I wonder what she does all day? Arise at 11 ish, to spend hours looking at her phone before calling a takeaway.
Comic sans puts the rage in my naan, or brings it out, or something. It's so unnecessaryUnlike the horse spunk lasagne where to no one’s surprise, sloshing white sauce ingredients about over lentils and mushrooms and bunging them into the oven does not magically turn them into a white sauce.
Bread and Jam cufflinks
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They're her protection cufflinksComic sans puts the rage in my naan, or brings it out, or something. It's so unnecessary
Probably something akin to Hunter S Thompson’s daily routine, except with Deliveroos, cheap toffees, and bottles of lemonade mixed with tea. And instead of writing, titting about on Twitter on her sock accounts.I wonder what she does all day? Arise at 11 ish, to spend hours looking at her phone before calling a takeaway.
I used to produce a catalogue for aComic sans puts the rage in my naan, or brings it out, or something. It's so unnecessary
To my observation, what is evidenced is thus: she writes copious notes on all manner of subjects and in various formats from post its to tags to labels to jars to notepads to on the kitchen tiles, to no known end or reason. Spends at least 50% of awake time on a hellsite writing copious self-referential tweetshite. Spends a chunk of time dressing, make-upping, posing, making awks selfies. Some time having haircuts and facial fillers. Occasionally cooks slop and messes up her kitchen. And the rest of her life she alleges to be packing for a move that never happens (somewhat evidenced). She also claims to spend several hours per day involved in 12 step recovery meetings (not at all evidenced and shouldn't be breaking her own anonymity were it true). Because sane.I wonder what she does all day? Arise at 11 ish, to spend hours looking at her phone before calling a takeaway.
This isn’t “aimed” at you specifically, but she’s really not on Twitter much these days. Over the last year or so, the pattern has been “mostly quiet, a chaos then quiet again”.Spends at least 50% of awake time on a hellsite writing copious self-referential tweetshite.
Bread & Jam as requested https://web.archive.org/web/20130115204307/http://agirlcalledjack.com/2012/12/31/bread-and-jam/I'm guessing sales were low to non existent. A more competent frau may be able to find the links (I think they are archived maybe on something called 'wayback'?) Its worth a look to see how she had an idea, overestimated her skills / motivation /commitment did the fun work - eg posting about it, setting up online shop & making plans to invest the imagined vast profits without doing the solid hard work of having a craft business by making some sale quality crafts. Its quite similar to the teemill fiasco many years later. x
That cross-stitched "Love not Money" is rich. How did she keep a straight face?
love typography humourI used to produce a catalogue for afurniture company every year, and they had a very grumpy Manager who would constantly harass me about deadlines and layouts.
He used to yell... "Come on, time's roamin'!" Over and over again at me, and I just worked faster.
It was only years later I realised what he had been talking about....
This is incredible, if true. Also interesting to note the biographer here is the same woman who recently won her sexual assault case against Tr*mp. Am guessing she's had more than a few experiences in dealing with awful men in her time. Maximum respect.Probably something akin to Hunter S Thompson’s daily routine, except with Deliveroos, cheap toffees, and bottles of lemonade mixed with tea. And instead of writing, titting about on Twitter on her sock accounts.
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LJC are we gonna have our first thread hookup?
@emotionalsupportsideboard have you met @traumatised sideboard yet?
You're a natural pairing, with @Sideboard Bob as chaperone, natch.
I have read about the horse spunk lasagne for a long time. I have never actually had the stomach to watch until now. Blame a sleepless ouchy night...but, for the love of LJC, what an insult to food. Bland boiled to buggery lentils, raw flour, sloshing milk all over, and don't forget you can use dried stuffing on top. She is such aThe giveaway for me (apart from “terrible”) was Matt’s brilliantly subtle yet deep burn of “this is all quite unorthodox” (read: “what the everloving f**k are you doing?”) while Guest was making the horse spunk lasagne.
New ninnies can behold the creation of the horse spunk lasagne from 25 minutes in:
Would you accept a DEECEASEDETA dead at the "craft" business being called Bread and Jam. You stupid cunt, guest. Send crocheted coffinos
As a somewhat crafty FrauThat cross-stitched "Love not Money" is rich. How did she keep a straight face?
Slimy on the turn yellow stickerered radiator dried mushrooms, no less.I seem to remember radiator dried mushrooms bring a thing. They'd have to go in. Worst summoningsmellspell ever
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