Given my lack of communication on my 87 platforms, I thought I’d check in with you all given this is the most active. And what a productive week it’s been. Not. This was meant to be the pinnacle of my career. I’ve been working so hard for this moment. I could almost envisage my face in the Guinness world book of records under ‘bougie boss
witch of the century’. It’s beyond sadness the death of George Floyd. I just couldn’t comprehend it was even real. I spent days upon days crying. I was inconsolable. Ali even offered sexy time to cheer me up. What did I do that was so wrong for god to punish me in this way? He knew how much this launch meant to me. Fear not! At exactly 8:36am on Tuesday morning, I had an epiphany. I was going to be the best white person to black people and relaunch Glóby. I really am fitting into this Mother Theresa role subliminally well. All she did was help the poor and destitute. These past few months alone I’ve helped to rescue bushfire aminals, given homeless people a reason to live for, saved the economy, and become an inspiration for white people on BLM. I wonder who Cawwiee needs to speak to, to get me a sainthood. I’ll give some of the credit back to Therese though, her white headscarf was the inspo for my Glóby promo shot. Oh and it was the first link that showed up when I googled ‘bougie ideas for photoshoots’.
With that weight off my shoulders, I’ve had more time to reflect. As you know I’m not a follower, I’m always ahead of the game. Just look at Vic copying my bust (back off Sticky Vicky, I saw Steve first). Anyway, fortunately I did all my self-taught education on BLM two years ago. Before this I was very ignorant, not a very good person to black people I must admit. I was thinking of sharing all my learning, but why should I, it’s mine, it belongs to me. Go learn your own. I have reposted and retweeted everyone else’s commentary though. I’ve even ordered a book and watched a documentary. Well I’ve not got past the first page or opening credits yet, I’m a bougie boss
witch after all so lots of ordering online and ordering of staff to do. It’s the thought that counts anyway.
Talking about staff, I mean friends, I’ve not really had chance to speak to Cawwiee much lately. She’s nearly been as busy as I. She’s been on her hands and knees, single-handedly re-sticking Glóby labels on all of my products. I have such the best team. Obviously because there’s a ‘me’ in team. I sometimes think they’d work for free. I’m doing wonders for their careers. Saying that, I might gift her a free scrunchie I recently received. My scrunchie jar is full after all. But then again, you can never have too many scrunchies can you? Maybe I’ll just offer her mates rates on my fake tan, 10 percent off, only on the nearly expired ones though. You can’t say fairer than that.
As you know, my little sausaaggeee (not Ali’s sclong, he ordered that book on life with a micro penis by the way), but Lumi has been getting herself into mischief. Well so the neighbour says. I’m secreting plotting my revenge. I just need a new excuse, I’ve already used they killed the cat and stole my parcels. But saying that,
witch Lumi is taking up even more of Ali’s attention now she’s stuck in doors. Ali thought I was crying because she was forced to use the litter tray. I wasn’t. I wonder if it’s suspicious to have two dead cats?
I need to go and reapply my daily 87 coats of fake tan now. Ali said I’m a tan gangsta. He’s so sweet and street. And if you was wondering why my tan is always so patchy. I do this on purpose. It’s a marketing ploy. It makes it accessible to all my followers. They know they’ll never be able to emulate my perfection so I have to tone it down a bit. Told you I went to university.
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