Aww, I'd sleep with you. Don't know if it's much of a compliment, but take what you can get, bitch! Hee.
I know what it's like to get all the shitty genes. My sister's the one who did modelling and whatnot. And although I wouldn't want to be a model, because it's one of the most pointless jobs ever and encourages people to strive towards impossible goals (and I don't have the body or looks for it anyhow... not to mention the fact that I can barely walk in heels), I still feel insulted that I've never been asked. I remember walking through uni with my best friend once, and some lady walked up to us and asked her if she wanted to model. She wouldn't even look at me. Bitch. Besides not having the right looks, I think I'm just into the lower ranges of "just too tall to be a model". My sister's a little shorter than me, and better-looking. She gets asked if she's a model. I get asked if I'm a basketball player. Hmph. Not once have I been asked if I'm a model. I've been told that I have an "interesting" face. Bah. It reminds me of a line in one of the Red Dwarf books, where Rimmer's bitchy about one of his brothers -- not sure if I remember the quote exactly, but it's along the lines of "his face looked like Rimmer's would have, if all of the features were subtly rearranged to create an infinitely more pleasing effect". That is *so* me and my sister. Although we don't look all that similar at first, a lot of it's due to colouring differences. The basic set-up of the face is the same, but her features are just a little finer, a little better in proportion. I look like a semi-female version of my brother. And I act like him, too. It's scary. You should've seen us when we both had hair the same length, and braces on our teeth. We spent Christmas morning this year yelling "It tastes like burning!" at each other. Ah, memories.
Anyway. Yeah. I so want to run models over with a scooter, whether I'm fat or not. It'll be fun! And then we could go back for our dinner party, and have wild monkey sex afterwards.
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I know what it's like to get all the shitty genes. My sister's the one who did modelling and whatnot. And although I wouldn't want to be a model, because it's one of the most pointless jobs ever and encourages people to strive towards impossible goals (and I don't have the body or looks for it anyhow... not to mention the fact that I can barely walk in heels), I still feel insulted that I've never been asked. I remember walking through uni with my best friend once, and some lady walked up to us and asked her if she wanted to model. She wouldn't even look at me. Bitch. Besides not having the right looks, I think I'm just into the lower ranges of "just too tall to be a model". My sister's a little shorter than me, and better-looking. She gets asked if she's a model. I get asked if I'm a basketball player. Hmph. Not once have I been asked if I'm a model. I've been told that I have an "interesting" face. Bah. It reminds me of a line in one of the Red Dwarf books, where Rimmer's bitchy about one of his brothers -- not sure if I remember the quote exactly, but it's along the lines of "his face looked like Rimmer's would have, if all of the features were subtly rearranged to create an infinitely more pleasing effect". That is *so* me and my sister. Although we don't look all that similar at first, a lot of it's due to colouring differences. The basic set-up of the face is the same, but her features are just a little finer, a little better in proportion. I look like a semi-female version of my brother. And I act like him, too. It's scary. You should've seen us when we both had hair the same length, and braces on our teeth. We spent Christmas morning this year yelling "It tastes like burning!" at each other. Ah, memories.
Anyway. Yeah. I so want to run models over with a scooter, whether I'm fat or not. It'll be fun! And then we could go back for our dinner party, and have wild monkey sex afterwards.