Hi Tattlers
They say a picture paints a thousand words. My stoopy followers definitely fell for the attention I ordered bait. All I had to do was re-watch Vic's Hermès reveal and the tears came naturally. One day I'll tell my story about online bullying. I just need to make it up first. I knew my Cartier pen would eventually come in handy. Talking of fairytales, I absolutely loved my little poem. I'm glad I provide you all with so much inspiration. I can totally see myself as a mermaid, I am mythical after all. I bet Ariel never had her hair disfigured by her hairdresser though.
So Nicky has audio CCTV footage, well I have CCTV too. How can she even prove it's me anyway? I'll just say it's not even my accent, I'm actually from Watford, I know it's surprising given how posh I come across. Thankfully I wasn't wearing sage that day so I can't be incriminated. As I keep saying, it's not my problem you was pregnant Nicky! Cry me a river, build yourself a bridge, and GET OVER IT!!! And as for her followers saying I'm jealous of Nicky, bless their delusional hearts! She actually has to work for a living.
Talking of Watford, did you all watch my luxury spa trip to The Grove? My therapist, demanded I took some time off 'work' as I hold all my stress and tension in my scalp. I told you I had real life brain damage. She also mentioned she would think with all of my multiple personalities, at least one would be likeable. I love that my staff see how multi-faceted I truly am. I'm no David Austin wallflower. Shout out also to my publicist for saving my career the day. He told me as a failure, I am a great success. I'm glad he used such kind words. Kindness costs nothing though, so I was livid when he invoiced me his bill. Well two can play that game, I just won't pay, again.
My husband has been my saviour though, allowing me to be a sad slothy sloth spending days on end wallowing in bed. I know I look and act like an elegant swan, but underneath I'm sinking. I repaid Ali by allowing him to spend one afternoon away from me, golfing. He kept talking about getting a hole in one. But we've not had sex since Lynx's body was burnt by the meany moo farmer, so I'm a bit perplexed. Anyway, whilst I was in Watford, I did the obligatory trip to see my mum. One of the online trolls said if I really want to know about mistakes, I should ask my parents. So I went round to give my mum a piece of my mind, this is all her fault. Her hair's still worse than mine though he-he-he. And I obviously didn't give her a Glóby independent tool kit for free, for your information.
So I've been caught out deleting comments on Glóby. Seems like that follower had a case of being a lil bitch. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you blocked and deleted. I'm totally innocent. I hadn't deleted it duh, Cawwee did. When Lydia's Law becomes official, I'm definitely going to have screenshots banned. So all in all, as you can see, it's been such a difficult week. So difficult I only managed 11 hours sleep each night. It helped that I muted nonna's calls though. I definitely need to treat myself after all this drama, so I'm begging ordering that sage dress and redecorating the spare bedroom sage.
Love Lydia