Update on the pink dye: After a loooong, hot shower, most of it is out. I still have some pink stains on my hands and haven't checked my face, but it's fine.
Thinking of getting the
orange brown dye in the same range and sending it to Smegs. Given that she doesn't seem to bathe (we know she once met someone in a bathrobe and there's the towel photo so those are two times, but we have far more photos of her looking greasy/caked on so
), and a little bit goes a long way, she'll find it wayyyy cheaper than spray tan and bronzer.
Should help her a lot, because her husband is so poor that he's going to lecture the world on poverty.
In off-topic news, my current candle burn test is going amazing, so I can sell some that I've made for a decent amount!
Back on topic: Counting rupees here, putting my health and life at risk every day in hopes of earning just a couple of thousand rupees (about 20 pounds) so I can afford those month-end expenses or maybe put something in savings. And those two have the nerve to whinge about being poor. And given such a huge platform they kept putting off having to work at all, and when they did, it was such a piss-poor slapdash (used the term correctly?) job. They're such losers.
Last night, privileged, house-owning me froze to sleep as usual, very happy in spite of all my problems because I'd had a productive day, my pup was sleeping with a recently-rare smile on his face, and I had enjoyed a lovely chocolate cake sent by mum's friend for my birthday. I simply can't understand how they can whinge and whine so much and not count their blessings at all. But then I look at my narcs and other assorted relatives and acquaintances etc, and I get it. Loser cunts and cunting losers.
ETA: This post made me a VIP!! I want mushies and a party!