It’s around 8pm, UK time and not only am I having to eat oranges, in order to aid a rather uncomfortable *clump* of constipation, but i have also decided that i do not enjoy the idea of a Waterpark. Infact, i couldn’t think of anything more horrific then a Waterpark. I swim and all that…don’t get me wrong. I just don’t enjoy parks focused around water. I mean i can’t even cope with attempting to drink 8 glasses of it a day, without reaching for a wine.
I was moseying around a roundabout in Pontefract this afternoon. I was actually being driven, with a McChicken sandwich in my hand, with a smile on my face and whilst performing dance routines to any song that would have me. I think i was telling Loverboy, that i wished i was on The X-factor…but only to do the group song that they do on a
henever i got too hot, i’d get fanned down and passed a juicy beverage with a spritz. That’s my idea of bliss. Not bad watered down hair and middle aged, pie eating men in speedos, who think splashing me in the face and THROWING me in a public pool, against my will is flirting. TRY BUYING ME DINNER, in candlelight with diamonds in tiny Tiffany boxes, with words that go along the lines of ‘You are beautiful.’ Placing me on a ‘swimming’ date…will NOT get you laid. EVER. It’ll just make your ‘googlies’ shrink and therefore be the utter matter of my ‘next day’ blog for the entire world to read.
Anyway, talking about diamonds, my Mother has just this second sauntered in holding a glittery pink box. This glittery pink boxed, that also had a random elastic band around it, was filled with the diamonds she had bought at the weekend, whilst she was at the Buddhist temple. Lol. How very Buddhist of her. I’d do the same!!
It seems our family jeweller was there and presented my Mother with high quality goods of the DIAMOND variety. Braceletts, bangles, earrings and rings. Twinkling little pieces of ‘ooh laa’..all needing to be loved. My Mother, being My Mother, picked out a couple of tiny pieces that caught her merry eye and ended up spending £6000, in 4 minutes and before she even went to find total enlightenment.
Luckily for me, i am the daughter of such a woman. My IDOL. Therefore, i have also learnt her materialistic ways and have a Glamour pussy eye for all things extravagant. I’ve spent the last few moments trying on all her pieces of diamondy ‘ooh laa,’ turning my bare tan wrists into what we call ‘Princess’ wrists. Every piece was delicious. Every moment was magical. There’s something I find comforting and special with having a wrist delicately weighted down, by a thick and sturdy, chunky diamond piece of magic. It is a trait that i intend to pass on to my daughter. It’s actually a bonding moment that my Mother and i have on occasion…which is the thing that makes it not only important, but special to me. It’s a time of harmony, that we both enjoy with one another. I’ll never forget it.
Anyway, i’m still eating oranges and hoping that i poo soon. (Yay!) I have a another important meeting tomorrow at noon. A re-meet with the people that i met this time last week, that i thought wouldn’t get back to me. Luckily, they did at 10am this morning. Yippee!!! I’m excited…so i’m keeping everything all kinds of crossed. I’m nervous and hoping my charm sails me through.
Hi everyone! I’ve just returned home after a few days of work, love, play and business. It’s been long, it’s been hard, it for once hasn’t ended in a messy chest, to say i’ve just used such adjectives and well not only have i tended to all my pussycat, ‘wish i was a proper star’ duties…but i have also managed to do it pregnant, in golden studded heels and in a denim pleated mini skirt.*CHAMPION* (It was freeezing!) My *Bump* is a working bump…well all my ‘bumps’ are working bumps. *Wiggle-wink-pout* (OOh that did feel good!) Yet i’m carting it around to all of my meetings, like it’s a whole other entity.
First of all i am now EXTREMELY excited about my book!! I really do hope that i managed to produce a bit of wordy greatness, for you all. Otherwise i’ll feel all disappointed in myself and all that jolly old palava. I can’t drink for another 4 months, therefore feeling disppointed, ashamed or basically embarassed by my own rather quirky acts of ‘tragical’ is pretty much a ‘no go’ area right now…until i can reach for not only my fur…but my tequila ‘no ice.’
