1.29.2007
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you. . .
A friend recently gave me a copy of "Love is a Mixtape" by Rob Sheffield. . . you know when you're choosing the songs for a mixtape, how you listen for that lyric that is almost like a note to that person? Like, "This is it. This is why I picked this song? Get it?"Click here to read more. . .
1.15.2007
godspeed, baby. . .
1.03.2007
you still reading this?
I am 5'1" and I weigh 112 pounds. This is the smallest I have been since...shit...I don't even know. High school? Junior high?
I lost a solid 50 pounds in just over a year. For real. Without TrimSpa or crystal meth or vomiting. Just by burning more than I consume. And I consume a lot of whiskey.
People's reactions vary. Some people are genuinely excited for me. Most people say something like, "Well, you were always beautiful. Now? Well. Shit. I can't even explain it."
Some people try to feed me. "Eat a sandwich, girl."
They don't know.
Red Hot gave me an award for 2006 Sexiest Blog and while I appreciate that, I feel as though I really don't deserve it. I've posted, like, 5 times in the past year. I am not bringing the sexy back here, that's for sure.
This is the year that I become the world shortest supermodel. Supermodels don't blog. We Flickr.
Please, if you really want to know what's up with me, and I love you so fucking much if you do, come see me here. It's a party over there.
This space will self-destruct periodically.
Name:Miss Marisol
Location:Manhattan, New York, United States
"As only New Yorkers know, If you can get through the twilight, You'll live through the night." -- Dorothy Parker
(And by "queer," I mean different, though some are, in fact "queer." But not in the pejorative sense.)
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