Today’s been busy. Y’know, one of those days where you really just want to
‘slag it off’ and grab a cocktail, a glitter shower, a gaggle of shirtless dancing boys and *wink* around a shimmie of fun time, under the misconception that you have nothing better to do, than LIVE your life the way it should be. Now, i’m particular, dedicated and quite a hard working Glamour Puss. HOWEVER, I’m a Kitty Cat who likes to enjoy what i want, whenever i wish to enjoy it…regardless as to what it may be labelled as, by ‘society.‘ I don’t like things to be long and boring. I find *sizzle* in short sharp *spits* of sexy much and today all i wanted to do was party…have fun…and through the day….to the romantic lyrics scrolled by Ludacris, that go a little bit like ‘MOVE BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY…GET OUT THE WAY.. BITCH..GET OUT THE WAY.’ (It’s funny because i’m 100% all ‘wide eyed dolly,’ yet i get really into the madness. I mean I do a whole ‘i might beat my wife on Sundays’ face and everything. I was far too gangsta for my own good today and i hated that i couldn’t have gin and juice. MAKE S NO SEN SE AT ALL! I wasn’t allowed to have a gin and juice because i was working, which REALLY gets on my tittarellas! I believe that if you are happy when you are working, then you will get better results. I’m playful. I’m fun. I can’t be locked in a room of no colour and be made to read loooong things. I’ve now got to the point where i really do ONLY love the ‘entertaining’ part of my job. I love being social, celebrating and perfoming…be it at a party, in a crowd, infront of a camera, or in the mirror. I’m just that girl. Therefore hours and hours of paperwork, exhausts me and makes me decide to be highly rebellious. Incase you didn’t know…I AM highly rebellious. However, not without reason. I’m not James Dean. I’m a rebel with a cause! You won’t find me dead at 32. You’ll find me handing out gin to 7 year olds, outside playgrounds.
Anyway…right now, i’m looking through the largest bundle of portfolios, by all different photographers, around this merry nation, who would like to shoot me for my website…which is what you are currently reading…you poor things. (lol.) I’ve looked through about 12 so far…and intently because i know what i want and how i am…and i’m really interested in what they want, what they like and how they view me. Right now, i’m looking for lush, glamourous, fun or cheeky, sexy, magical, different, real, but not edgey. I’m not really an edgy girl and well although fun…i’m not arsed about having 1000 pictures of me in black, handcuff to a train track or whatever. That’s not my life. (haha.) I want happy pictures, full of fabulousity and ‘ooh laa.’ Girly. Gentle. HOT!
I’m in a position where i now feel like i’m inspriring others (i mean Wazza emailed me the ‘around the world’ stats the other day for a meeting I had & i really didn’t realize the amount of people in different countries that read this ‘pokery.’ ) And if i’m being honest, i quite fancy myself as a bit of a role model and simple because it’s almost quite humourous that i would be associated with such a ‘title’ without the word ‘ BAD’ neatly place infront of it. I’m a new type of role model. I’m telling you the story of my life, as i go along…and without me really telling you what to do, or how to be…because who in the world likes that…apart from Adult babies and kinky slaves. I’m letting you learn yourself and make your own mind up about things and situations in life. Everything i do is with love and FUN and i’m often mistaken for this bitchy vixeny whore…(which i do like to play in the bedroom after rum. ) Infact, i will admit that i am naturally a sensual being. Like i truely thoroughly enjoyed the part of my life where i was nudie, posing, boobie shooting. I found it, and still do on occasion find it liberating. For me it has nothing to do with the whole ‘oooh look at me, i’m sooo sexual. You want me.’ (Haha.) I kinda more just see it as fun, free…and when you’re not being manipulated by a pervy camera man, and that has happened before…controlled. Anyway, but that’s Me. What is important that YOU are YOU and you ENJOY who you are and you CELEBRATE what you are… without having to apologize for it. I always say this but, we’ve been given an opportunity to basically do whatever we want with 100 years. We can turn our life into ANY story we want, simply by our choices. That in itself to Me is amazing. Don’t take your life for granted. Love it. Live it. Keep it sexy! I mean why wouldn’t you and like where’s my wine??? I can find the fun in ANYTHING and if you are having trouble…email me and i’ll find the fun in YOUR goddamn life. *Wiggle – Wink* (I’m gonna write the rest of this topless!)