The book is not yet finished, not out until March 2011, but it’s fileld with Wunna love. It’s really close to my heart, so hopefully, you’ll all find a little room for it in your satchels, clutches or coffee tables. Life has gotten really exciting all around and well even though i keep having these horrific moments of self doubt, (which is completely unlike me) i really do think i’m going to be okay! Woohoo! Mocktails & Dildos for everyone!
My love life is bizarrely still brilliant. Loverboy, drank a whole bottle of red wine last night, like he was some kind of ’ooh i’ve found treasure’ pirate and once again decided to declare undying love for me. I enjoy it when he makes good decisions! I’ve been staying over at his for the past few nights and he whilst cuddling me and complaining that he had a migraine.He told me that he NEVER wanted me to leave and wanted me to stay forever. Yet, he made it better by singing it to me..and to that old faithful tune, blessed by the happy faced children of our nation.‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little star!’
I adore Loverboy on red wine. He turns into a toddler and loves me like i’m his favoruite teddy bear…that he has sex with? (We did have a bit of the old *hanky panky* yesterday morning. Yet it ended up being comedy *rumpy.* The kind where you creep under the covers, whilst he’s on the phone to his friend ‘Rob’ and you do thing ‘ooh i’m so sexy with my mouth and your man part‘ thing. It didn’t quite go to plan, because i found i couldn’t really breathe under the duvet or even move with my usual ‘snake like seductive *sizzle* due to my giano *BUMP.*
I looked like a suffocating, slanted eyed whale/butchers daughter, who was naked and trying not to wallop about as much as she was doing. It was as far from delicate as it gets!!! Then ‘Colombo’ the kitten crept under and joined me…making it all awkard. A hot blowjob, actually turned into me being completely exhausted and therefore only managing to find the energy to *LICK* a piece of flesh that i saw peeking out through the pouch in his boxers!! HAHAH! We both started laughing. Yet luckily it actually worked!!!! Men are soo easy! I still got it!
Pete was beside himself with excitment and immediately *hung up* the phone to ‘Rob’ and went in for the kill! Half way through our session (where i just laid on my back lol) the door buzzer went off, the alarm sounded, the phone rang a few million times more. It was hilarious..but completely worth it and because now he sings his utter love to me, after red wine and holds me, in dying hope that i never leave. (I’m at home now. Therefore, unfortunately….i did! ) But i do love him madly! We’re really good right now! Plus he sat down to
OMG, the most insane day of madness! I haven’t even had time to blog, in the last two days, due to the ‘Circus’ of my Wunna life. I’ve been up, down, round and around. I’ve been approving pictures, working out ideas for my book shoot. Launching my cosmetics. Looking really forward to my book. Had unreliable interent access. Haven’t had time to eat. Enjoying every moment of living the creative high life and doing it with my knickers on inside out! (ALL DAY! Woohoo!) I’ve been balancing work, soon to be mother hood, glamour pussing, modelling, everyday life, writing, family life, and being a decent girlfriend all at once. I was never good at juggling. Then to top it all off, i’m not only the most ORANGE kitty the world has ever seen. (I accidentally overcompensated last night, whilst i was rubbing myself down with tanning lotion and because i’m now FAT due to the preggoness.) But, i haven’t heard back from my Thursday meeting, that i really need to hear back from. Pervy actors are still texting me to ask it i ‘want to get rude’ with them. (UGH! *YAWN* When will you learn! Why on earth when i’m 5months preggo and in complete love would i want to get kinky with a stranger that thought that leaving Hollyoaks years ago was a good career move??) I just typed ‘No’ whilst tending to my busy schedule. I have too much going on right now and well i’ve only just got home after managing to fit in ‘rumpy pumpy’ with Loverboy and not making it to Manchester after all…ONLY TO HAVE the entire electrics in my house complete decide to FUCK UP nicely!
