Desperately trying to wring the last ounce of sympathy out of her sheep before the book launch next week. All the “I couldn’t have done this without you all” bullshit to keep them onside just long enough to make her another half a million before Christmas. And as bleeping if she just ‘came across’ that envelope.
Her entire life is a performance now. She could come running at me on fire and I’d struggle to believe it was real and didn’t have an ulterior motive attached to it, that’s how managed and contrived her life has become.
Her entire life is a performance now. She could come running at me on fire and I’d struggle to believe it was real and didn’t have an ulterior motive attached to it, that’s how managed and contrived her life has become.