What a fucking week…

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Where do I even begin? Haha. I’m literally pissing myself, because I honestly cannot even describe the week that i’ve had. I’ve secretly loved it though, because i’ve finally got the end of the fucking tunnel.

I’ve seen the light and stepped into it! Lol

Most people only tell you the good bits, and they wait until their frolicking in the light, to tell you their story. (Which works as inspiration.) Y’know, how Celebs tell you their ‘how they made their millions‘ story, and how hard they had it to begin with.

I tell you the story, as I go along…Y’know, as it’s happening. Therefore you’re kinda unfortunately on the ride with me…so we better how I do well in the end. Haha.

But yes, I was grumpy last week and I must have looked it, because people in every place I sauntered into, told me that I looked like, ‘i’d definitely had enough. ‘ Haha. Lovely!

Me: ‘This is not the service I expect! Haha.’

I’m having fun though. I mean, yesterday evening I was haunted by my dead best friend Kat. I lived in the BBF mansion with her for ITV2, whilst trying to win the affection of Paris Hilton. Our backgrounds were really different and she was always on the search for love. We became best best friends and well…there’s a story to tell.

Anyway, because she played the villan of the show, and everyone hated on her, she took her own life. I remember being stood on Edgeware Rd, London, outside The Hilton Hotel, when I heard the news…I tried to call her…even though I knew she had taken her own life.

But I don’t want this story to be grim, because she always said that if she died, she would come and haunt me for kicks. And she did.

I fell asleep…I heard someone shouting out my name really clearly, I shocked myself up at 1.42am, saw a figure of a woman at the door. It looked like my friend Kat. Infact, it was her. Then she disappeared & no one was there.

Lovely. (Incase you don’t know, I’m SHIT FUCKING SCARED OF GHOSTS. I CRIED AT SCARE KINGDOM, on the flipping red carpet.)

I was too scared to sleep, so when I eventually did, I was shocked up again..by a nudge..I looked up and Kat was stood by my bed.

I did that thing where you just hide under your covers because like problems, they might go away, if you just hide. Haha.

But She disappeared. It was now 2.04am and I Insta storied it out, because if anything happened to me, everyone would know.

Chick friend: You are so fucking dramatic. Haha.’ ‘

Me: ‘Fuck off. You weren’t haunted by FUCKING GHOSTS, ALL NIGHT. I’VE HAD NO SLEEP & now I have to dress the kids up as a sea turtle and a flamingo, take them to school for MARDI GRAS get to two meetings and learn how to make pancakes on Youtube!!’

I got woken up again that night….and I was terrified. Lol. But weirdly this time, Kat wasn’t there, instead my phone was bleeping? I looked at it and the only thing i noticed was the fact that it was 3.33am. It was so prominent in my focus that I ended up Googling what 3.33am meant? I know, so weird. I would never. I only ever Google myself , people i fancy, how to make pancakes and porn. 🙂

This is exactly what it said…

Angel number 333 symbolizes aid and encouragement. It means that your angels are nearby, ready to help & reassure you that your plans are going well. It sends the message that your prayers have been answered * seeing 333 means that whatever you requested is on it’s way to you.’

So it was nice… I then slept…for an hour, before it was time to wake up.I wasn’t scared anymore. I slept peacefully. Therefore i guess, i’m in for a lucky ass time. ( I hope I requested something good? Knowing me, I would’ve ballsed it up. Knowing me, I would’ve asked for rum…Knowing me, I would’ve said ‘lucky ASS time’ and Kat would’ve taken it literally, meaning i’ll forever be sore. Haha.)

Bottom line…all’s good. The kids had the most wonderful Mardi Gras, followed by steak and ‘make your own pizzas’ at Ego. (They actually got to walk their creations to the Chef to be cooked and they loved it. I really appreciate the staff there because they truly go out of their way to make The Wunna Babies happy…when quite frankly, they’re brats. Haha.

Staff Member: ‘Aww, I thought he was being nice and wanted to help with the chairs.’

Me: ‘How dare you assume nice things come out of my loins. Haha. ‘

Junior won an award for his turtle outfit, which made Ruby grumpy, because she wanted an award herself. So (like that time Rupert decided he wasn’t going to adore her and put up with her nonsense) she ordered a rare steak, and a mocktail to make herself feel better.

Junior: ‘When I grow up, i’m gonna marry Mummy or Holly Willoughby.’

Ruby: ‘I’m not EVER getting married. I’m just gonna be single and rich.’ Lol

Anyway, away from all that…today I bought a kimono, i’m doing really well, people are either loving me, nagging at me or hating on me. I had two sofa’s delivered to my home on Friday. The delivery guy was so helpful and sweet, so I hugged him…well he went for a hug. Anyway, he found my phone number, from the order, and messaged me 100’s of times. Lol.

He apparent’y wants to ‘oil my tits up.’ Haha. What is my life!?! I must give good hugs.

It’s just funny isn’t it? I mean, it cracks me up. Obviously, I don’t fancy a booby oil up…But i’m grateful that he lifted and delivered my sofas. Haha.

I’m headed to Surrey tomorrow to see ‘boo face.’ DBear, which will be good because i’ve needed a cut away, a break…and he’s been away.

I am smashing my meetings galore. I had a great time with ‘House of Solo’ magazine yesterday, who currently have Louis Tomlinson on the cover.

‘Louis people aren’t posting the pics.’

Me: ‘Ask them too. Wait. I’ll tweet it out now for you. ‘

I’m actually really happy. Could this be it…have i ACTUALLY gone and done it and FOUND a completion of utter glee, on all levels?

We’ll see….

Right now, i’m living a dream..

How’s your life going?

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