One minute they’re on, one minute they’re off. I turn them on. They *pop* themselves off. One moment i’m in light. The next i’m in pure darkness. I have what seems like a hundred kittens running around my ankles. I’ve lost one. I’m ORANGE. I need a bath and not only to a need a big cheque to grace it’s presence. But the actual electrician was here today and apparently FIXED the electrics! HELLLOOOO??? I’m trying to fricking watch ‘
I’ve had loong but wonderful day. One of those days, where you feel like you’ve been quite quite productive for a floozy. I met Loverboy in town, bought a ‘reliable business woman’ outfit, threw in a couple of jumpers..(whatever it’s freezing) and then after venturing to Pete’s appartment and getting dressed by him, like a ‘Business Barbie.’ We rushed off to my meeting, where i found myself in a room, with an important looking gent, who was wearing a pink shirt (i likey liiikey) and was asking me a series of questions. (Ah, no, nooo!) Note: I never let anyone dress me! I just let them play their ideas and then change it completely to what i actually wanted. I’m a Glamour puss. My version of ME always works better!
I can’t tell you how it went and simply because i don’t actually know? You never do? You never know what someone else is thinking? But for the first time in a loong time…i actually felt nervous. You know when you can hear yourself talking to a person, in a silent-ish room and you think you sound horrific. That was me. It was almost as if i was having some kind of outer body experience, where i was watching myself attempt to ‘impress’ from above or something? I was in my jet black slacks prettily perched upon a black leather armchair….nattering away, to an important pink shirted gentleman, named ‘John,’ attempting to ‘sell‘ myself…with my animal print handbag, sat down by my side! I now know, that i DO have an annoying voice. I could hear it and everything. But i hope that ‘John’ liked me. I tried my best and well it’s all down to crossed fingers really…and maybe *winks.* How hard is it to look reliable and half sexy on a comfy armchair!?! Impossible. I perched, but only to stop me from flipping off my bra, laying back upon the chair and kicking off my heels under a sign reading ‘Comfy’… with my imaginary whisky.
I walked out of the office and felt as though there were eyes on me. Yet, i think i was just being paranoid? I’m used to the old ‘eyes on me’ game. However, it’s bizarre that at around 2.31pm…i actually noticed it and felt it. I got in a lift, tottered out in my 6 inch heels, shook ‘the fear’ out of my system, smiled at a mother and a young daughter attempting to ice skate, then ran out to the car to Loverboy, who was waiting for my arrival! I love that he comes places with me whenever i’m afraid. I love that he waits!
Anyway, after meetings, work and all that jolly old terrifying stuff! We decided to take a time out together, so we cuddled each other and ‘Columbo’ the kitten, under a blanket, as we watched grannies try to sell paintings on the telly and let life whelm it’s love around us! I felt really in love today! Pete was amazing and now i think about it…just gorgeous! I was under the blanket in my business attire and he was in his grey jogging bottoms and grey flat cap. He was all romantic and adorable and snuggly today…and i enjoyed being near him for every moment that i was!
My day was done, so before he started his..we went to a local bar to late lunch on pie! OMG, it was sooo yummy and sooo beautiful and i was soooo stuffed. I’m hating being massive right now. It feels really awkward. Yet, what can a kitten with a baby in her belly do? I could have a lettuce leaf and i’d still be holding a *bump* under my boobs, with a sign reading ‘Coming soon.’
Pete and i have actually found out why we fight, when we fight. Whenever we do have a bit of bicker it’s always because we haven’t been able to see each other. We hate it and therefore out of frustration take it out of each other. Well…i take it out on him! He’s quite good and being a problem solver is Loverboy and therefore he works out a loving solution EVERY time…which makes me a happy girl. I’ve always wanted and well needed a man like that. Now i have one. Makes a change from my usual ‘drag in dreggs.’ This ones hot AND comes with actual substance. [Applaud here.]
