I just wanted to say you've been looking swag af lately.
Don't thnk me yet.
Come on, Perry!
Hey, don't be mad, I love your swag. Your followers love your swag. The world loves your swag! Heck, dogs and cats and stuff would love your swag if they had a concept of swag. BUT...
You're reaching critical swag mass. One mistep and we could be looking at a full-on swagpocalpyse. And we don't want that.
1 Please start making sense. 2 Swagpocalypse?
1 2 You never heard of a swagpocalypse? Think of it this way - right now, you're a cool "it" girl. You're hip, you're stylish, you're a trend-setter... ...but people can still picture themselves chilling with you. Cup a coffee, boardgame night, beach volleyball... Normal people stuff, you feel?
Post-swagpocalpyse, you aren't a normal people anymore. The swag has taken you over. You're a swag zombie. Now you're running a lifestyle cooking website with ingredients you need to import from space. Now you're selling decorative golden squirrels no one but my auntie Trudy thinks are dope. Now the magazines you're on the cover of are giving you tips about how to hire people to raise your kids and call your mom for you. Nobody can picture themselves chilling with a swag zombie. You feel me now?
a I don't want to be a swag zombie! b Ooh. Decorative squirrel.
a Don't worry, there's still time. b
The only way to avert the swagpocalpyse is a double dose of keeping it real. We need to get you doing some laid back normal people stuff. To that end, I've arranged for you to be seen at the Calabasas Cantina in about six hours. Just kick it, mingle, let everyone know you're still cool. Cool?
(Y/N), two different companies contacted me wanting you to do videos of their products.
One is for makeup, the other is for shoes. So, what's your pick?