An Anorexic Creed

I believe in Control, the only force mighty enough to bring order to the chaos that is my world.

I believe that I am the most vile, worthless and useless person ever to have existed on this planet, and that I am totally unworthy of anyone's time and attention.

I believe that other people who tell me differently must be idiots. If they could see how I really am, then they would hate me almost as much as I do.

I believe in oughts, musts and shoulds as unbreakable laws to determine my daily behaviour.

I believe in perfection and strive to attain it.

I believe in salvation through trying just a bit harder than I did yesterday.

I believe in calorie counters as the inspired word of god, and memorise them accordingly.

I believe in bathroom scales as an indicator of my daily successes and failures

I believe in hell, because I sometimes think that I'm living in it.

I believe in a wholly black and white world, the losing of weight, recrimination for sins, the abnegation of the body and a life ever fasting.

Amen

So, I am trying my hand at writing. It really isn't all that easy, even when you have the source material to base your adaptation on. I am excited about the project but I'm so afraid of falling right on my ass. Are any of my readers dabbling in writing? Any tips or suggestions? Also, I have signed on for Straw Dogs. I'll be working with with that big, gorgeous vampire from True Blood. James joked that he'll have to show up on set everyday to make sure I am not drooling too much. He's silly. Which is why I love him so much. :)

P.S.
Feel bad for The Gay Boy, yeah. He has dingo claws dug so deeply into his hide that he just can't shake the mangy bitch. She doesn't work even half as much as she claims to so she just gloms on him ("Oh, this is how a real couple acts so we have to wear matchy matchy outfits and crap..."*puke*) and she has really fucked up EVERY part of his life. EVERY last bit of it. Even his mother is not happy with him at the moment and she has put up with a lot over the years. He is miserable, despite appearances, and the robbery is just another kick in the teeth. His new motto is "smile though your heart is breaking." That's just sad.

Sorry 'bout that. I have been freaky busy and I am glad to say that it has paid off. Go me! But more about that news later. What I wanted to say tonight was that I hope the police are dusting for dingo tracks around The Gay Boy's house. Brother and sister dingo tracks. I had a convo with him earlier today and to me this smells like an inside job. Just a thought.

You do know who x17's "source" inside of Teddy's Saturday night was, don't you? Yup. The Dingho herself. That's why a pap-op that was actually luke warm...oh who am I kidding, it was cold and totally uneventful and that is what ticked her off and prompted her to text the photogs outside with some salacious account of events that weren't actually happening. Well, that and to piss his fans off. She loves that, don't you know? She loves to upset The Gay Boy's fans and does it on a regular basis. She says things and does things that she knows will get his boards a grousing. She logs on regularly so if you belong to gbLove you may want to keep that in mind. She is watching you. Closely. And when you react badly she is in hog heaven and make no mistake, she is a hog. There were no VS panties beneath that micro mini because she was hoping for a Paris-esque shot of her and was disappointed that didn't happen. Notice how DJ had to clean up after her and insist that the disgusting display didn't happen (And it didn't so rest easy, yeah. The Gay Boy would not be a part of something like that, no matter how badly he wants to look straight. He freaked out when she took her top off at the pool with him last year and got changed in front of the paps so that she wouldn't see his business. Trust. He high tailed it Russia the weekend of the VS event because he doesn't want to see her titties any more than you and I do.) because they have been putting a series of stories out there about how wholesome she is and she mucked it all up with one text message. She is no good girl...but I don't have to tell you that.

Love ya!
Katie

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See that, The Dingho Miranda Kerr isn't the only one who can show off her boobies. Not to mention that mine are much perkier. PLUS! My boyfriend actually wants to touch mine. Curr has to slink around with greasy oil hiers cause her gay boyfriend would rather go drive a Land Rover in Russia than look at hers. But her daddy was looking so, bonus for her.

OMG Miranda Kerr must have written a Christmas song last year while she was in negotiations for her bearding contract with The Gay Boy!

