I'm going live ... Oh, I'm live. I think I'm live. Here I am. Here I am, world. Look at this ugly fucking wall behind me. I think I could have a beautiful background. Wouldn't you?
Oh, hi. Hi person. Hello person number one whose jumped on my live stream. What's happening? What is up? Beth, welcome. Welcome to the live stream in the hotel from hell.
Alright. I've so many things that I could say. Joseph's announced himself by saying Joseph. Hi Joseph. Hey Leah. Background that I ... I hate this background, it's so ugly. It's the ugliest wall I've ever seen in my life.
Poor Kelly, he's sitting over there, his head tilted... Okay, Joseph just gave his phone number. Can you send a photo of yourself before you give your phone number? And resume.
Matt, thank you for asking if I'm well. I am actually well at the core, but I'm in an absolutely foul and shitty mood. I'm happy about my new yellow top, though. Although, I'm not sure that it's too much yellow potentially. What do you think? How much yellow do you think is too much yellow?
But, I'm in like the most grumpy bitch-ass mood in the world. My poor best friend, Kelly, who's sitting right over there, hidden behind the camera, well to the side of it, basically has had to listen to me storm back into the room like an angry bear with a sore head, and just bitch about every possible thing.
And it's all valid, though. As she just said herself, they call themselves the five star hotel, but they take care of none of the small details. And what I notice is, I'm used to being treated and taken care of in a very particular way. Which is to say, VI fucking P way, and everything should always be flow and smooth.
Who said I always look awesome? Thank you. Looks like lime yellow. I don't mind a bit of lime yellow.
Give me a second, and I'm gonna share this live stream over to my personal page, and that sort of thing.
It's not even the little things. It's every fucking thing. Their heads are up their asses here. Shangri-La, Santa Monica. Do not stay here. And to make matters worse, I stayed here last month, and the same thing happened, and yet here I am again. Because I'd already pre-paid for this stay. And that was my mistake. Is my mistake is thinking that that meant anything instead of just cancelling it regardless, which is what I should have done.
Thank you for all the comments. Shangri-La, Santa Monica. They have not got a single piece of their shit together. They probably need help taking an actual shit, that's how much shit they don't
Hi, I'm Katrina Ruth. Over the past nearly 2 decades I've been blessed to have brought through me a multiple 8-figure coaching brand online. I have a new ministry Katrina Ruth Ministries, and God has taken over the 'show' at the coaching business The Katrina Ruth Show.
I write, speak, create and share whatever He leads me to each day. Always Spirit-led.
I run programs and courses for faith-led entrepreneurs who desire to walk their true path of destiny in Him. And to see all that SHOULD be come to fruition in their business, wealth, relationships, stewardship of their spiritual and supernatural gifts and anointings - all of it.
I am a prolific creator and have created over 300 successful courses, workshops, and the like in my nearly 20 years online … and hundreds more which I would not term as so successful. These span all sorts of topics from traditional business, to all elements of online sales and marketing, to money mindset, fitness, and most of all / my favourite … the things which just come through and remind you of how to be YOU.
I learned a long time ago not to question whether it meant I am not 'doing something right' to keep creating.
I was born to let things through. It is like BREATH to me to do so.
Praise the Lord I get to now do it only in what is TRUE!
