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2Jan/110

Bad, technology, bad!

karey1128: What up

chelsi: who is this?

karey1128: I don't mean to annoy you, I found you in the search and thought you seemed cool
: 26 F U.S...?? you?....

chelsi: That's funny... I thought it was 2011, not 1996

karey1128: errr, actually gtg, ttys, but if you want to check out my profile and pics use this link: (link removed to prevent unintentional promotion of asshattery).
: It'd be cool if we could chat there sometime :> hope to check u later.

chelsi: I HATE YOU, YOU STUPID BOT.

You have blocked karey1128. You can no longer see each other online or chat together.

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20Sep/100

This is why you want longterm friends

Chelsi: MY ASSISTANT IS AN IDIOT
: Oh wait, that's your line.

Arwen: MY PHEROMONES ARE OUT OF FUCKING CONTROL.
: Oh. WAIT.
: SUCKA B

C: We should just be each other for Halloween
: I would draw squiggles all over my leg*

A: How would we do this? Would I have to be on a skateboard, on my knees?

C: ASSHOLE
: YOU ARE NOT TWO FEET TALLER THAN ME

A: OR, I could just glue a computer to my face

C: I would stick bobby pins in random places in my wig, and make sure they fell out everywhere I went
: and there would be a giant pepper grinder sticking out of my too-small purse**

A: I HATE YOU

C: You could stuff your ass and carry around a 6-pack of root beer?***

A: I'll get a bunch of different Ken dolls...
: and make little leashes? And just fling them over my shoulder

C: Fine
: I'd also wear a Borders lanyard
: and on it my name would read
: "fuck you"

A: HA
: I could wear a CP lanyard
: "do not fucking speak to me"****

C: I would also carry around an empty box
: and cry to everyone about how my candies were stolen by hooligans*****

A: GOD DAMN YOU
: I'll just wander around waving a crumpled airplane ticket around and screaming "WHYYYYYYYYY"******

--

*Arwen has peacock feathers tattooed on her leg but they're not filled in yet, so people often mistake them for really long thigh hairs/weird veins

**During college, one of our ongoing jokes was about how Arwen cooked with nothing but pepper and more pepper (she also had a really tiny purse)

***Once Arwen drew a caricature of me, and this is what it looked like:

****We were so good at our retail jobs.

*****Last week Arwen had to set up a booth on a college campus and ask students to participate in a survey. A group of "stupid boys with big pants" stole her box of incentives.

******1. The Japan fiasco. 2. The volcano. 3. My first AND second attempt to fly home from France was so traumatizing I haven't even been able to think about it without falling to the floor in a pile of tears.

26Aug/100

Folly

Lacy: I must know who you met in the dive bar? And what is this business about socks?*

Chelsi: Lacy... that post is tagged LIES

L: So you made it up?

: Why on earth would you do that?

C: It was a story I wrote for Yvette's birthday

L: Ahhhh...

C: Actually, I'm lying

: It was Josh Hartnett

: I met and slept with him

L: I don't believe you anymore

*Socks during sex = no

Filed under: Conversations Talk
3Jul/100

Word is bond

Gene: Hey. So one day...
: can you post an awesome picture of you and me on your website
: and make a post about how awesome we are?
: so when you get famous...
: I can be like, HEY I WAS ON THAT SHIT

Chelsi: Sure, I can do that

G: Thanks


Tagged as: Talk
24Jun/102

26 Years of Heartbreaking Awesomeness

ARP Magazine was able to sit down with the exotically beautiful and multi-talented Chelsi, while she was vacationing in Cannes, near the Palais des Festivals. From breaking unique world records to romancing international super models, insuring her assets and authoring four best-selling novels, Chelsi lives a life of fame, travel and intrigue that most of the world will only ever read about in books—hers.

ARP Magazine: So, Chelsi. You rose to fame after your bottom was insured for $3.6 million, out-pricing even the infamous Ms. Tina Turner's legs. After making headlines for purchasing the world's first Booty Insurance, you raised eyebrows all over the world with your ability to Google anything in less than 2.3 seconds, your specifically awe-inspiring knowledge of Twilight trivia, and pheromones so powerful that you left the world of science completely boggled. Now that you've settled for a few months in Paris, what are you most enjoying?

Chelsi: $3.6 million? Honey, you've been fed the wrong numbers. $13.6 is the correct amount.

ARP: $13.6! My word. That's over six million a cheek. You must have an impressive collection of chairs in your home.

C: I built all the chairs in my home, and yes, they are impressive.

ARP: I'd heard rumors that you're a master of carpentry. If history repeats itself, I imagine your chairs are worth phenomenal amounts of money, and that both Beyonce and Jennifer Lopez have contracted you for a few. Did your people discuss with their people, or do you have the pleasure of meeting your bottom-buddies in person?

C: You know, I've never been much of a bottom-buddies kind of person. My chairs are a reflection of a personal aesthetic and standard that's for my cheeks only.