What i like about the above situation, is the fact that Loverboy cares about me enough, to actually attempt to FIND a solution. I mean, most boys act like pansies and when you ‘play up’ or throw a baby tantrum, they can’t be doing with you anymore and label you will a ‘psycho’ tag. (That’s sooo 1999.) The difference between a MAN & a BOY is that a MAN will beable to solve relationship problems, during times of trouble..instead of add to it. A BOY is never emotionally grown enough to beable handle such a task, without kicking up dust! All women LOVE a grown man. We all do! Loverboy is ‘rock solid’ when it comes to being a man and he’s only 25. I know ‘Handsome’s’ in their 30′s who struggle to be real men. Let alone a ‘hero.’ All my other boyfriends..apart from maybe Eric and Michael..have just been pansy like tantrum throwers. Which isn’t what any girl is looking for longterm, now is it! *Fans herself.* (I’m currently being texted by actor boys, who are now trying an alternate approach to winning my heart, after getting shunned for being tragic.)
I’ve had a great day overall. Things have really picked up. Work, love and life. I feel like i have it all and if i can do it, you can do it. I NEVER thought i’d get there…but i did. (‘You always FUCKING do WUNNA,’ said the voice coming from behind her pretty oriental shoulder, after hearing a ‘read out.‘ Lol. )
I’m in my pj’s, having a night of pure rest! (‘Oooh laaa.’) My bumpage is terrifying me and well…i’m never eating pie again. I fear that i’ll never scare this ‘lifetime on the hips’ away. UGH! 4 months to go!
Up earlier than i expected. Well done me! It’s a creepy time 8.33am…where everyone just seems to be in transit, or in that phase of *rush rush.* Everyone s
I’ve been sat in a mountain of high heeled delights, tossing through them, in order to find my perfect pair. (‘Hot pink tapper, Leopard kitten heel, Golden wedge, Neon diamanted…’) I have a meeting at 2pm today and not only am i wishing that i could be bothered to tan last night. (I always and rather oddly feel like i’m at a disadvanatge if i’m pastey! Lol. I’m comforted by a warm ‘almost Bob Monkhouse ‘ orange glow.) But i’m also needing to pop into town to actually BUY a meeting outfit, due to the fact that i can’t seem to fit into anything worthwhile, that doesn’t make me look like a…what’s the word? Whore! *
Hello my Dolls! As some of you may know, my New Cosmetics line is out in America (including Hawaii & Alaska) & Canada! I’m really excited because i adore a bit of glitter, pink ‘ooh laa’.’ It’s a little start to a final big range.
I welcome you to may ‘Dolly‘ line. It’s candy coated and filled with ‘love,’ and something for you to collect! It will become available for my kittens, be you a girl, guy, or gay, in the UK in Jan 2011 and a GREAT start to your Chrissie Wunna collection!
I ADORE my cosmetic collection, as it’s taken ages to put together and is high quality stuff! It’s all been created in the UI hope you thoroughly enjoy my ‘Dolly’ line (which i like to refer to as my ‘Desperate Dolly’ line) and know that you will also be blessed with my ‘Diva Much’ line, ‘Kitty Kitty’ line, ‘Party Queen’ line and my Ultimate Glamour puss selection!
I feel really lucky!! Therefore go grab yourself a wee bit of Wunna…from www.chrissiewunnacosmetics.com Be it a little bit of ‘Mangi shimmer’ lippy, or a ‘Bombay’ coloured eye shadow, incase you need to get your ‘Jai Ho’ on. Know that it’s been touched with a little love by Moi and well everything i touch ends up being accidentally ‘delicious.‘ Throw it in your school bag, your briefcase, your man satchel, your purse, or pretty much in your life and know that it keeps love ‘magical.’ Powder Puff your way to Greatness!! I did…
It just goes to show how a little bit of ‘Look at me’ can turn into a whole lot more! Dreams Come True! If you want to get Dollified in Dallas, Hoochied in Hollywood, Candied in Canada, Floozied in Florida Or simply Hula’d in Hawaii. With a wee bit of Wunna blush…you’ll always find your way!