Dear Santa
This year for Christmas
I have a small list
Gimme, gimme, gimme
First
LA, I want a house in the hills
With a pool in the back
And a sharpei
(Please?)
New York
I want a loft with a deck
Overlooking Central Park
On the top floor

Taken on the way you lie
Santa's supposed
To give me mine
No one's said in this for much
Only when I'm needing some

Dear Santa
Gimme, gimme, gimme

Gimme, gimme, gimme
A diamond ring
Gimme, gimme, gimme
A Benzie
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Gimme
Santa Baby
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Gucci
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Tiffany
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Santa Baby

Paris, je vous devois a dev?
A devu aussi, merci (merci)
Miami, I wanna
Live on the beach
With my 5 hot
Boyfriends in Speedos
The gal of the looper is
Also my favorite hostler

Taken on the way you lie
Santa's supposed
To give me mine
No one said in this for much
Only when I'm needing some

Gimme, gimme, gimme
A diamond ring
Gimme, gimme, gimme
A Benzie
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Gimme
Santa Baby
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Gucci
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Tiffany
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Santa Baby

Gimme, gimme, gimme
A diamond ring
Gimme, gimme, gimme
A Benzie
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Gimme
Santa Baby
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Gucci
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Tiffany
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Santa Baby

Dear Santa
Gimme
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Taken on the way you lie
Gimme, gimme, gimme
A diamond ring
Gimme, gimme, gimme
A Benzie
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Santa Baby
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Gucci
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Tiffany
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Santa Baby

Gimme, gimme, gimme
Domelay
Gimme, gimme, gimme
A diamond ring
Gimme, gimme, gimme
A Benzie
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Santa Baby
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Gucci
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Tiffany
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Santa (Ooh)
Santa Baby

Too bad she doesn't have the talent to make this kind of money on her own without leeching off a closeted A-Lister. Oh, I know, pot meet kettle and all that but at least I had and have class. Ms. Curr is nothing but white trash in a lace thong.

She should also consider a diet. Just saying.

I would imagine that The Gay Boy is seething over the little stunt that Miranda Kerr pulled this weekend in her pet rag, The Daily Telegraph. Some one needs to check that bitch for balls. Brass ones. He went to Venice and he played nice and gave her one set of pap pictures in which he doesn't look like she the most disgusting thing on the planet and she took advantage of that. Woah. I can only imagine the phone call she got over this one. I'll bet he let his Great Dane attack her, too and in a fight against The Great Dane and the Dingo, my money is on the Dane.

That denial was fabulous. "He is not engaged." Could that be any colder? I love it.

Can you hear the music getting just a little louder, Miranda?

BOW CHICKA WOW WOW!

So, the Venice photo-op happened on Saturday and NOT yesterday. Also, Miranda Kerr was there to work for David Jones. Is anyone else sensing a pattern? Why didn't David Jones hire The Gay Boy instead of her since he is the one they are really interested in? Oh! Props to The Gay Boy for leaving the gloves in his separate hotel room (he always gets a separate room and pays off staff to keep it quiet. He also has a separate apartment in her building. He NEVER sleeps in the same room, suite, whatever as his beard.) so that he had to keep his mitts in his pockets so she couldn't hold his hand. He hates hand holding with someone he dislikes. That's why he used to hold my fist or offer me a finger or two. i really have come to the conclusion that he hates her dingo guts. He used to at least play along with me once in a while but he makes ickle Randa Mae look oh so desperate in her attempts at PDA's and the pap that David Jones hired to follow them around tailed them all that time and he never once cracked a smile.

Dingo: "Lookie heres at the purdy pitcher I tooks, Gay Boy!"

Totally Unamused Gay Boy: "You can't possibly be talking to me, can you? I didn't think so. Stop touching me."

Why is it that whenever The Gay Boy is with Miranda Kerr he looks like he would rather fling himself into a canal? Or in front of a New York City bus? Or get into a firey crash on his motorcyle? I mean, he looks even more miserable with her than he did with me. Seriously.

Why the hell would I flirt with Leo? I was a beard once and I will never do it again. Especially not when I have a perfectly good, absolutely gorgeous straight man waiting for me in my bed at home. Bearding is so passe, so...Victoria's Secret Model. *rolls eyes*

I think it is important for me to pass along my knowledge. Pay it forward, if you will. This tip is for all of you gals out there who may thinking about being a fake girlfriend for an A- List gay boy celeb who happens to be an Nichiren Buddhist in order to try and revive your quickly failing modeling career as you scamper passed your prime. It just may come in handy when you beg and beg and beg for your sub par contract with an Australian department store that will be way more interested in him than in you.

Now pay attention because this is really neat! If you go to this site you will find a handy spot for learning more than enough about SGI Buddhism to fool and ignorant reader into thinking that you are a Buddhist just like the gay boy you are pretending to be sooper dooper in love with when you are actually a member of the same wacked out, materialistic cult your mother and brother are. There is even a little link right there on the homepage that you can follow to learn their so very sacred chant and even an audio file you can listen to if you want to learn how do to said very sacred chant when you want to, say, whip it out in the middle of an interview just in case your Gay Boy fake boyfriend's fandom over at gayboylove is still on the fence about if the fake relationship is real or if it really fake like they suspect it might be.

