2.15.2010
Recriutal Successes
And now, a note from our youngest fattie
J-Rose --,---{-@
in honor of our V-Day triple date at fashion week
J-Rose --,---{-@
in honor of our V-Day triple date at fashion week
our.triple.date.what.did.u.g uys.wear.and.my.hair.was.waeari
infg.flats.you.had.heels.in.your
car.though.tony.cohen.it.was.a.
fashion.show.we.couldnt.see.
their.shoes.i.got.dry.sha,mpod
is.there.a. we never.really
we.had.to. but.it.doesnt.reent.
go.backstage.matter.cuz.he.was
room.of. admit.we.are.the
argebtinian smart.ones
men.if.i.can.or.wait.
figure.out.i.think
that.bailry.
maybe.liked
him.a.
littlele.bit
when.does.the
bar.open.onpres.
day.is.it.a.jewish.
holiday?no.but.we.wont.
wait.for.themail.do.you.
have.my.red.bag.ok.great
ill.pick.it.up.after
and.put.the
pieces.back.
together.im
looking.for.
places.but.
im.not.in.
heavy.product
ion.she.is.fo
focused.meow.
vibrate.
exactly.
yeah.he.wasn
worried.about
what.kind.of
press.content
we.have.is
it.going.to
snow?that
is.gooing
to.fuck.up
my.world.
with.a.30
%.chance.
i.had.a.
mini.accident
4$LI.iceT
these.boys
ran.up.on
me.are.
you.a.boy
i.was.
wasted.
they.are
trusttwothy
chrystler
fire
engine
red.
he.
bought
it.
for.
me.
i.
love.
that.video.isthis.a.restaurant.i.did.a.round.there.was
this.bitch.i.think.she.was.russian.SO?SO?SO?this.is.why.i.
leaked.onto.this.very.tall.amsterdam.marine.give.it.to.me
baby.like.boom.boom.boom.omg.a.heart.its.a.post.it.note.
sorry.i.didnt.mean.to.throw.that.at.you.rude.boy.show.me.what
uouve.got.i.guess.i.could.make.something.im.a.whoreAcon.thats
awesome.icould.have.gotten.more.ill.try.to.make.something.liek
that.they.were.just.glued.on.they.were.amazing,looking.
2.12.2010
Brand New BabySkinGlove Mix Tape!
light a candle, take a swig, & j.o. with your dearest friends while you give a listen to
the official babyskinglove mix tape.
the official babyskinglove mix tape.
Dear Facebook,
Listen, I think we need to talk...
I'm not going to say it's me because it's not, it's you. I don't even know you anymore. We're just not communicating like we used to. I think I've done all that I can at this point, there just doesn't seem to be any getting through to you. You say one thing and you mean another, it's like you don't even care about me any more, it's like you've completely given up on this relationship. Well fine. I'm beating you to the punch, we're done.
Okay look, there's someone else. I'm sorry. He's got everything I could ever want from a social-networking internet community. He understands me like you never did, like you never could. His name is Buzz. I love him. I know this is hard for you to hear but I gave you every opportunity I could for you to fix this. The letters, the late nights, the hours I've put into us. Buzz makes me feel special. He knows what I need. He knows how to make my waste of time productive which is more than I could ever say for you or your efforts!
I know this hurts. We've had some good times. You've done a lot for me and I'll never forget the love that we shared. But I still can't get over these last couple months, how you turned your back on me and Birthday Sex. How you left all of our fans in a black hole on Christmas day. What would my mother have said if she were alive to see that? I can't trust you, I can't take the chance on getting hurt like that again. You're no different than Friendster or MySpace, or any of those others who I've gone through before you.
I'll never be able to erase these last six years, only deactivate them. Goodbye Facebook.
