Boom-Titty-Ta-Ta

I love this piccy of me on the set of ‘Miss.Romance.’ I’d been flubbing my lines like a hungover, Bimbo’ed genius, (I had stayed out and fought slags like a Warrior the night before.) Therefore in order to help me, the Director ‘Matt’ (who is AMAZING & treated me far better than i deserved to be treated, infact everyone did) immediately broke down the script into tiny parts, so that the Glamour Puss could try and remember her lines. He actually sat down next to me (*direct eyes to above picture*) and talked me through it all, word for word. Being the professional that i am…(God knows how i’ve made it this far?) Instead of actually listenning…I’m FLIRTING with MEN who are holding cameras and booms. (‘Who’s ya Daddy?’ But no, like really…who is your father? I need to make sure i’m not keeping it in the family. 🙂 )

 I mean, my friend ‘Katy Lee‘ who acted with me in Hollywood, claims ‘it’s moments like this that make me adore Mz.Wunna.’ Yet really, it’s so wrong of me! Why am i finding it funny??? All i can say is, Yes i am shameful, when ‘candy‘ is a dangled infront of me, in the work place. I love men, all men and they are offering themselves to me on dirty dirty plates! I’m 84% tragic, i’m aware of that. However honestly and rather oddly….it’s really got me places. I’m waving & pouting at people from my lofty ladder of Greatness, because of it. (Even though it is a bit wobbly up here.) I don’t know what’s happened or anything, but i’m loving it? One minute i was a whorey, slanted eyed floozy. The next minute, i was a whorey, slanted eyed floozy, who eats noodles in Doncaster and has a baby club of 9 people, huddled around, whilst i eat them…. watching, in amazement…with their camera phones. I love it deeply. Yet i really don’t deserve it, not one bit. *evil laughs*

As you might have gathered, i went shopping in the sales today & ate noodles. I love a good bargain. Don’t we all!!  I don’t enjoy a bargain boy though. It’s never really as exciting. Well…unless it’s a 2 for 1. (OMG!!! Reminds me of a time in LA, when i made out with Latin, model, hot as shit,  identical naked male TWINs. I nearly DIED! I was on a flippin’ hammock too. I really have skills, i tell ya. Nearly did my back in. And if i had died at that moment, i would’ve been happy. Yet unfortunately covered in the gooey ‘man trails’ of latin men. )

Town was busy busy, therefore once again, no shopping was achieved, but it was really good meeting everyone. I got followed by a group of young boys, all eager and ‘boning’ at the brims. They had a copy of ‘Nuts’ (which i’m currently in) in their hands for me to sign. I had a giant bag of £1.59 CAT litter, in my arms that i got from

sses & almost bragging about them. But it’s only because it took me soooo long, and i worked soooo sooooo  hard. I mean i cried nights and sweated heart ache for it. I drank myself into a worthless stuper. I ‘naugtied,’ with things, i should never have ‘naugtied’ with to fill a void. I did everything WRONG. But then got my act together and did everything RIGHT…and all of it in Hollywood, where you are THROWN out the game if you’re not good enough. I learnt fast and got very talented, very fast.  Therefore to actually finally be on the right track, (which is far less bumpy. I mean i’m slipping &  sliding into opportunity now, after having rather heavy doors slammed into my rather pretty face) is one of the most WUNNAFUL things, i could ever imagine. (AND ofcourse, i’m an ego maniac. 🙂 )

I flaunt it because i want you to know, what has actually happened to me. I want you to know what has happened to Me, because…I need you to KNOW that Dreams come true!! Maybe if you know that…you’ll work that little bit harder. I never have a *booster*up and i know a lot of people say that, (and it is extremely annoying.) Yet believe me,when i tell you, that I did ALL of this, by myself. I mean, I even have the emotional scars to prove it. You know i’m telling you the truth, because firstly, that’s what i do and secondly because i honestly would’ve given ANYTHING for a bit of a *booster* up, a little bit of help.  (Infact, sometimes i did….*febreezes her vagina*   😉 )

I love you deeply.

Below is my ‘shoe of the day’ by Wearifudare: (Your shoes are important…they travel you into your next chapter. Make wise choices.)

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