Oh i’m having an ACE day!! One of those *giggly-wiggly* ones, where you think you’re a hell of a lot funnier than you really are, but you commit to your *strut-strut* anyway! I’ve been Chrissie ‘Pass me my faux fur’ Wunna in her truest form today. All tragically delicious and dipped in a glittery doughnut syrup. According to Loverboy, the only fur i have is currently on my vagina. LMAO! He walked into a kitchen and i seemed to have a baby pink jumper on and a pair of black panties. I actually ONLY HAD a baby pink jumper on! HAHA. Then i had the utter undecency to grab the nearest palm sized Kitten named ‘Columbo’ and and place it over my ‘Poppins’ in order to pretend it wasn’t hairy! (I’m meant to be the Ultimate Glamour Puss. Yet my preggo belly is unfortunately preventing me from seeing my ‘wootsie’ right now. Lord knows what’s going on down there. Yet i’m sure it ain’t too sweet…with my delicious ethnic roots!! Oooh look racism before 9pm)
Like i said, today i just feel really excited. Almost superstar excited. I’ve got that rush of ‘bubbly bubbly’ and glint in my eye that suggests that life is A.Okay! [You can add a 'bitches' in there if you wish!] I woke up at the crack of dawn..(11.30am) and got straight to work on my upcoming book. I’m REALLY juiced up for it now and just CAN’T WAIT to get it out there and in your local Waterstones! It’s fun, it’s frilly, it’s real and it’s glamourous and well a total piece of MY life that you can feel inspired by. When i say inspired, i mean simply look at, read and then remember to NOT Do what i did! (‘Hello Orgy! How not fun you were!’) Anyway, that’s out after my baby in March..and i’ll be doing a baby book tour, in order to meet and greet you all. For me, the best part isn’t the book…it’s the meeting you all, posing, pouting, signing and hearing you tell me that you adore me! HAHAHA! What? I was raised by asians and child minders from the Carribean. Let me have a rummed up moment and a wee bit of glamourous glory!
Anyway, just recently i’ve been all ‘tee-total, good mummy, cupcake.’ But last night, and the reason why i actually woke up at 11.30am ( i had orginally woken up at 7am..but had to fall back to sleep) was because i had *shocked* myself up after dreaming of lesbians rug munching and then Me in a strip club squeezing my boobies upon men?? The devil is trying to get me! He wantsme back! It did get a bit juicy actually and i did have a bit of ‘Wunna-time’ 5 times afterward. But when you’re preggo, you kind of get really paranoid about what you’re thinking and what you’re watching? I got all dolly panicked whilst shouting ‘OMG! NOOOO. I HAVE A BABY GIRL IN MY BELLY. I don’t want her to think that or grow up to be a floozy like me!!’ I went back to sleep…simply to dream of cupcakes, rainbows and bronzer again! (All i did was wake up at 11.30am and think i was a lesbian again. It actually was quite hot! Infact, at 11.35am i thought i should become an official lesbian, after ‘Lip service’ glamourized it for me. But then after 4 minutes, my mind went back to wanting to squeeze boobies over men…and then i ‘Buddha palmed.’ ) Know that the ‘telly’ glamourizes everything. I’m sure censored lesbo sex is not as saucy as it looks on the BBC. It’s more like that moment when you find yourself in the middle of an orgy, in someone’s studio appartment feeling repulsed and ashamed, next to a tumble dryer and in a papery bed sheet from Argos. Never like the movie of your mind!
