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The screen swaps from black to pink, and Lydia's voice can be heard singing,
"Lydia B, Lydia B, Lydia B, B, B."
Over the top, her name is scrawled in what looks like red lipstick before the screen cuts to a close up of Lydia's face.
Hey you guys!
I have been so depressed lately - like, you know when life just keeps on giving you melons? And I really don't think the media gives a fair impression of young women - they're like, old men in boring old suits going, "oh, all these girls do is lie around and get drunk." Well, no, that's not all we do. I mean, life is hard for us, you know? Like, do you know how many times I've tried to get a job this week? Like, five times! And no one wants to employ me. ME! Eurgh.
But, you know what's great? My man! Every girl should have a man, I think. And my Mr Roosevelt is just the most perfect man on this whole entire planet! Like, seriously, he saw how sad he was and look - "
She reaches over to pull an expensive looking box from under her bed. The top of it quite clearly says Alexander McQueen. She removes the lid to reveal a pair of black stilettos, dramatic and impractically high. Carefully, she removes one from the box and holds it up for her camera, turning it to the side and back slowly.
Aren't they gorgeous? He knows just what I like - and they make him happy as well, if you know what I mean? I think he'll get his money's worth with them though! He's already got me Louboutins too - what more could a girl want in a man, than one with fabulous taste in shoes and money to burn? But sorry, ladies, Mr. Roosevelt is off the market. He's all mine and you can all hate me for it later.
Now, if you liked this video and you can't wait to see more of my life, and hear all about Mr R, then don't forget to hit that subscribe button. Remember, a like is worth a thousand words and subscribing makes the angels happy!
Love ya all. She blows a kiss at the camera before signing off.
"Lydia B, Lydia B, Lydia B, B, B."
Over the top, her name is scrawled in what looks like red lipstick before the screen cuts to a close up of Lydia's face.
Hey you guys!
I have been so depressed lately - like, you know when life just keeps on giving you melons? And I really don't think the media gives a fair impression of young women - they're like, old men in boring old suits going, "oh, all these girls do is lie around and get drunk." Well, no, that's not all we do. I mean, life is hard for us, you know? Like, do you know how many times I've tried to get a job this week? Like, five times! And no one wants to employ me. ME! Eurgh.
But, you know what's great? My man! Every girl should have a man, I think. And my Mr Roosevelt is just the most perfect man on this whole entire planet! Like, seriously, he saw how sad he was and look - "
She reaches over to pull an expensive looking box from under her bed. The top of it quite clearly says Alexander McQueen. She removes the lid to reveal a pair of black stilettos, dramatic and impractically high. Carefully, she removes one from the box and holds it up for her camera, turning it to the side and back slowly.
Aren't they gorgeous? He knows just what I like - and they make him happy as well, if you know what I mean? I think he'll get his money's worth with them though! He's already got me Louboutins too - what more could a girl want in a man, than one with fabulous taste in shoes and money to burn? But sorry, ladies, Mr. Roosevelt is off the market. He's all mine and you can all hate me for it later.
Now, if you liked this video and you can't wait to see more of my life, and hear all about Mr R, then don't forget to hit that subscribe button. Remember, a like is worth a thousand words and subscribing makes the angels happy!
Love ya all. She blows a kiss at the camera before signing off.
