This is going to be a real quick post.
There are several firsts in a person’s life. I know I seem like a monster but I’m a person too and I make mistakes. A lot. The first time I did the unthinkable and broke my makeup happened sometime last week.
And I do makeup posts these days so I really can’t post photos of broken makeup. I know you can fix it with rubbing alcohol but I didn’t know it last week. I can’t think, nor Google, when I’m having a break down. Argh.
I live in India and everything you want is either inaccessible or way too pricey – so pricey it would probably make Paris Hilton cringe. It was sold out on both Flipkart and Amazon.in. So I went on Instagram and one of the accounts I follow had the stuff I wanted. I sent her a message asking if the stuff was authentic and she said it was.
I got extremely happy and ordered them. Hashtag gullible Sooch.
Take a look at our conversation:
I did. I had the money banked in. This girl gave me a tracking id that always shows “Consignment not found” when you try to track it.
So I had Noorie call this person. Don’t ask why. I just did. Okay, confession: Noorie is a bloody damn good lawyer. (Go on and laugh. I don’t care.)
It’s been three days since the girl sent me the untraceable tracking id. I’ll update y’all on this if I do get my “persul”. Oh and did I mention that she asked me for my real name because I told her it was Suchie, and Noorie told her that I was her little sister? And she also asked about my religion. Like. WHAT THE ACTUAL MAJOR FUCK?
Don’t ever buy anything off Instagram sellers. Ever.