There is a delicious scent of panic creeping into her communications, as well as a whiff of panic coming from Peetz.
Neither one of them has a clue what to do. Clotso is reduced to begging for her 'replaceable' VIBs to come crawling back to her. Peetz stresses out over the futility of work; even if you
have a job, there will still be bills to pay every month.
Foodie has never come to a full understanding of why she made so much money; it was the spectacle of watching a woman destroy herself. Unless she returns to those ways, which will have the side-effect of killing her, she can kiss her YouTube riches goodbye. I suspect she
will return to those ways; what else does she have to do? But the damage has been done; she'll never experience the income she had during her peak ever again.
Meanwhile, Peetz will do nothing to help except whine about why he can't work while wearing a skirt and looking smelly.
While not as off-the-wall batshit as last Christmas or the one before, this has still turned out to be a decent Christmas for us. It is heartwarming to see
both of these entitled asses worry about where the rent money will come from, while knowing that their combined brainpower is not enough to fix this simple problem. For once in their lives, consequences seem to be catching up to them.
Edit to add: new banner. Good to see she's working on increasing revenue by focusing on all the little details that matter...
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She's really playing up the "I was a filthy, gluttonous, foul-mouthed slob before, but I have changed into a real goody two-shoes modest spiritual woman" angle, which is precisely the wrong direction to take. Nobody wants to see a fat woman in a Hefty bag be polite. They want to see a fat know-it-all self-destruct.