ARP: Understandable. You know how rumors surround celebrities. Now tell me, you set the world record in 2009 with your ability to Google any subject in less than three seconds. There seems to be an obvious connection to your ability to type over 276 words per minute, which caused you to actually snap the A, H and L keys off of your test keyboard after five minutes. Any plans to beat this record?

C: No, no plans. I think I really set the bar with that one. Google is kind of like San Francisco to me, you know? I've totally conquered that city... now it's time to move on.

ARP: [chuckles] Indeed you have. I heard that the 'H' key actually hit the videographer in the left eye when it shot off the keyboard. Has he regained full sight yet, do you know?

C: Oh, Frank? Yeah, he's cool. I stitched his initials into his eye patch with my left hand.

ARP: That's excellent-- a personalized eyepatch. I'm sure he'll keep it somewhere special forever. And your left hand? What made you choose to take a shot at ambidexterity?

C: It's a thing I've been practicing lately. It comes in handy in the bedroom.

ARP: I bet it does! And speaking of the bedroom, your most recent fling is a 25-year-old Spanish model who's recently returned from a shoot in Amsterdam to be with you on your 23rd birthday today! Any special plans for the evening?

C: I'm 26 today.

ARP: My apologies! You don't look a day over 22.

C: Oh now you're just being ridiculous. I'm in Cannes right now, and that's celebration enough for me. Who knows what will happen when the lights go out-- I try not to kiss and tell too much, but I will say that this particular model blows my mind in ways I didn't even know were possible. And I don't mean through the back door, if you know what I'm sayin'.

ARP: You are known for your mystery, which of course makes you all the more intriguing. Well whatever your plans, I'm sure they'll make headlines. Happy Birthday from all of us at ARP Magazine. As you can see, we've crafted this fourteen tiered strawberry chocolate cake for you!

C: Thanks. You'd piss your pants right now if I showed you all the things I can do with a strawberry.

ARP: [spits out water] I'm sure I would, I'm sure I would. Those fruit skills wouldn't be the thing that got you sponsored by Smuckers, would they?

C: Of course not. And here's the part where you throw your imagination into overdrive. Because, well, this is neither the time nor place for visuals.

ARP: Well, Chelsi, it's impossible for a person's imagination not to go into overdrive when they're around you. Your life has been so varied, full of excitement, travel, and riches. What would you say your favorite memory is?

C: Yes, I am a grab bag of talent and adventure, but when it comes down to it I like to live like a normal person. I mean, I'm not the kind of gal that wants to buy a big dog and leaf blower, but I do appreciate the down time. Most of my fondest memories involve sitting around with my friends, guzzling wine and talking shit.

ARP: It's always great to hear that celebrities are like the rest of us in a lot of ways-- just more talented and attractive, of course. I imagine you must have some pretty incredible friends, if they're able to keep up with you. What kinds of qualities and talents do you look for in a friend?

C: Loyalty's always been a big one for me. I mean, holding my hair, telling awesome jokes and buying me a pair of diamond shoes now and then is expected, but are you going to stand by me when I've just chucked a camera at gossip rag junkie's face, or when I'm going off on that Bieber lookalike monkey douche of a barista on 46th and Howard? Will you stick around to talk me down from a crippling bout of anxiety sprinkled with paranoia and the verbal beating you'll surely receive because I can't know the power of my own emotionally charged words? That's what I really need.

ARP: Loyalty is a very important quality, and diamond shoes would definitely be a nice perk. There have been four reported incidents of you having altercations with paparazzi; what happened there?

C: You know, I'm no Bjork, but I do lose my shit every now and then, especially when every drip from US Weekly to In Touch pretends like I'm their new BFF. I know how to party, but at the core I'm a recluse.

ARP: Really? What's your favorite at-home leisure activity?

C: Masturbation. And writing. It's a tie.

ARP: [clears throat] Do you have a preferred toy to use, or are you more of an au naturale kind of girl?

C: Au naturale for the most part. I'm really into genuine self love. There are special occasions, but again, I don't like to kiss and tell.

ARP:  Mmm, so you tell me. How do you feel about sex, really? Do you look at it as sort of a "shared between people who really care about each other" thing, or more of a key party situation?

C: For the longest time I tried to put sex on its own shelf in my mind because I thought it would make life easier. But I'm such a fucking romantic that I can't shag someone without knowing them. For me it's about deepening a connection that's already there. I guess you could say that's why I'm all about self love. I love deepening the connection I have with myself.

ARP: It sounds like self-discovery is really important to you. Do you feel like you really know yourself? Inside and out?

C: Not fully. I never cease to surprise myself, nor would I ever want to. I don't like being too comfortable in my own skin.

ARP: Can you elaborate on that? What would you consider "too comfortable?"

C: Too comfortable means not evolving. Not being open to change. Never wanting more than what you have in front of you. I'm always going to want to work toward something new. Like Dan Eldon said, the journey is the destination.

ARP: What are you working towards at the moment?

C: Being more awesome, of course.

ARP: And how could that possibly happen?

C: I'm writing another book. I'd tell you more about it, but I'm legally bound.

ARP: I understand. I'm sure this news will please your fans, though. Can you tell us if it's fiction or non-fiction?