Talking about topless, it is true that i can now simply THINK a naughty THOUGHT and my bra will PING open of it’s own accored. But REALLY. You can ask Wazza!! I’m not even joking. I’m like magic!! REALLY!! Anyway, I also got called a ‘genius’ and then a ‘very bad name’ today all in the space of 12 minutes. I do like it, because i’m really interested in how people view me. I want to stir emotion in people and i do. I want people to feel, laugh, be shocked or sometimes be quieted by my actions. I mean i don’t want people to be angered by me, because it goes against everything i stand for. I’m not the bitchy, bitter, spiteful talk down her nose girl that you find perching on the end of a bar. I’m the playful, ‘thinks she’s far too fabulous’ Glamour puss, who accidentally finds herself doing The Robot, or a cheesey jazz hand to anything that’s playing. (I’m getting a *flashback*of actually LEAPING balletically across a dance floor in Camden on a night out, repeatedly, then pissing myself at a random Drag Queen that i fell into.) I love my life.
On a more serious note, i talked to the girl that i know on Facebook, who is a fan of my bloggage (great taste in bloggers…) who struggles of anorexia and well…i have a banter with her every now and again, when i’m online. You’ve all bantered with me at some point…and well if i’m not drunk, i’m really and quite accidentally helpful. But yeah, last night, she told me that i was probably the only thing that was helping her through her illness and ofcourse her love life and i liked that! It meant a lot…even though all i did was talk and basically listen to her. She’s a really sort of fun, chatty girl…gorgeous too and well i was giving her my tragic Glamour puss tricks, to help her snag the man of her dreams!! I love it!
I right now, am in love with a ‘handsome‘ who i’m labelling the ‘man of my dreams.’ I mean, a month ago, i didn’t even know i would have such a being as my ‘Loverboy.’ You just never know when it will come, but it will. Remember that. I’ve been through so many boys, good, bad, inbetween? Mr. Right! Mr. Wrong Mr.Right now! Mr. Wrong time! You name it, i’ve *nailed* It. And this one i love, because he is not afraid to be happy. He’s not afraid to love me, or tell me how much he does and in my mind that makes manly because he’s fearless. I mean, when he’s scared he’ll tell me , or simply get drunk. (I’m already teaching him the ways of the Wunna.) But anyway, he’s honest (you don’t fint that too often) and funny, sexual ( ‘I can put a LOT of love into a massage babe..‘ FITTT) and more importantly when he commented on our relationship over the phone last night, he said, ‘I just let her do whatever she wants.’ And i like that! Therefore incase you all think you’re gonna lose me to a white picket fence…know that firstly, i would have something far sexier than a white picket fence. I want a fence made of human garden gnomes, who drink cider and swear at you, if you come to close. They smoke and do cocaine and chew on willies like it’s gummie bears, if you bring any negativity into my home…infact some have flowers and the others have guns.
I got distracted. Basically this is the first boy in my life, that hasn’t tried to change me…(yet. ) He doesn’t compete with me. He does nothing but love me romantically. We have a laugh and he’s a very calming, charming influence on me. We’re really different from one another. I’m loud and over the top and he’s quiet and shy. I bring out a confidence in him…(I mean , if you’re my man, you’re sorted because i’ll make sure you’re a man, emotionally, mentally and physically,) and well he brings out a ‘gentle’ in me. A way less chaotic ‘ooh laa,’ and because he takes me right back to where i started in life…and reminds me of who i am. I’ve also noticed that when he lets me do whatever i want…i actually make pretty decent decisions! I even surprise myself!!!! Who’d a thought? I mean I can actually wear a slaggy nightie out, drink, party, have fun, be flirty, be Me and celebrate being the sheer Utimate Queen of Greatness. Then i can look to my right, and find that i’m not only armed with the best hot pink bag known to mankind, but it also comes with a side of ‘man of my dreams.’ I have no idea how i’ve pulled this off!
THANKYOU LIFE!!!!! (*Evil laughs*)