It also works to dazzle said journalist who wants nothing more than to get your VS thong down around your ankles.

So there is your first tip from your good buddy Kate. I hope this helps you in your path to bearding enlightenment.

Did you notice how there is always an upswing of press about my favorite couple right before one of her events. In between, the tabloids have no use for them but now that the big Victoria's Secret flesh fest meow mart is approaching there is plenty of stuff to talk about, even if all of the stuff is kinda pathetic and even though she denied a rumor before it was even out there. Oh, yes, Miranda did an interview while she was in Australia and she was asked (read: her publisist told the journalist to ask) if she and The Gay Boy were going to get hitched sometime in the next twelve months and she did her best coy little barf inducing giggle and said that we are not supposed to believe any of the gossip. Don't worry, Ms. Curr, I don't believe any of the stories that I can smell your cheap VS perfume on and that is well, all of them. Okay, that's not true. All of that stuff about Brandon Davis is kinda true, isn't it? Yeah, I figured. That's why your mommy and your darling brother had to rush to your defense and The Gay Boy had to be summoned to Paris for damage control. But he didn't play along too well, did he? Nope. Welcome to my world, sweet heart). Well, I guess it is good to know that you are still getting a little play from that greasy weasel while you are bearding and I am thinking you will be finished with that soon so you and Brandon (or that Spartan guy. You screwed him, too) can go at it with abandon.

Miranda Kerr is an amature.

I think it’s interesting that once again the excuse that Miranda Kerr has given for why The Gay Boy can’t be with her Down Under is because he is filming in Europe when it is obvious that he is simply cooling his heels in LA. Sure he did do a wee little bit of work the last time she used that line of bullshit but for the most part he was just chilling with Sam and going to tranny bars with Tracy.

She looked cranky in the last set of pap pics even when he wasn’t yelling at her. Though she did make sure to slide to the middle of the back seat so her big fat round mug wouldn’t be hidden by the headrest. I wonder if it is starting to dawn on her that this bearding gig isn’t all that it is cracked up to be. It’s not all glamour and privilege. As a Hollywood beard you are nothing but a fame whoring rent-a-date. A highly paid escort but you don’t even get laid out of the deal. Sucks. Trust. Yes, you do get jobs that you wouldn’t normally even be considered for before you were associated with him (coughcoughDAVIDJONEScoughcough) and a few mags want to slap you on their cover because you are HIS girlfriend because they so desperately hope that you will dish about him in the overly pandering article (And dish she does. This one has no problem at all lying through her pearly white teeth even when the lies don’t make sense or are so stupid they still smell like they are freasly plucked from her thong flossed butt. Butterfly? Please. Matching pjay’s. For the love of all that is holy. Who actually believes this shit? I mean really?).

But what happens when it is over? Well, you slip back into obscurity where no one gives a damn about you because your name is no longer linked to his and you have to claw and fight and scratch for work just like you did before you signed the contract. At least I can strive for legitimate jobs. I am considering TV. Hey, there is no shame in TV. But what does Miranda, an over the hill underwear model have in store for her? We don’t need a crystal ball to predict that, do we peeps?

That’s right.

Porno movies!

I’ll bet right now, as she is getting her pic taken beside a stinky race horse while he is in LA going to parties she can hear her soundtrack playing in her cabbage patch bulbous head.

You can hear it, can’t you, Miranda…

BOW CHICKA WOW WOW!

It strikes me as funny that when we see the pictures of the Arc Light outing they don't match up to the adorable Raisinette love fest that Miranda Kerr made up and sent in to a blog. You know, when The Gay Boy takes Kris or his sister or one (or two or three) of his other friends along on one of these outings it means that he needs someone to talk to because he has zero interest in talking to his "date." Trust. I have been there and done that. Did you notice the pic where he is yelling at her? I can bet it was something awful because just look at the looks on the other two's faces. Now, I have been on the other end of that mouth and it isn't pretty. Remember those pics of him screaming at me in Sydney. He didn't want to be there and he didn't have a problem telling me about it. I had to call his bf to calm him the fuck down. He called me a bitch at my own premiere. He is a handful when you piss him off, let me tell you. She had no idea what she was getting into when she signed on and it is starting to show on her face. It couldn't have happened to a nicer girl. *nods*

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I'm no model lady. A model's just an imitation of the real thing.
Mae West

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