugh. Like it’s really messed up, like one minute I’ll be like ‘I really fucking hate you’ and like mean it and then he’ll do something and then I’ll just laugh and then we’ll make up. It’s really fucked. We need therapy.”
ponders if they should just be friends with benefits
“My grandma’s not doing well.”
sings a small portion of Britney Spears “Toxic”
“Hamburger helper is still in the pot.”
sings,“You look so happy when I’m not with you.” The Weeknd “Save Your Tears”
re-hashes non-stabbing, Shannon vs Nader
tweezes chin hair, spit bath, jokes about not using soap.
gave him her second Nashie
takes down hair- looks crazy
CHAT: WHY DOES HER HAIR DO THAT?
“Because I wash it like once a week. [laughs hysterically] I’m just kidding. [laughs] It’s so dirty that it clogs my drain.”
“Nutritional deficiencies? My diet right now consists of Twisty Misties and Nashies. The only hope of any vitamins I ever get is when I eat at Dom’s”
“My poop smells like weed.”
goes downstairs to eat, kinda quiet cuz Peetz is sleeping, BBJ waiting in kitchen chair, weighs in at 343 pounds, BBJ pacing in front of the camera in anticipation of food, tests blood sugar = 7.4
"I honestly don’t feel like making a salad.”
microwave lasagna, pickles and french dressing appetizer
blows nose [very minimal nose blowing these past 4 hours]
“What’s in the pots?” [opens fridge to show pot] “The last time Dom was here he cooked something.”
reads lasagna box: “Do I really need to put in in for nine minutes? You’re asking a lot, tv dinner.”
no clean forks, is going to eat lasagna with a spoon, eats pickled beets with the spoon, takes lasagna out early and thinks it’s ready, plops it on plate and covers with shakey cheese
can’t eat weird shaped pickles because of “a superstition”, finishes lasagna quickly, fingers in jar of beets, opens sparkling water, eats pickle, takes sip of French dressing, gets out extra large block of cheese
feels bad about not talking to Peetz, wants to slip note under his door that says, “Hi Peetz, I love you, you’re important to me, take the garbage out.” [rat face]
eats cheese in French dressing, opens box of Ritz crackers
"Any time I’ve been hit on by like, an Indian man- they’re like very sweet.”
“Delhi belly is hot diarrhea?”
“Camels can hold up to like a thousand pounds, I wanna ride a camel.”
drinks more French dressing, adds Tex Mex shredded cheese to bowl of dressing, doesn’t want to waste good dressing but adds more dressing
when she was young she played with a bottle of dressing and her mom threatened that if she spilled it she’s have to eat it all, she spilled the entire bottle, ate it and mom was not happy
burps, eats shredded cheese in dressing with a spoon, orgasm face, is “done eating”, finishes bowl, “I kinda want cereal.”
uses hand as napkin, proceeds to immediately wipe cheek and hair with same hand, wonders why skin is bad
blows nose, examines contents of paper towel and says she has to poop now
struggles up the stairs, panting, “Nashville fix is like four hours from now.”