Bollocks on Bollocks

Had so much stuff that i wanted to talk about, but i got highly distracted and now i can’t remember what i wanted to say? (Ouch! My back! I need to stop slouching. I’m like a hot Quasimodo…fyi, don’t care if i spelt that wrong.) Get it in Sally!! Buggery buggery bollocks! No really, i’m gonna stop slouching for my new years resolution.

 I’ve noticed that loads of people are breaking up for Christmas! Loving relationships are for Christmas and definitely not for a life. I don’t know what’s going on? I mean everyone knows that they have to stay with their boyfriend, or find one around this time…so they get presents and have someone to pay for their drinks. THEN they have  the tedious crap task of  having to try and stay with them… until the day after Valentines day. Cupid must be pissed up or something? As he’s pretty shit as his job. (Well..not with me! Yeah Daddy! ) Wait? Maybe i’m Cupid? Whatever, we’ll cut him some slack, as i’m sure it’s not easy having to fly around with heart shaped arrows and set people up… in a diaper.

Ugh! My phones ringing. It’s non-stop. I have voice messages galore, that i can’t seem to face as they’ve fallen ontop of each other like a merry pile of ‘should’ve picked up my phone’s. I need to hire someone to sieve through them for me. (Hahah…i can’t believe i’m so lazy, i need to hire a pair of other peoples ears!) Even my ‘IM’s are getting out of control. It’s now got to the point that as soon as i ‘log into’ Facebook, i’m BOMBARDED with a panicky stream instant messages , that don’t seem to EVER stop. My trick is to just type ‘hahahah’ or ‘lol’  or ‘kisses’ on all of them…regardless as to what the message says. It seems to work. Try it…if you can be bothered! I can’t! They boggle my mind. I can’t have 42 conversations at once. I’m already a whack job…i don’t need 42 other people juicing up my ‘crazy.’

My Mother is Tae Kwon Doe kicking around Me. Not sure why? Shouldn’t she be making me lunch? Plus, i’m trying to watch the Spice Girls on TV be all Christmassy. I need tea! Ugh!

Anyway, i’ve got to go…i really don’t have anything else to say because it’s Christmas and it’s boring. But i’m refusing to go out and party now until January! The inside of me still thinks i’m 18. But the outside is screaming ‘OLD HAG!’  Tune in later when i’m a little bit more awake…i’ll be talking ‘Party Girl.’ I’m actually writing this whilst i’m still half in my bed sheets! (Ooooh Baby!’) I need a Butler!

Chrissie Wunna x

3 thoughts on “Bollocks on Bollocks

  1. ark at mis popular. it must be nice having people wanting to talk to u all the time it means u are a diamond chrissie. and u are good to talk to babe have a good day teerak

  2. good good babe I hope u have a lovely day and a great Xmas babe I’m pleased u ain’t gonna moan no more no one loves a load of moaning bunny xxooxx

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