Pete is pissing Me off!!!! I mean, I need to be *glitter spritzed* promptly in order to calm my divine kitty cat self. Last night we were all fine and lovey dovey. He was perky, happy and now that I relook at it the situation, it was simply because he had Me ALL to himself. I mean, I flippin’ spent the whole of yesterday wallowing around, doing nothing in my pyjamas all day, which is fine when you need a bit of a break and the Royals are getting wed and all that shimmie. But that is frickin’ over now. We can get back to life and swiftly. I’m not a lounge around kinda girl, i bring life, magical chaos and lippy stained laughter to everything. I believe dreams come true and that standing up for what you believe in is a crucial part to your existance…with party poppers and boobies!
The fact that Pete liked the fact that we chaved it up yesterday. Y’know, slobbed around and did nothing all day Yet would prefer that our life be all lazy and lived upon a living room mattress, makes me GIPPY! No-one wonder i’ve danced through life deliciously and well he’s done pants! *Crusty Ones.*We’re two completely different people! I’m a Glamour puss of wink-factory, ambition and fun and he’s a boy who’s dependant on what others think of him, dis-organized and lost. Don’t get me wrong. He aspires for wonderful things. However weirdly believes that it should just get given to him. I don’t like men like that, unless they’re okay with signing up to me my ‘bitch.’ I just want to give him a shake. I mean, i have sooo much going on right now and I just need a little support, a little ‘moan-free’ help. What i don’t need is another burden to pay for and look after! (He walked out the door in a huff, after calling my mother & I idiots, to go to teach people how to drive. 
I’m a sicko because i adore annoying him. ‘You Idiots!!‘ LMAO!! )
My Mother’s a wonderful being because she’s a mum that stopped at nothing to love, and make her daughters dreams come true. My mum pushed Me as hard as she could and now i’m on a path of Greatness. I think Pete was allowed to do nothing very important with his life and get away with it? He wants to get praised and ‘back patted’ for nothing?
Anyway, long story short (I’m mean to be writing about my London reality meeting right now, but that will have to come next) I’ve just basically lost a small bunch of money, due to my darling little Loverboy ‘obstacling‘ my path with random boy nonsense. By not helping me when I needed him to and committing to the ‘i’m a useless, can’t do anything by myself‘ boy club. Now, because in his life of utter simplicity, he has never imagined that a ‘being’ could make such a sum, let alone lose it and therefore quite openly whilst being shouted at by this Glamour Puss claimed, out of guilt, that he believed it was A LIE!!! OMG! Then told me that everythings my own fault for not being MOTIVATED enough.
WTF! I verbally went for him! *Purr here and maybe set something on fire!* Like did the laziest person I know, actually tell me that I lack MOTIVATION. I work soooo hard that I don’t know my tits from my arse! I dally a full-time 8hr day job, come home to be a new mum, at the same time as blog, (I even have her on my knee right now, write my ‘never getting done’ book, sort out my cosmetics line, figure out the reality show and throw together marketing plans for the future of Wunna magic. He just hates the fact that I’m always doing better than him (Men always do) and well yeah he loves me, but sometimes love just isn’t enough? I think a successful relationship takes a whole lot more and I want the best for my little Baby Ruby.
The main thing I hate is that fact that he really did think I was lying and not because of the money thing. However because of the ‘i’m not given HIM the money’ thing. I’ve been stupid in the past. Yet the stupid people are the ones who NEVER LEARN. There is NO WAY in hell, that this little pussycat is funding the life of a ‘handsome.’ I’m here to work hard for ME and my tiny (but rather fit )’IT’ baby. Just because i’m not constantly talking about it or giving it to him, doesn’t mean it’s not true. I’ve found my own way in life after a giant battle through it all, in heels, heart and with rum cocktails. I’m a Hollywood girl, trying to now live a very simple life. Yet it just isn’t ME! I intend to raised my daugther the way i feel fit! There’s no jumping on board my ship when you haven’t actually worked hard to get me here!
Now, i’m worried because is it really just the same old boy problem, yet with a different face. We have love for one another. Yet i’m starting to get mad. Luckily my Mum talked to me this morning to remind me what i wanted in life and that it needed my full focus, after I was all ‘givey uppy’ and tragic. Therefore i’m gonna merrily concentrate on ME and my little Ruby. (A champion breed. ) And well just let him get on with his hazy pussyfooting, McFumble Tango.
The positive in all of this, is the fact that this particular handsome yearns to be loved, to the point where nothing else matters but that…OH and people pleasing. (Even though i’m the person he forgets to please. ) Unfortunately for him he chose to ‘other half ‘with ME! A kitty cat who oozes self confidence, lived a full life, already feels loved and is dipped in glitzy ambition.
We have the most beautiful baby and really our hopeless adoration for her is happily holding us together. Ruby kinda makes us love without condition and that is the most magical gift a little ‘being’ can give. Life isn’t as easy as i thought it would be…Lol. Yet all you have to remember is to never give up no matter how many handsomes, friends, addictions or parents try to rein in your ambition. Be who YOU always wanted to BE and without feeling the need to apologise for it. If you do not stand up for what or who you are…then you’re really wasting you existance.
Yeah Pete and I are different…yet something tells me we’re gonna be just fine! (Even though he refuses to watch ‘Big Fat Gypsy Wedding’ with Me because he once, when he was 17, picked up a Gypsy girl off the street and had sex with her in a Fiat Punto. He’s all terrified that I’d blog that, incase his Mum reads it? It’s weird to me how his relationship with his parents is a process of him ‘lying about everything he does, in order to look good.’ My mum knows EVERYTHING about Me. It’s a concept of his that I fail to find productive. Imagine going through your whole entire life, without your mum knowing who you really are. #Random)
Feeling much better now i’ve blogged it out!!! *Kitty Wink* (London blog coming up!!)
My Baby Ruby!