You’d think Pete, aka Loverboy would be all about lesbians right? BUT NO. He would despise it if began to fancy girls because he sees it as MORE PEOPLE he has to hide me from and MORE PEOPLE he’d have to compete against. I can imagine him being all bitchy, mean and viscious, if he thought i fancied a girl. Infact, i should wind him up and do it…simply to keep him ‘alive!’ But today i feel far too lazy to toy with his emotions. I’m far too happy on the inside right now, to be that evil. I’m in love with his man and i guess it’s my duty to make him feel 100% adored. I’m much better at being a girlfriend sober! I’m all loving and kind and cutsie. Weird?
I actually think i had a baby bicker with him last night at around 2am, on the phone and because he was ‘tired’ and refusing to open up emotionally and tell me all about his inner problems! HAHAA! I’m awful like that! I’m terribly curious and adore to find out about people, how they are, why they are…what they think? But i demand it at the oddest occasions. Pete enjoys to AVOID these conversations..his problems are his problems. He’s one to suffer in silence. I like to openly share all of my pokery. But because i’m quite candid.. I don’t seem to understand why others aren’t? I remember saying ‘Pete, i can talk about everything, good & bad OPENLY…because i’m now over the trauma of it all. I’ve healed and now find it funny. You avoid talking about everything…because you haven’t healed, or don’t want to look broken, in any way!’
I’m completely non-judgemental, so i’m a great person for anyone to open up to, because i don’t think ANYONE should be ashamed of ANYTHING they have done, or anything that has happened to them, or anything that they personally feel. (Be it a person OR an emotion. ) I think it’s a healthy thing to beable to tell your story honestly without fear! I’m confident and happy because i’ve rid everything from my body, through written word. I know that people can learn from hearing about the lives of others. That’s why i blog. I know that as i’ve lived my life…i’ve still watched and therefore learnt along the way.
Anyway, we were talking about him and his ex girlfriend, who he believed really ruined him as a person. He was talking about how she cheated on him and how he then cheated on her as revenge. How he felt controlled and how he needed to escape but couldn’t. I then ofcourse asked a bundle of inquisitive questions…which really sound odd when i’m not drunk? When he doesn’t openly discuss things, it makes me MAD. I feel as though he doesn’t trust that i will still love him, if i KNOW, the real truth. Has he not read my blog??? (Ooh a man is on my telly who is saying that he will be taking his teenage son to a prostitute for his first sexual experience.) Hmm..? Lovely! Lovely! He does have a valid point that he wants his son to ‘learn from the best teacher.’ Lol. But, what i’ve learnt from life and life alone (and yeah it took me an awful long time to learn) is that sex is about LOVE and not just about a ‘release.’ When we use it as a simple ‘release’…it’s usually because we’re hurting.
Anyway, i must go and return to my glamour pussy duties. I feel on top of the world, excited and i actually think it’s because i’ve worked all morning. I’m one to truely believe that keeping active, keeps you happy, young and knowledgable. Whilst i get back to whipping my hair back n forth…you get making your entire dreams come true! You have nothing to lose…but your dignity! HAHA. I lost mine years ago and let me tell you..it was the best thing i ever did!
I’ve been left to my own devices tonight and yeah other than handing out handfuls of Midget gems to strangers, who probably preferred diamonds or a clump of kebab meat. I’ve also decided i would ONLY enjoy being a Housewife…if i was a ‘Desperate’ one. Oh and by ‘Desperate’ one…i mean ONLY Gaby. I’d also enjoy being a ‘Real Desperate Housewife of Orange County, LA, or New Jersey’ or one that was just a Lady of Leisure. I mean, why would I go from MY life… ten steps back, to gusset scrubbing?
I’ve just returned home after an amazing last couple of days. Yeah, i’ve worked. But as always the working ‘it’ is the most delicious part of my little journey i’m calling ‘Life.’ I’ve come home in one piece, apart from a the fact that my nail is now being held on via celotape. I would usually label this as some kind of genius ‘party scar.’ However, i’m a Glamour Puss and celotape wrapped around the second finger of your right hand, (the finger you use to rudely point with) is hidieous. I sort of feel injured…like i’ve broken a bone, or pulled a limb. Every part of me is glued, pinned, sewn or fuzzy felted on. When i leave parts of my ‘ooh laa’ just laying around cities and on the floors of busy town centers, (even if it is just a nail) …i feel like i’ve lost part of my ever so polished and completely rather tragical…fabulosity!
