OH MY GOD!!! I am currently trapped in a sweaty office, all on my lonesome, with a giant pile of worky -work to tend to, with ‘One Direction’ in the background (not the real life boyband as i’d be getting arrested for having unhealthy kitty cat thoughts that could put Gary Glitter to shame ..plus i’d just be weird having them finger clicking and swaying in the background to my life mid crisis) in a rather glamourous office school girl pinny (even if i do say so myself) whilst EVERYONE else that i could possibly know…Infact a juicy bundle of ‘ I don’t knows’ can be added to that bit of joy also ARE ALL OUT and ABOUT in the flipping fricker-doo-dee sunshine (Note: the ONLY sunshine we have had the entire season) drinking pear cider! UGH!!! (I don’t even drink cider EVER. But i would right now. I want OUT!!)
What makes it even more joyous is that below me i have the entire luck of the ‘Karma Gods’ fucking with my entire being, by placing steroidy looking, old men in lycra, who can’t refrain from lungeing and squatting to fun JLO tracks in the name of fitness. I have a bit of boob out today…because it’s what i do. These sweaty lycra men, like this. When i totter by them, trying to hold life together in a calm unsensible fashion, whilst keeping my day job a float, they *wink* at me like i might want them and that they could make my entire life complete. Nice! HAHA. My goal in life is to one day BE a dodgey old man in lycra. My boobs are bitches. They giggle out of politeness, then spit at them from afar. Lol.
Bottom line ..you’re in a beer garden, at a beach, in some tropical part of the world, tanning, drinking, having a randy old time, whilst reading my glitzy blog on your iphone, laptop, Lord knows where…and well i’m NOT! (We all know i despise being trapped, not being in the sun and not having fun. Oh and being completely sober. Today is not good. I want treats and an Evian spritz. NOW!)
To make it all worse..(i’m on one)…i’ve been invited everywhere today, to enjoy the rays with a wine. To parties, to pubs, to exotic lands, to my boyfriends friends garden for cider and into an apparent pretend relationship with a guy i don’t at all know on Facebook, who believes i’m ‘in a relationhisp’ with him Lol…(he is actually quite *sizzle*…so i don’t really mind too much. I forgive the pretty people because i’m shallow on bad days, like today when i need sun. His names ‘Hunter Bravo’ …surely he’s fictional?
But anyway, i’m over complaining because i’ve just recieved a happy work phone call, meaing that i’ve done a good job. Lord knows how. I guess pretending to work hard, really does profit. I’m happy now. But still want sun and booze. Not cider, i’m over cider. I’m far too bouji to take in that calorie pour down.
New ‘Handsome’ Keiran…who has been cleaning things in his garden on his day off with his friend ‘Turner’ and beer has managed to show up for a quick smooch with The Wunna. I love that he does that. It’s cute and hot all in one and even though he moaned a little bit about me rambling on about him crying the other night ( Lol) …he liked it really. *Wiggle-wink.* We’re both in good moods today because he’s no longer ill, and i’m no longer bitchy. We had a horny phone conversation last night, after he took me for late afternoon, sunshine drinks which always works well for us. I’m lloving being with him right now and just because it feels right. I mean, fuck it…you only life once…why not ‘do love’ the best way you know how..which for us has so far been the ‘fast lane.’ (I’ve been picked on today due to the fact that Keiran and i apparently look like an Asian Barbie and a Robotic Ken Doll. We also apparently can’t hold conversations with one another due to the fact that ‘the grooming’ process and hairspray gets the better of us.) BEFORE, i’d always *tut-tut* such nonsense. However now that i think about it…during a Kerian/Chrissie (eww..i put his name before mine) morning…there is actually a great deal of grooming that goes on. And we fucking LOVE IT.
What i like about this boy is that he’s an ‘action’ boy…He’s by all means a talker..(and he would need to be otherwise we’d just be a six pack and tits)..but he’s not what i call ’all talk.’ He’s a DOER. He’ll literally show me how much he cares, without me having to prompt him…before he even tells me and I like that. It’s like dating myself. [Do gin here] Anyway right now we’re good…and we’re hanging out later on tonight after i’ve finished working. UGH! We’ve kinda just got on with ‘love’ and wiggled our way through it quite easily. Infact we’re kinda proving that the stupid games that people play and all the stupid time that people waste *umming and arring* is absolutely pointless. Go with what you feel fearlessly. Love it. Life it. Be happy!
(I’m currently trying to find my friend ‘Amber’ a date for tonight. I know boys…lots of them, however she is refraining from being specific? All that is required is, ‘hot…cute and not a chav.’ Lol Im chick friends are total lame-o’s when it comes to boys. They blush and everything and let boys be evil to them for kicks. HAHA. They’ll hate me for saying that. Infact, my other friend Lisa is currently weighing herself.)
I don’t even know whatelse to tell you other than during this blog time, i’ve managed to find my Friday feeling again. Yay! I need a drink. I need a bit of sun. I need to buy some pants and well life is certainly delicious! *Giggle*