Loser(Y) Dayz

24 Feb

Feeling down in the Dumps. A Z-Lister Archive

It’s no small fact that winter-time has the highest depression and suicide rates of the year. So don’t feel bad if you are feeling the Down-in-the-dumps-broke-ass-after-holidays-and-Valentine’s-Day Blues; you’re not the only one (We told you never to underestimate the power of the hyphen). Y has been bogged down by her descent into a SAD-esk (Seasonal Affective Disorder) slump, usually something a little X time and a bottle glass of Champagne could fix. Why Y? Why are you feeling so depressed?

– Z


Y: There are so many things to be grateful for when you are a Z lister, like the pictures my photographer friend took constant onslaught of paparazzi fire, under $5 Forever 21 fits free designer clothing, and hopefully a dozen hoards of adoring fans. But even us Z listers can get disheartened by lack of work and a ‘lil holiday fat bulge. I have been in music videos, commercials, and flying high in my classes this winter, but all seems for not. Yes, I did not get paid for the music video, and was paid $20 well compensated to be the oldest girl in a condom commercial (like Angelina Jolie in a room full of Selena Gomez’s), but maybe I just need something a little more fulfilling to ward these winter woes. I have been searching my soul to find that chicken soup, and all I seem to find is ramen noodles.

kisses- Y


Although she has been gracing cameras and stages left and right, there is more than meets the eye with this Z lister – its called compassion and philanthropy.

So we want you fans to help Y out of her slump by suggesting some philantropic ventures on which X&Y can volunteer to help.

It will make Y feel like her life has a meaning, and X just needs to get her ass out of the house and help someone, dammit. So comment on this thread or email us your ideas at werzlisters@gmail.com.

We’d love to hear from you.

Chicken soup, Shiny yellow golashes, and Furry vests

-Z

(B)esty (J)ohnson Fo Life!

15 Feb

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Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week has officially taken over NYC, which means Z-Listers spanning from the far reaches of Harlem to Bushwick are officially excited.  X & Y were cartwheeling for joy over the fall 2012 Betsey Johnson runway show, mostly because  it had Z-Listers written all over it.  Literally.  Sunglass clad models strutted (strut? strat? huh?) down the runway in metallic party dresses, in-yo-face tidal waves of neon, and plush fur for as far as the front row could see.  Basically, anything that evokes Zach Morris-and-slap-bracelet flashbacks is #winning in our book.

X & Y feted the debut of the collection at Betsey’s after-party with pussy poppin’ moves and damp pleather pants.  Which despite the reviews (*cough cough* Guest of a Guest *cough*), the party was a blast and a half.  Apparently a banging fashion week after-party MUST include a slew of pouting celebrities.  Um, hello!?  Did you NOT see X & Y bumping and grinding with Kris Humphries at Betsey’s party?  Here, we’ll refresh your memory:


Ok so maybe Kris dodged the bullet when the paps showed up for our crashing of the step and repeat, but the proof is here.  The party rocked our dolman sweaters off.  Again.  Literally.

Purple leopard print, cartwheels, and trannies in tutus,

xx

-X, Y, & Z

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See My Valentine <3

14 Feb

Happy Get Laid Valentine’s Day lovely Z fans!  Whether you’re getting spoon fed ice cream between reading stanzas of swoon worthy poetry or indulging in a lame-o Katheryn Heigl chick flick whilst wallowing in singleness depression – everyone feels the tender stab of Valentine’s Day.  But regardless of your love status, X & Y still want their fans to know that they look bangin under the cover of red lighting love and adore each of their readers.  We think you look really cute when you read our blog.  So don’t stop. We hope these V-day pics warm your heart and your… hands. Teehee. (emoticon heart, emoticon chocolate)

Candy hearts, sticky teddy bears, and fishnets,

xoxo

-X&Y

(Photos by Z.  On X: American Apparel leotard, Deena and Ozzy Studded Wedges, Mattese Elite Lipstick in Bite Me, necklace by Andrea Palesh, tights and glasses: own.  On Y: Vest by 7 For All Mankind, Shirt from H&M, leopard wedges from Jeff Silverman, sunglasses own.)