Always,
Moan of Arc
I'm not going to say it's me because it's not, it's you. I don't even know you anymore. We're just not communicating like we used to. I think I've done all that I can at this point, there just doesn't seem to be any getting through to you. You say one thing and you mean another, it's like you don't even care about me any more, it's like you've completely given up on this relationship. Well fine. I'm beating you to the punch, we're done.
Okay look, there's someone else. I'm sorry. He's got everything I could ever want from a social-networking internet community. He understands me like you never did, like you never could. His name is Buzz. I love him. I know this is hard for you to hear but I gave you every opportunity I could for you to fix this. The letters, the late nights, the hours I've put into us. Buzz makes me feel special. He knows what I need. He knows how to make my waste of time productive which is more than I could ever say for you or your efforts!
I know this hurts. We've had some good times. You've done a lot for me and I'll never forget the love that we shared. But I still can't get over these last couple months, how you turned your back on me and Birthday Sex. How you left all of our fans in a black hole on Christmas day. What would my mother have said if she were alive to see that? I can't trust you, I can't take the chance on getting hurt like that again. You're no different than Friendster or MySpace, or any of those others who I've gone through before you.
I'll never be able to erase these last six years, only deactivate them. Goodbye Facebook.
Always,
Moan of Arc
2.11.2010
(moment of silence)
Isn't it funny that just one night ago amidst a sea of carpet scraps and skin-flaked glue all us fifteen fatties, our fifteen boy pets, and the fifteen cats snuggled down on the duchesse brisée to watch Leigh Bowery in all of his glory past and then yesterday morning as we rose around six with proper sun salutations on the melted snow stoop we learned of the gr8 loss the art world has faced with the death of the very fabulous Alexander McQueen. We hope he's looking up at us from that f8ful fiery inferno rolling his tongue around all of his teeth sipping champagne from a gold bottle, nibbling bonbon's from MJ's buttoned belly, and getting the hj of his dreams from Miss Monroe. Surrounded by candles and homemade capes, the BSG vigil was nothing less than holy and nothing short of devout. We also recorded him a short ditty and as soon as the producer gives us the okay, we'll be releasing a pretty sin slurping mix tape for you so get those Sony recorders ready. May he rest in peace and may we someday be blessed with the gr8 privilege of wearing a McQueen cape made of clouds and some lederhosen made of fire with him, MJ, and Miss Monroe.
it's a sad day for the gayz
all of us in babyskinglove would like to take a break from our regularly scheduled bottleofandre & 1 carrot-stick brunch to pay tribute to one of our fallen fans,
you, my dear, have been a gem of guidance, inspiration, and beauty. thank you.
please come mourn with us all day at villavulvadiva.
we will be holding a candlelight vigil starting now.
dress to impress. lee will surely be watching.
2.09.2010
Coutdown/Math: One Week=Five More Days!
That's right you squiggly little toe tuckers and knee knockers, in less than a week you'll have something besides youporn and google to drool over once you've nested down into that sand sack you call a mattress all liver lickered and plum parched... We know how desperately you want to scratch that itch, but good things happen to little girls who are patient. Here's a little below the belt/behind the scenes itching we dug up just for you. You can go ahead and pin either your mother or your girlfriend's head on top of these bodies, whatever floats your boat, we won't tell Cupid while we're whispering in his ear on Sunday nite.
(Brought to you by chickerbocker.)
(Brought to you by ReBar.)
(Brought to you by Washington DC.)
(Brought to you by Japan.)
(Brought to you by chickerbocker.)
(Brought to you by ReBar.)
(Brought to you by Washington DC.)
(Brought to you by Japan.)
2.07.2010
and now a note from our sponsors
bring elegance and good cheer to your next event. bring our boyfriend, andre.
cheers.
2.05.2010
Looks like those tap-lessons have finally paid off!
2.02.2010
14 Days To Go
. . . . get your baby oil out.......
Our Valentime's Day present to the perverts is coming soon and you're going to want to be sitting in your harness when it does.
BSG: DIY is commmming.
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