A day of pure bliss! Today and all day, I am resting from the boobs down. That high heeled hike of hilarity, that was forced upon me yesterday, really took it out of me. I’ve done my back in, pulling limbs i didn’t even know i had whilst i shuffle along (haha) but doing it all with a smile on my face. I feel WONDERFUL today, all cutsie, loved up and with kittens. The first conversation i woke up to, was transported to me, via my Blackberry. I was snuggled in my sheets at 11.25am (feels so delicious having a chill day to re-coup) and my openning convo of the day was nothing short of lovely from the man of my dreams, a.k.a ‘Loverboy,’ who was driving around Leeds looking for a McDonalds. (Hardly the height of romance, but saying that we all love a McMuffin.)
Due to severe tiredness, i kept doing this random thing, where i was in such a deeeep sleep, that my mind kept making me dream that i was waking up over and over again, at a certain time on the Feb 29th? It was like something out of a movie, where they have to repeat the day a million times over. Everytime, i looked and realized it was Feb 29th, i got pulled back into my sleep of deepness and into another dream. Weird happenings much!!! I hope i didn’t use up any of my nine lives? (That new ITV2 Essex show looks like it’s going to be AMAZING. The commercial looks, all champagne, leopard print and glam. It’s like they’ve turned Essex into the Hollywood hills lol. I LOVE it!!)
Other than all that and Loverboy telling me that i was the girl of his dreams. (The last two days, have really affected him deeply. He’s really caught the ‘love bug’ and because i did his ironing. ) Last night he cuddled the pillow i used and because it smelt like me. I’m in Looove. But unfortunately can’t move from the boobs downward, after proving that 9 inch heels and preggoness, don’t mix.
I got distracted, didn’t i? Yeah, other that all that, i’m wanting to work at Hugo Boss and simply because the boys who work there look dreamy. I’d also like a Crimbo job at Harvey Nics and simply because department stores at Christmas time (my favourite time of year) are nothing but magical to me. They make me feel all warm and safe. I’d be surrounded by makeup, clothes, baubles, fashion, perfume, shoes, tinsel, eateries and personal shoppers. Heaven much! All my favourite things in one. Department stores cater to my Glamour pussy needs. I love over the top, ‘out there’ deliciousness. I don’t do trashy, but i certainly do bold, gentle, kitten-like, sexiness.
Facebook have contacted me today stating that my old Facebook account didn’t get cut, because of mistaken flooziness. It actually merrily happened to get disabled because someone reported me as not being a ‘real’ person. If i prove that i am really ‘Chrissie Wunna,’ then quite happily…i will get it back. (I am loving my new perv free profile though. It’s better for me personally AND my friends, because they don’t have weirdos stalking them.)
I also recieved a message from a ‘Niklas’ asking me if i wanted to turn my blog into a boobie paysite etc..etc… First of all, my blog isn’t some ridiculous porny site of ‘nasty,’ nor is it about boobs.It’s about life…my life. Love, romance, money, glamour, fun, living and learning. It’s just my story! I hate it when people try and swagger in, after years of me writing my blog and years of Wazza creating it and trying to turn it into some porny paysite. That’s NOT what this is about. It’s about my life experience and sharing my story creatively. You get to read the good times, the bad times, the times i’ve made poor decisions, the times i’ve made great decisions and the consequences. I had glitter, love, a bit of telly, celeb culture, normality, high heels, cocktails, winks, tears,joy and dancing boys. I’m put on this earth to inspire. To teach them to love who they are and celbrate their existance, no matter what. People…well MEN,the pervy, money hungry ones always get me wrong. I’m not the kind of girl, who would turn her blog into a ‘pay for porn’ website for MONEY! I’m not one to judge, but that’s not who i am. Make your OWN money sir, without having to use hot women.
I do always try to see the best in people, but right now i’m so over the pervs and scammers. I don’t even know if i’m meant to say, but one of BBF’s, who i respect dearly, has just been through a scarily awful time due to being used and scammed by a disgusting man in America. It reminded me that not everything is rosey tinted, just because my life is and that is why i will never do anything that’s ‘boobs out’ again. It really does set a bad example. I learnt the hard way.
Anyway, the BBF flew to America, after the guy had used my name to make her feel secure. When she got to Miami, she pretty much almost got kidnapped by this guy, who we’ve found out tricks models into work and then when they arrive, he kidnaps them and sells them off. He’s a sex trafficer. I cried that night, just because she had to go through that. I’m learning a lot in life and i’m passing on my knowledge. I’m made some giantly wrong decisions in life. The U-turns have not been fun. But i’m one of the lucky ones, that managed to land safely, happily and with happiness. If you’re one of the lucky ones, then it’s almost your duty to inspire.
Today, i’m covered in kittens, who just want to cuddle up by fireplaces. It’s merry cups of tea all day for me. I’m in love, work is wonderful, i have a great balance of fun and harmony and my *strut* is divine. I’ve been quite the bee of busy, so this chill day of pyjamas, is just what i need.
If you’re in trouble, get out of it…and do it in these! But not when you’re pregnant, as you will be unable to move from your boobs down the next day. (I love that i bare bum sat on a wasp! HAHA.. OH deary deary me.)