Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Attack of the Killer Runway Models



It's a simple fact, you can't watch TV for any length of time without your brain taking on the consistency of the mush we feed babies these days. Those of average intelligence can only watch so many episodes of "The Hills" and "The OC" before wanting to go out and stab someone, and yet, I know girls that watch these shows religiously.
Take for example, America's Next Top Model. It makes me angry, I can't watch it for more then two seconds without going into an angry tirade.
"Why are they putting themselves through this?"
"Why doesn't someone just punch that girl in the mouth?"
"My God, woman, eat a cheeseburger!"
"Is she wearing a dead animal on her head?"
In my line of work, I make people beautiful. It's what I do. Good skin, good hair, good nails, healthy body, that's beautiful.
Unless you're in that strange, otherworldly dimension that is the modeling world. Then what's beautiful?
I personally think it's all a conspiracy. Models are not actually human, but aliens sent to take over. I formed this theory when I first met two of them in person. They are SO bizarre looking up close. Strange waifish creatures with shadowy dark eyes in their huge pale faces and skinny little bodies. Where did you come from you alien beings?
You say you're touring Japan, but why should I believe you?
I'm convinced they're forming an army underground somewhere. They will lurch into daylight soon, and consume every scrap of food we have on the planet. Then they will go into hibernation and wake up as the most powerful beings on earth!
They are infiltrating society one runway at a time, slipping through the cracks and crevices into everyday life. No one will think anything of it until their pantry is being raided by a dozen murderously ravenous Ambercrombie and Finch models.
Beware the killer runway models! You cannot say I didn't warn you....

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Hello?

Hello? Is anyone out there?  Who does this kind of stuff?  Does anyone actually read other people's blogs? Or are we all just hunched over our keyboards, typing feverishly in the hopes that someone, anyone will see it and read all about our dreary little lives. I'm supposed to start a blog. They tell me it's good for a writer to start a blog. I'm not sure what's behind their reasoning. I'm not sure what I'm even supposed to write.
I could write about my daily life. I could write,

Dear Bloggy,

Today I worked a long shift doing manicures and pedicures. I only brought a muffin for lunch, and I got hit in the face by someone's toenail.
Also, my cat threw up on my sweater.


Hmm.... I think I'll pass on the daily life stuff for the most part.
This, dear non-existent readers, will be a tribute to the most bizarre, the most trivial, the most odd-ball thoughts my brain decides to come up with. This will save me from expressing them in public, as this usually only gets strange looks and mutters from the average person. Well, average person, stop reading right now! You won't like it! You'll shake your head and mutter. You'll wonder what's wrong with me, or "where I come up with this stuff".

I would say my blog is off to a swell start. I've got one post down, a nice title, and a kick-ass pen name.
Until next post, I bid you fair-well, dear reader(s)

Cheerio.