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Creepasaurus Rex! *vomit*
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Gloria doesn't care what she does as long as she's famous. Being an author wasn't working fast enough so she got bored and switched to singing/songwriting. That didn't work fast enough either so now she's a model. When they finish editing the Maradonia movie she'll be a director/actress too.
Maybe... part of gloria knows she's fake but being fake is natural to her. Making fake reviews, posing for pics next to her books in stores that don't carry them. She plays along with herself. I've bumped into circles of trust fund kids various places, they're all doing a bunch of fake shit. Coasting through easy college classes, touring with their bands in shittier vans when they could just buy a new car, or in their dad's RV, making documentaries about dood sooper deep stuff and obsessing about stupid punk bands that nobody knows about for a reason.... shit like that is their lives. Without it they have no meaning in a world where 99% of the world has to actively work to build some worth to the rest of the world.One day, that delusional bubble is going to burst
No No you're fine, here's half a rotten cabbage if you need something to throw.She seems like one of those chicks who looks hot far away and in pictures but when you're close enough to see through the 5 pounds of makeup you realize how completely fugly she really is. And even if she was as attractive as she thinks she is, she still has an ugly ass personality. I'm sure this has all been said before, but I just caught up with the thread and dayumn.
Everything is so fucking easy for her; she has money................
If you had enough to build an awesome life simulator it would make you happy unless there was something neurologically fucked in your head. I'm sure gloria is genuinely happy I'm sure her whole family loves life and money is the reason.Money does not equal happiness.
Money does not equal happiness.
Nope, Daddy did.Money doesn't buy happiness, but it can buy you a speedboat which will take you to the private jet which will take you to Happiness Island, where you can drive your BMW to Castle Awesome, where you get to swim in the liquid money pool.
Sorry, but I don't agree with the premise. Sure, money in and of itself doesn't have any emotional value, but it can get you the freedom required to lead a happier life. Gloria is a great example. She bought a cocoon of lies for herself.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can make sucking a hell of a lot more comfortable.
Honestly, though, I agree and disagree with you both. Sure, Glo has all these advantages and privileges because she comes from a rich family and I don't think she's ever been told no and her life is pretty damn enviable... and will continue to be for the next five years or so.
Eventually, she's going to be a thirty year old woman with no discernable life skills and fading looks. She can't keep resting on the production of a handful of shitty books as an accomplishment. The "World's Youngest Novelist" tripe wasn't even cute when she was a little kid. She has wrecked any chance she could ever have had of getting work legitimately published no matter how good it is because she's earned a reputation for Maradonia and no agent would touch that with a twenty-foot pole. She's only gonna be pretty for so much longer before age takes over and the worst combination of her parents' features (which she barely keeps at bay now) become more prominent.
She might see a little bit of success as a model before then, but a model's shelf life in the fashion industry is laughably short. She might see Tommy Weiseu's success as an actress, but she'll never be a real one. She bought herself a decal star to stick on a prop slab for Walk of Fame in Hollywood.
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Someday, she's going to have to stand on her own two feet because there is no way her parents have the kind of money to support her for the rest of their lives. She might marry rich and continue to live a charmed life as every faceless suburbanite trophy wife in the world before her. But she won't be a star. She won't be a celebrity and she won't be successful in these big dreams she has for herself. Money can't buy the kind of happiness she wants. She wants attention and acclaim and success and her kind of money can't buy that. I don't know why Kim Kardashian's kind of money could (she is so useless), but the Tesch's don't have that kind of money. So no, money can't buy her her dreams.
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Joey has the machete out for two minutes before he begins to just fucking murder everything. He's such a hero.
Coping mechanism: I'm sorry, I just can't get over the fact that Joey collected his victim's severed head as a trophy. Jesus Christ.
I've bumped into circles of trust fund kids various places, they're all doing a bunch of fake shit. Coasting through easy college classes, touring with their bands in shittier vans when they could just buy a new car, or in their dad's RV, making documentaries about dood sooper deep stuff and obsessing about stupid punk bands that nobody knows about for a reason.... shit like that is their lives. Without it they have no meaning in a world where 99% of the world has to actively work to build some worth to the rest of the world.
I did a little experiment last night, which involved a breathalyzer, a bottle of Fireball and a bottle of dry vermouth. I got myself hammered as I listened to the recordings, and measured my blood alcohol level as I got progressively more schnockered. At .162, chapter sixteen made sense, and at .199, I wanted to buy Maradonia and the Escape from the Underworld. My point in writing this is that, at .199% blood alcohol, you'll enjoy this series. /end sperg
I did a little experiment last night, which involved a breathalyzer, a bottle of Fireball and a bottle of dry vermouth. I got myself hammered as I listened to the recordings, and measured my blood alcohol level as I got progressively more schnockered. At .162, chapter sixteen made sense, and at .199, I wanted to buy Maradonia and the Escape from the Underworld. My point in writing this is that, at .199% blood alcohol, you'll enjoy this series. /end sperg
I think her grip is wrong,also could be staged for photos.I'm no gun expert, but it looks like that AR has both a reflex sight and an offset optical sight mounted on it. If she needs that much fancy sighting hardware to accurately hit a man-sized target at 30 meters, she probably isn't a remarkably good shot.
Vapid, lascivious, fundie, and blithely unaware of how the former two contradict the third, and now she's got guns.And just when you thought Glo couldn't get an scarier...
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...Some idiot hands her an automatic weapon.