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I’m tanning and hating that i let myself get this pastey. I’m one who enjoys the disgusting habit of vanity. HOWEVER sinc i’ve been ‘preggo’ i really haven’t been bothered to pander to my usual routine of ‘ohh laa.‘ Now…i hate myself for it. I can’t tell if i’m growing up and loving me how i naturally am. Or whether being ‘preggo’ has lazied me up. Yeah, i got my nails hot pinked today. But i looked at myself, saw how pastey i looked. ( I’m used to the living in Hollywood thang, where i’m always a yummy caramel colour of deliciousness and simply because i’m the kinda floozy who adores to play in the sun.) I weirdly thought i was naturally that tanned. But i’m not. I’m as white as snow. Therefore, inspired by a bit of schloer and Kerry Katona (she’s on my telly and tanned in Spain) I figured, i’d once again being my process of Glamour Pussy ‘ooh laa.’ It’s hard starting anything from the beginning. I mean, we all like to jump on the boat whilst it’s filled with Va Voom. I enjoy how i’ve managed to sort of ‘success’ my life, by myself and from the very beginning. Yet the tanning…i’m finding a tedious misery! I’m refusing to give in. In a week, i’ll be mahogany brown and you will love it. *Fans herself-beckons hot greek men slaves in togas.*

I’ve had no Loverboy tonight and i’ve found myself enjoying chilled out family time, whilst tumble drying my candy coated panties, washing pin striped work trousers, eating bits of salami and chocolate cake and basically still eating Xmas leftovers! Woohoo! (My Mothers just handed me three letters, under the misconception that they will be cheques. I enjoy her innocence. I KNOW when i’m about ot recieve a cheque…and i KNOW that these three letters are nothing more than bills and credit card pin numbers. But i’m gonna open them anyway, simply because she looks soo excited. The harsh reality of it all will hit her and yeah it will be glum, however more importantly it will be good for her. Y’know help the old learning process. I’m a playful loveable kitty cat. I get excited. But i never get excited when I KNOW there really is no need for it. I’ve lived and learnt far too hard for that!)

Pete’s being super lovely to me right now. Apart from when i called him an hour ago and he told me he was ‘going through a busy moment’ at work and needed to call him back later. Ugh! We have an amazing relationship. A great one that anyone slanted eyed Glamour Puss, could dream on. However, i am wanting to spice it up. I don’t mean sexually. I simply mean ‘keep it honey mooney,’ dash it with excitement, fill it back up with flirtation. I never like anything to flow in a calm normal fashion. I enjoy whirlwind joy, bubbles of excitement and i am determined to keep my relationship with Pete that way. (I’ve just recieved a Facebook message from a guy i don’t know, stating that he has ‘yellow fever’ and i have made him ‘shine with jaundice.’ Isn’t that gross liver impairment? Like an illness? Lovely! I’m definitely moving up in the world. I’m now as delicious as disease. )

I think i have back ache. I have two more days at work. My midwife is getting mad at me for not being able to make my appointments with her, due to my work schedule and my Mum is cozied upon an arm chair going on about how she wishes she was young again. I’m deliberately ignoring the fact that she would maybe like me to enter into such a conversation. It’s never about feeling young and always about money. I’m not in the mood for money talk. I just like to make it. Not grumble about it. To me, there is no use dwelling on what you didn’t do in your life, unless you change your present and get to doing whatever you want! Plus, entering such a convo, i’m sure will make me feel rubbish about myself and like i’m not doing financially well enough. I’m all about the positive energy right now. Fuck, digging emotional holes in your present with your past! I have a Tattoo on the inside of my right arm reading ‘MARCH.’ It reminds me to keep soldiering forward, no matter what! ( I got that inked on in LA and boy did it hurt. I was silent the whole way through it and the lady, who looked rather ‘rocky chicky’ had to play classical music in order to calm me.)

I’ve just noticed that a couple of people found my website today by searching ‘Lovely jubblies!’ I’ve MADE it! Hilarious height of stardom. I’m stil angry at the man in Miami who apparently runs some kind of sex trade business. (They nearly kidnapped my friend at an airport. WEIRDO!) I’m throughly against people of his sort (surprisingly enough) therefore the fact that he has his own Wunna site, pretending i shoot pictures with me all of the time, wrongly encouraging other girls to shoot with him, makes me sick!

I haven’t done a Glamour shoot in over a year or so!!! Therefore i’m not quite sure how he can claim that i have shot with him recently and have upcoming shoots, with no boys and no toys! How rude!!! He’s trying to make it porny. I’M PREGNANT for crying out loud! What a dirty bastard. Know that any rudie photos, any of you see of me, are not at all recent and i’m talking years old due to poor Wunna choices. (We know i made bad past choices..i don’t ever deny it. Yet i’m in a very new chapter now and i wish it to be celebrated the correct way.) Therefore don’t let them fool you into believing that the pictures are remotely recent. The only website that is actually MINE and run by Team Wunna is this one. All the others have been made my some pervy, pretending to be, or trying to sell an image of me for quick cash. *Yawn.*

I have a wonderful life now. Great friends, loving family, man of my dreams, a job in showbiz, a normal job at a gym and most importantly, alongside my daily blog, where i get to connect to the entire world, money making, laughter and my book that is on it’s way out, i have a baby on her way, as i sail into soon to be motherhood!!! OMG! MUCH! I’ve never felt so solid and happy. I’m now not stupid enough to ruin it. Yet it seems other jolly souls of beauty enjoy attempting to ruin it for me. Lol. (This is where being tee-total sucks! Gin makes things better!)

Pete and i have a *bump* shoot at the weekend at his appartment. I haven’t told him yet, which will be funny when the cameras roll in at ‘early’ o clock and he’s having to pout and pose along with me and our ‘belly’ on sofas, by walls, in bed. (Oooh!) They’ll be my first proper *bump* shots, yet i did tell you that i met a Wunna fan in Pontefract on Xmas eve, when i had Microwavable slippers in my hand. Well her brother uploaded it to his Facebook and tagged me in it. Therefore since some of you have now seem me in my *bump* status. I figured i’d post it for you all, so you don’t feel left out.

 

I’m 7 and a half months pregnant and totally stood by bargain kettles

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