Last night was amazing! I had a boy that i’ve managed to turn into a ‘mess’ say i was like ‘a game you can’t win.’ I think that’s sexy, but now i’ve pondered it, it’s kind of awful. (YES!!) He then went on to say, being the romantic that he is, ‘You’re like one of those games you plonk a pound in and win FUCK ALL!’ I aim to please. Boy’s always see me as this ‘game,’ this ‘trick,’ this ‘puzzle’ they need to figure out. They make it so much harder on themselves?? I’m like a fleshy Rubix cube, that if you finger the right way, you’ll finally get to figure out. Some people do it once in their lifetime. Others can do it in 5 seconds, but most people fail to ever complete it.
Men are terrified of Me. I’m quite easy to pull. Yet only if i actually fancy you and you’ll know if i fancy you because i will have given you some sort of indication in the form of ‘just telling you.’ Once i’ve told you, the balls in your court. (I currently have ‘Vanilla Ice’ in the background and it’s HILARIOUS! I keep stopping to perform an immediate ‘Running Man’ around the room. It’s a force beyond my means. Save me! ‘Ice Ice Baby!”)
I also had a gentleman inform me of the fact that i was ‘Everything a man ever wanted, before he knew what he wanted.’ I enjoy the pressure of force. …when it’s ME on YOU. I’m an addiction. It’s disgusting. It takes one meeting with The Wunna and before you know it….you’re hooked. (Even if you despise me!) It’s odd really! (Yes, i am being a bit of an egotisitcal twat today, but it’s works for me.) I’m currently having a phone argument with someone who is refusing to submit to my powers. It’s quite awkward really? I believe i’ve won( because i’m fighting dirty, with karate chops, winks and bottles) proving that you can always ‘see it, want it….throw a TANTRUM…and get it!’ If they just said ‘Yes’ in the first place, then we wouldn’t have had to go through this sexy little ‘Tango of Death.’
Yesterday i did the ‘5 things i don’t leave the house without’ Quiz on Facebook, because i have nothing better to do with my life other than pout and dashing suitors and fiddle with my fanny. I picked an Evil monkey, a Midget Posse (who were dressed like Mexicans,) a Middle Finger (performed by a Grandmother,) a Bottle of Rum (because i’m a Pirate) and ofcourse Diamonds…a girls best friend. Fuck it I’m a Glamour Puss. I completed my Quiz in about 5 seconds and knew straight away what i wanted. I was actually quite shocked that Facebook had EVERYTHING i suggested. I typed in ‘Midget Posse’ and well…there it was! We all agree that i’m not only a twat but quite mentally ill. I think it’s sexy. The crazy birds always pull. All the girls that pretend to be ‘nicey, nicey sane sane’ (when they’re really just normal and have awful days of INSANITY to) always end up getting elbowed out the way for a ‘Crazy’ that no-one can seem to get, yet everybody needs to have.
This blogs a bit rubbish because i can’t be arsed…so i’ll leave you with this:
‘What thrills you more MONEY or SEX???’ (I Wunna hear what YOU think.)