Morning…my Pretty little treats of ‘Rumpa.’ This is your Ultimate Glamour Puss. Your (and i was actually called this by @Eddclay, who i simply can’t help but adore) total ‘Puss in high heeled boots.’ I feel amazing today. I’m being a complete Lady of leisure and waking up approximately two hours ago and in my own time, has really proved to be quite quite delightful. I’ve proved there really is rest for the wicked. I’m having a cuppa tea. I’m planning my daily social calender. I get to spend time with the ‘Handsome’ that I love today..who is the new foundation to my rather delicious ‘being,’ and i’m refusing to do anything that anyone tries to force me to do today. I really don’t find FORCE, threats or basic moody ‘childlike’ behaviour appealing. I’m talking about men.
Now I’m a chica, who’s in a position where a bundle of gentleman from around the world bombard Me, almost every moment, with their thoughts of Me, on a daily. It doesn’t really matter whether i’m on the street, in an office, in a shopping centre, on a stage, in a magazine, tinkering on my Facebook page, hiding under a bed…they will find me…and they will be armed with a boner…a scary one, followed by a bitter ‘you don’t love me, so now i will tantrum.’ Now, if i don’t adore you…i’m not a soft girl and i’m quite in tune with the art of ‘tantruming.’ I know ‘tantrums’ well…i’ve thrown the biggests of wobblies, as a spoilt infant. AND i know men well….better than they think i do…which puts me in a jolly old position of POWER. (Which being a Glamour Puss…I LOVE. *Gets a twinge in her panties.*)
I’ve woken up to a busy morning of ‘I love you, i love you’s’ from Women, girls and teenagers…which i love. Like i told you, i am ALL for the girls of this world and mainly because I am one! Even though i champion behind women..well the good ones, who don’t waste time on ‘hate.’ I also enjoy men…i feel very comfortable around them. I’m a girl who has a great deal more male friends than neccessary and ofcourse i’m a kitten, so i have a roving eye for a well chisled ‘handsome.’ (However, right now, i completely adore the one i have. He’s sooo yummy shirtless. I can’t help but let him get away murder.)
What i don’t like however, is MOANEY men. Infact MOANEY anyone. I’ve had a fair share of inbox ‘love’ by the gents this morning. Yet at the same a bundle, of ‘my ego hurts, give me attention,’ boring much ‘hoo haa.’ Boys…this is not the way to win me over. I’m not an easy pull at the best of times…let alone when you’re throwing a hissy fit. Anyway, yeah i’ve had ‘You aren’t bothered about me and you don’t follow me on Twitter/You think you’re better than Me/You don’t love me/You don’t make the effort to talk to me/I’m not a fan, i’m a friend/I want you’re pussy/I want to get to know you and you won’t let me/Talk to me, Talk to me NOW/ Do you think i’m hot? Do you? Do you? Do you?/Well f*** you, if you can’t be bothered to talk to me/ I want one on one time/ I want to date you and if you don’t you’re a complete fucking bitch.’
This is my life, constantly. No matter where i am. Whether i am online or just out and about. If i am online, then my facebook chat is insanity…which i don’t mind, because it’s usually filled with the popping words of lovelies. But know that i have about 24-36 boxes, *popping* at one time. Therefore even if i wanted to talk to you all, personally and deeply….i couldn’t possibly. Plus, i now don’t like to spread myself thinly. I’m take a deep interest in people and their lives, truely. I talk to everyone, i can…and when i do…i really want to get to the nitty gritty of their existance.
Today, I had a moany boy, state that Chrissie Wunna..(i think that’s me…) makes an ‘average effort’ to talk to her fans. OOoh i HATE the injustice of that statement! IF ANYTHING, i am KNOWN for TALKING, TWEETING, TINKERING, TAMPERING and everything in between, with ALL of those who express the need to ‘nitter natter’ with me. I love it. I love people. I’m a true socialite. An actual ‘being’ that loves to be social. Therefore, if i’m not talking to you, or tweeting you, or whatever else you really might fancy. It is either because, you have done something in order to make me not think you are a positive person. OR you haven’t made yourself noticeable to Me. I mean, i can’t tweet you back, if you don’t Tweet me in the first place. (Obviously.) But if you do…you will 100% get a reply. INNIT! I spend a lot of time, talking to everyone…because i’m actually grateful for you. I think actions speak louder than words..and my actions prove that i am. (Even if you kick and scream at Me. lol.) Yet, saying that, my words are rather delicious! I love my words…even when sober. *Is puzzled as to why there’s no gin in her tea?*
On a more chipper chipper *wiggle-wink* note. I do feel glorious today and almost like my Wednesday needs to be enjoyed….celebrated. Yours does too. Therefore, if you feel a little bit glum, laugh it off, and make your day AMAZING. When you feel amazing, amazing things happen. Life is pretty okay. I mean we’re usually quite content until one tiny thing happens, which puts a dent in our ‘ooh laa.’ It’s all about BOUNCE BACK ABILITY. It’s not really about the bad things that happen to you. (People use that as a shield from living and feeling…Kind of an excuse.) It’s all about how fast you can recover and when you have that down…then you my darling dumplings of love…WILL HAVE A HAPPY LIFE!! Know how to have a good time. Do what makes you happy. Be whoever it is, you always wished to be.
I constantly have fun, love, live, and have surrounded myself with truely good hearted, warm spirited, positive, lovelies. Who actually LOVE their life. It sounds so cheesey but it works. People like to be around me, because i help then love their life. It’s a talent of mine. I can find the fun in ANYTHING! I have no idea how i can? But i can!! Every single day i get messages from people all over the world…who i’ve accidentally inspired to have a little fun. It could be my purpose? I don’t know? But this WUNNA LOVE thing, is taking over continents. (God, i should charge you all…and form a cult, where I get to sit in a gold and pink, cushioned altar, with horny toga- buff males, who fan me and feed me grapes.)
My mum said the strangest thing to me last night, ‘ One day Chrissie, something AMAZING is gonna happen to you, and it will proceed anything that you every thought would happen. I’ve never ever been prouder.’ (If i didn’t have sherry, i would’ve remembered the rest of it.)