Anyway, Loverboy and I have had the most WONDERFUL (we’re actually really in love) last 2 days. With me being pregnant, we’ve had a really normal time..which if you know me is quite a task in itself. But i’ve managed to nail such a challenge. I mean, last night, in the midst of us being MADLY in LOVE with one another (i enjoy how my room air freshing Glade pump, has just spritz me with a glorious
Okay, i’m a bit busier than expected today! Therefore i can’t give you a juicy blog, until the morn of tomorrow. I will tell you that it’s not even 3pm yet and i’ve already gotten called a ‘slag’ and other than being really creepy and hanging out outside a random Wilkinsons, looking for ethnic people, with Katty and Di,who i was filling in on my baby bump. I’ve been to a morning meeting, woken up in the same face i slept in, then BRONZED on top of it, because i accidentally laid in, with a kitten on my chest and my hair in an updo. Last night ‘The Wunna’s,’ Loverboy and I all went to Aagrah for a bit of Indian and birthday surprises! We enjoyed firework displays shooting out of our desserts and realized that life really is quite lovely. We’re in our own world and working it. It’s drama free, and decorated with celebration! I’m enjoying my time on earth right now and i want you to be toooooooooooo!
I’m actually knackered today *waddle waddle*…but i will tell you that i am ALL go, therefore there’s no *juicy juicy* until i’ve calmed down. I ha the best bit of sexy time last night. One of those sessions that actually felt the way *rumpy* is supposed to feel. It must’ve have been my ‘updo?’ It gets the boys a going! I was starkers…with my giant baby bump, with my ‘updo’ and with nothing else on but myboobies and chandelier diamond earrings! I looked like an exotic princess from another land…who fancied a bit of rouch and tumble! I LOVED IT!!!
Pete and I are doing that sickening ‘ever so in love’ thing right now. But i enjoy that phase! It’s magical and a time that i will always cherish. Infact, i’m actually thinking about moving in with him after all…but don’t tell him that! Thismornign when i woke up next to him and found myself as the ‘big spoon.’ I kinda looked at his back and thought…this boy could be my next husband! Then i realized that ‘The Real Housewives of New Jersey’ actually made us horny! Hahaha. I thought there was only Wagner for that job. (Fyi, Pete thinks Wagners willy would smellof leather and i think it would smell of red indians? We both have colds thought. )
Life is tremendously jolly. I’m freezing and think i’m getting the flu…but as always…it’s jolly. I’ve been followed around by chavy boys all day, who seem to enjoy having mildy unpolite conversation with my bum….lol…and other than me eating an apple and getting ready to go back out right this very minute to tend to more Wunna Land ‘ooh laa’…i will tell you that my cosmetics line (and if you are in America and Canada…including Hawaii and Alaska) YOU ARE NOW ABLE TO BUY MY LINE OF MAKEUP.
Here’s the link for it…(but if you look to your right, on my webpage and then a little bit downage…there’s a cosmetics banner that you may click on that will direct you right to my bit of ‘ooh laa.’) Have fun with it…and ofcourse..buy lots of it! Haha.
I must must go now. There really is no rest for the wicked. THANKYOU everyone for all of your messages!! I read through them giggling and ordering people to fan me…who simply just ignore me or give me a middle finger. lol. I LOVE you all and because you’re far too delicious for your own good. Make your mark. Love your life and do it with a *wink.* No-one can poop on your party…unless you let them. And who likes people who poo at parties anyway? But i have noticed that a lot of you guys are sooo happy right now and i LOVE THAT. It’s actually all you need, in order to get ahead! Therefore kittens stare at that mirror image and make love to it! (Even if you do it in secret!) *Wiggle-Wink*