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Drinking Beer is Patriotic – Superbowl Sunday Edition

5 Feb

Since both teams in the Superbowl this year adorn the tried and true Red, White, and Blue, it’s safe to say that they are patriotic Americans whether they be Giant or Patriot.

So as we chug a few cold ones back in honor of those who injured themselves, caught a leather ball, and ran a lot on the 100 yd field, we can be content in the knowledge that those brave players are making this country a better place. I mean, what would Americans do without an excuse for excess gluttony?

It’s about time for kick off, so excuse us while we go drown ourselves in buffalo sauce and nacho cheese.

(Beers of choice: Bud Light)

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Go Giants (what??? We live in NYC, who else are we supposed to root for?)
–X, Y, and Z

Photos by Ian Reid

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O You Nancy Huh?

2 Feb

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O You Nancy Huh? (a rap)

(X&Y enter on giant burrito chandelier) (kick ball change and pony to downstage right)

(verse) There’s a little mami in Denver named Nancy, she makes these burritos that make u feel fancy.
Stuffed with beans, cheese, crack n such, it don’t even matter how much. (throw gang sign)
A’cuz these burritos are just the slice of bean-o pie you wanna eat-o.
That’s so neat-o, who was Tito? I now need mas burrito.  O sheet-o. (stank face)

(chorus) Oh you Nancy Huh? O you Nancy Huh? (raise roof)
Preach me Mr. Dougy, Preach me, Preach me Mr. Dougy. (dougie)
Uh uh, what. Uh.
Oh you Nancy Huh? O you Nancy Huh?
Gimme a big huggie, gimme gimme a big huggie.

(verse 2)Hey yo Siri find me a Nancy, and I don’t take a chancey if it ain’t no Nancy,
Shit. Damn, yo beans is fine, they the type that make you go my, my, mines.
Dip real deep in those pockets of urs, not for furs, just a few dollerz. O sheet-o. (stank face)

(chorus) Oh you Nancy Huh? O you Nancy Huh? (raise roof)
Preach me Mr. Dougy, Preach me, Preach me, Mr. Dougy. (dougie)
Uh uh, what. Uh.
Oh you Nancy Huh? O you Nancy Huh (double pelvic thrust)
Gimme a big huggie, gimme gimme a big huggie.

(verse 3) These red bottoms gots me trippin all night, not just that though, sure it was the blow.
To my head (hold head) when I found u therr, next to herr, on the nightdresserr.
O man that’s digressing from Nancy, just had to ‘splain why my life so messy.  O sheet-o. (stank face)

(chorus) Oh you Nancy Huh? O you Nancy Huh?
Preach me Mr. Dougy, Preach me, Preach me, Mr. Dougy.
Uh uh, what. Uh. (jazz hand)
Oh you Nancy Huh? O you Nancy Huh
Gimme a big huggie, gimme gimme a big huggie.

(repeat chorus) Oh you Nancy Huh? O you Nancy Huh?
Preach me Mr. Dougy, Preach me, Preach me Mr. Dougy.
Uh uh, what. Uh.
Oh you Nancy Huh? O you Nancy Huh
Your mom wears snuggies, your mom your mom wears snuggies.

(get jiggy wit it, jazz walk, pas de bourree, chaine turn, jazz walk off stage left)

(crowd goes insane)

(X&Y reach pop-star famedom)

(X&Y lose themselves in the shuffle and hype of their newly found fame – binging upon Magner’s and buffalo hot wings on an hourly basis and refusing to create new works of genius art after the rise of “Oh You Nancy Huh?”. After a couple thousand too many hot wings X&Y decide to move to Indialand to become Bollywood royalty. X must undergo a race change under the watchful supervision of Y, while Y must struggle with the fact that she’s way too hot for Bollywood.)

(X&Y sign book deal for a biography entitled: “That’s What I Said Last Night Is The New That’s What She Said.”)

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