It’s another day of grooming, due to a ‘snowing in’ madness. I’m addicted to Twitter. I’m fancying people i shouldn’t be fancying and, my tan is almost soooo GREAT, that the white white of the fluffly iced snow, is making Me glow a delicious *shock* of orange. If you’re not glowing orange…you haven’t tried hard enough. Everything about me is dramatic, including my tan.
Some ladies stop traffic. I can stop complete countries from being BOMBED with my tan. It’s *swear word* ferocious! Oh and just so you know, i HAVE stopped traffic before! (Here we go…lol.. Revs up ego.) In LA on Beverly Blvd, a convertible BMW filled with hot males, glared at me so much to hip hop music, (they were trying to impress the glamour puss, so much) that they hit into the car infront of them, which hit into the car infront of THEM. They pissed themselves laughing, i *wink* strutted and they sorted the problem out with money. Then the next week, a bus driver, whilst driving his bus, opted for glaring at me, instead of regarding the safety of his passengers and hit an actual ROAD sign on THE PAVEMENT! Then the cheeky bastard tried to blame Me. The police came and everything, in an ever so dramatic fashion. It seems you can’t get arrested for being ‘sexy’ Mr. Bus Driver. You can only get arrested for using it for evil purposes. He got into trouble. (Which makes a change.)
I’ve just got off the phone to Jonny, who’s on his way back to London today. I go back daaaaan on the 7th. We had a nitter natter to kill ‘train journey’ time and well he’s lovely, int he. We just get on ‘fluidly,’ i think the term is. I’m definitely glad i have him as a fixture in my life. We have a great deal in common, think the same and well i like that we learn from one another. Definitely someone i intend to help. But anyway, right now, he’s deciding to decorate kitchens today and well I’m deciding to pout at my own mirror image for kicks. I have an odd chesty cough still. It’s not leaving. *Applies more fake bake.* What have I done to deserve this? But fuck it, it’s better than waking up to….(I’ll let you add ur own joke in there. How ‘interactive’ of me.)
Loving Celebrity Big Brother. I’m enjoying that sexy minx Stephanie yelling at them for being noisey and i’m loving Vinnie Jones wiping down sides. Whilst it was on last night, i discussed the whole event with my little George Sampz via msn. I’m getting on great with that little lovely. He dances. I have boobs. We love Celebrity BB. A fantasticaly genuine boy. Even greater things will happen to him…he’s definitely one of the smartest kids on the block. Has a move coming out. I actually told him that Alex Reid would even date HIM, to get a bit of ‘Look at me,’ so he should watch it . Then i got yelled at via BBM ( i hate BBm yelling, i prefer face to face) by a popular Playboy, that believes my choices in men will get me into trouble. Luckily, i do trouble well. I’d be more shocked if it didn’t get served up with a side of ‘jiggery pokery.’ But i’m not worried. I’m a positive soul….bad shit just bounds off me.
I’ve just been reading up on the world. I’m interested in everything that’s a happenning. My life. Your life. Everyones lives. Mainly things to do with entertainment. I’m a nosey little so and so. Yet I’m ACE at keeping secrets. It’s weird because i only like to know things for myself. I don’t need to know things to tell others. I can see or hear something extremely disturbing…laugh at it, then never mention it ever again, without the slightest bit of discomfort. I know so many things about so many people, who know so many things about Me, yet not once has any one on either side blurted anything out. I enjoy codes of *trust.*It’s sexy.
Anyway, I got distracted, what i did want to tell you about was the fact that i am extremely humoured by ‘Ian Stafford,’ a former Mayor, who has managed to get his merry self arrested by BREAKING into the precious homes of WOMEN and no, not raping them…but stealing THEIR DIRTY UNDERWEAR!!! How hilarious! All he wanted was their knickers! LOL. Weird to, because he doesn’t really look like a kinky underwear stealing pervert. He looks more like a ….Paedophile.
I’m also humoured and i shouldn’t be, by Robert Jackson, the Pontefract ‘Real Life’ Paedo, who preyed on a whole bunch of young school girls by offering them JELLY & ICE CREAM! Jelly & fucking ice-cream! Girls smarten up!! If a pervert offered ME jelly and Ice-cream, (minor or not,) i’d call him a CHEAP silly bastard and send his disgusting self on his merry little way. Try and have much higher standards! Make sure you are telling everyone you love, that you love them. Then they won’t end up in the clutches of darling perverts, who give them childrens party food and believe it’s the best thing ever. Jelly and fucking ice-cream?
I’ll leave you with this quote: ‘A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous’-Ingrid Bergman (I’d love one of those kisses)
Here’s my friend of the day! I’m introducing you to the actual people in my life…so you can picture it a bit better. Meet Justin Seitz…he’s a fitness model, a star of the Muscle Mags, very very popular with both the ladies & the men in Hollywood, and well not only is he one of my best best friends, but he was also my LA roomate. We had the most AMAZING home! And well we worked together, played together and well we only made out once. 😉 Haha..our first ever arguement was because i out right refused to sleep with him. Doors were slammed, hair was tossed, locks were bolted and everything. Hilarious time!