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It was just so she could tell her celebrity meeting stories she's the kind of pathetic fan girl who would run over to a z lister for a photo for Instagram.She is so pathetic she asked for stories meeting famous people and has sorted through to find royal family ones there’s not a one from Northern Ireland.
I noticed that too, she didn’t include the one I posted, I don’t know why I bothered wasting my time interacting with herShe is so pathetic she asked for stories meeting famous people and has sorted through to find royal family ones there’s not a one from Northern Ireland.
At least it tells me what brands to avoid! Won’t be buying anything from any company that deals with these sponging freeloaders!The grid is like an influencer advent calendar every day as we get closer to Christmas - back to back ads, paid partnerships, freebies and giveaways. Have definitely noticed a big swing in how much she is featuring the boys at the moment too.
I think she is making a good living from blogging, also her little buds company is bringing in money.Where does LauraAnn get all the money....she’s constantly buying??
I'm sure it was said on here before that her husband owns a Subway franchise plus other businesses, one of which fell through owing a lot of many to various people.Where does LauraAnn get all the money....she’s constantly buying??
They are either borrowing a lot of money and in debt or they aren’t paying tax etc as no one can keep spending at the rate they are.That house must cost a fortune. Esp if it’s Belfast. How can she afford that selling plants. I’m in the wrong game.
I could cry, I really could. I flick through Instagram before I go to sleep as a bit of mindless distraction, but all the Christmas hype is too much at the moment. I probably follow the wrong people - those with seemingly perfect lives, a beautiful house, perfect children, those that appear to really have it all. She now has four (FOUR?!?) Christmas trees, all beautifully adorned, while there are people out there without a pot to p*** in. There’s a pandemic and people are dying all over the place. I mean rein it in people! The world does not need it rubbed in their faces just now. Hunter and Heels, Come Down to the Woods, Just a Little Build - all you lot - you seem to exist to make the rest of us feel woefully inadequate. As it happens, I’m a hospital doctor, I have a steady income, my position could be worse, but I’m a single mum, have massive student debts, no family support and am working almost every day from now until Christmas. I don’t know if I’ll even manage to get a bloody Christmas tree, let alone decorate it this year. The kids are fed, clothed, and relatively happy. They’re delighted with their paper advent calendars. Did anyone buy me some glamorous, £300 advent calendar? Did they f***. I am exhausted and broken. I have 1 clean pair of knickers left for tomorrow, a pile of washing bigger than Vesuvius, a heap of unwashed dishes and my house looks like a tit tip. But I have aspirations. I WANT to have the perfect home, the beautifully dressed matching children... but it just isn’t achievable and it is making me miserable. Comparing ourselves to others is just not healthy. But why do we do it to ourselves?! It’s addictive, it’s dangerous, and it’s just not right.