C: It's a mix of the two. I'm at a very vulnerable point in my life, and it's the outcome of that.

ARP: I see. Sounds fascinating, actually. What would you say your greatest weakness is?

C: My greatest weakness is also my greatest strength, and it's that I live in my head 90% of the time. I'm a thinker, an over-thinker, an analyzer, an over-analyzer. The tabloids would have you believe it's 24/7 sex and candy in this skin, but it really isn't. Although, it is most of the time. Do you want some gummi bears?

ARP: I'd love some, thanks. Has there ever been a time when living inside your head, as you put it, has gotten you into trouble?

C: All the time, but it's usually worth it.

ARP: I imagine it is, considering how successful you've been. Not to derail us, but are these gummi bears...margarita flavored? Where did you find them?

C: Oh I made them from scratch. Gummi bears and tequila are aphrodisiacs, did you know?

ARP: I had no idea, but it makes sense. Tequila was responsible for two of my best friends meeting their husbands. And homemade! I take it cooking is yet another one of your talents?

C: Yes. Cooking is therapeutic.

ARP: I believe you were once quoted as saying that you 'cook the way you love, with reckless abandon.' Which brings me to my last question-- if you could give all of the women in the world one piece of advice about love, what would that be?

C: Balls to the wall, ladies. Love hard or not at all.

7Jun/100

A preview of my best-selling novel

[Note: The following conversation has been edited down because I kinda care about your brain cells.]

Chelsi: I’m reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman
: anything to get Twilight out of my head
: because every time I consider a story to write, it has something to do with vampires named Edward

Arwen: why on EARTH would you want to write about anything else?
: CLEARLY THAT MARKET HAS NOT BEEN TAPPED ENOUGH.

C: Seriously, if I were to try and write a book about towels right now, they’d end up being bloodsucking towels that shine in the sunlight.

A: THE BANDWAGON IS NOT TIPPING OVER AND SPILLING DEAD AWFUL BOOKS INTO THE STREET AT ALL.

C: I’m laughing so hard right now

A: please
: please write about bloodsucking towels
: I will give you five cookies to write me a short story about bloodsucking towels

C: SO DONE. IM STARTING TOMORROW.

A: FANTASTIC

C: and I will write it in a Stephenie Meyer fashion

A: oh EXCELLENT
: so you’ll be using the word “pilled” at least 58 times, yes?

C: : “the towel was so effortlessly graceful, there on its rack”
: “and felt cool on my 98.6 degree body…”

A: oh. my good lord.

C: “it was smooth… like marble. I traced the fibers with my tongue…”

A: EW
: SHE IS SO BAD

C: LOL
: I’m crying

A: *chokes*

C: “I knew it would make the most sensual blanket on this sunny day... the first we’d had since June 12, 1943. But it wasn’t until I brought it outside, in the sunlight, that I knew its true power...”

A: “Suddenly I saw a shadow grace the wall. The movement was slight yet so obvious, like that of a pilled cardigan wafting in the breeze…”

C: “the shimmer was like nothing I’d ever seen…”

A: “The fibers sparkled like the dew of a morning flower…”

C: “like a million sparkling diamonds wrapped around my body..."

A: “...Trailing stars into the night sky.”

C: “as the last image I saw in my normal life, it was like going to heaven…”
: “the next thing I knew, I too, was a shimmering, bloodsucking towel”
: "OH, THIS DELICIOUS NEW BODY"

A: “surrounded by a million shining fibers…I was a russet-colored towel, with russet trim and russet fibers.”

C: I JUST SPIT

A: oh man
: *whew
: LOL
: I keep thinking about it...
: how it just…soaks up blood for sustenance

C: "I WAFTED LIKE I’D NEVER WAFTED BEFORE"
: "EVERYTHING WAS SO CLEAR IN THIS 1200 THREAD COUNT BODY"

A: “I wasn’t quite Egyptian…yet not any longer a girl.”

C: THIS
: IS GOING TO BE THE BEST SHORT STORY
: EVER

A: YES, IT IS
: oh but before she becomes a towel, make sure she gives birth to a half-human, deadly washcloth.

C: what should I call it?
: Textiles?
: Timed Cycle?

A: Towelight
: Hung Dry…?
: I do like Timed Cycle tho
: it has DEEPER MEANING

[Later that day…]

C: I have a document in my Google Docs list titled “Threadbare Lovers.”

3Jun/100

Told

Chelsi: Why did you randomly stand?

Angela: I was eating a yogurt
: and he stood
: and for some reason I stood too
: probably there is a scientific reason

C: Perhaps you were a gentleman in another life

A: I was a pimp and a white tiger in other lives.
: and also Cleopatra

Tagged as: Talk
24May/100

Dans Paris

Paul: I think we grossly underestimate our sorrows, in general. We always die of sadness, actually.

Alice: You mean sadness is put inside us at birth?

P: Yes.

A: Like eye color?

P: Exactly. That's why it needs our care, but others can do nothing. No one can do anything about eye color. Also, I think it would be fair to let you take care of your sorrow alone.

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