Just found myself in fuschia pink velour jogging bottoms, a baby pink jumper, a massive volume hair piece in ( i always put my giant Hollywood hair piece in, if i’ve been argueing..it’s my armour. Diva’s pull out their weaves. Floozies put theirs IN) and not only a brown tartan farmers flat cap on my weave ( tilted to the left,) but also furry beige boots, with eskimo bobbles on, a kitten named
‘Gucci’ in my left and of Drumstick lollies on my right. VICTORY!! Add ridiculously pouty lips and eyelashes to that..and you have Wunna Land!
I was sat infront of a giant hallway mirror, stuffing out my face, commenting on how
‘ooh baby’ big my thighs now ere, and attemtping to give my chick friend advice on how to make a boy adore her. She gave me one look and cracked up laughing. (‘It’s like getting advice from an oriental ‘Lily Savage’ lookalike!’) I called her cheeky, then offered her a Drumstick lolly and symapathy. If you are asking ME for love life advice then you definitely *hit* rock bottom. Luckily, ‘Rock Bottom’ is a place i once made my home many moons ago, therefore it’s a comfy little spot for me. I told her to either make up with him or just plain old ruin everything by making him jealous! She went for the ‘evil’ option…with is unfortunate really? I mean, i thought candy would give her a sweeter approach to revenge? But no…girls are girls. Bitches are bitches. Dolls are dolls and Pusses are pusses. Give them candy and they’ll always want MORE!
Anyway, i’ve also just got back from meeting up with Loverboy. I couldn’t stand fighting with him, when i adore him really. UGH! I’m so glad that i met him because he had gone for a long walk with his Father and the border collie. He only does that when he’s REALLY upset. Not angry. But upset! I called him and he came to meet me. Yet he did it the right way…with chocolates and sweeties.
He looked exhuasted with emotion…like our what i thought was ‘little fight’ had drained him. like he’d been crying. It’s AWFUL when you KNOW that you’ve made someone you love cry. I’ve now learnt not to ‘hurt’ back, just because i feel ‘hurt.’ Oopsie! It’s an ugly habit and one that a Glamour puss shouldn’t tango with. He told me how beautiful i was and presented me with choccies. My heart melted and i immediately apologised for causing all of this mornings uproar. I’m a total sucker for calories. He could’ve come with bread and i probably would’ve married him. Well with my current track record, he probably would’ve have even needed the bread.
We actually went on a little drive…just to be around each other for a little while, so we could feel each others energy again. Gather up our love once more…and well i had never felt happier. I just didn’t realize how upset it had all made him. He’s extremely sensitive and struggling right now. I’ve lived a life that has made me emotionally tougher than most. I learnt it in Hollywood, where only the strongest survive. A ‘little fight’ doesn’t even dent me. But it delves into Pete deeply. I need to remember that and also try to remember that my pregnancy is a both lovely, yet stressful on us BOTH! A different kind of stressful on him. But seeing him today was the right thing to do. He hadn’t been able to eat all day. There i was thinking he wasn’t caring ONE bit about me. When all he was doing was hurting…quietly. UGH…i hate it when i guess other people’s emotions wrong. Yet if you’re having to guess..then maybe it’s because they’re not expressing themselves well enough? Find out the facts kittens, before you run off with the *hoo-haa.*
I kissed him and cuddled him and told him how much he meant to me. I bimbo giggled with him and shared love, whilst throwing him the key to my heart. We’re back to normal again now. Back to the Fairytale. The funny thing is that when i apologized for everything, doing the ‘i’m sooo sorry, for making you sad. I love you very very much.‘ He sort of smiled and gave me a face that suggested he was used to hearing that old Wunna spiel! Lol. Oh dear!! Am i really that hidieous?
What matters is that we’re happy again and both not only adore our future little girl, but EACH OTHER. When we make up, my whole world glows…and he did it with chocolates! Aww…he’s learning. 😉 There are often times where people cannot say words to make something better and simply because when they try to the words just don’t come out. Giving a gift..no matter how small, if you aren’t good at expressing, is a GREAT way to say it all. That moment changed everything and not because he bought me something. Yet because what it meant was that he was ‘sorry.’ (Guilt rocks! You get candy and everything!!)
Anyway other than all that, i noticied how many young gents decided to message me during the time of ‘haze’ between Loverboy and I. A lot made themselves noticed with a ‘hey.’ A few with a ‘Date me.’ A couple who talked about loonies who needed to watch porn and scold people with hot kettle water and a boy that told me i could marry him, if i really needed to? Then Wazza popped up on my chat and gave me his usual words of advie that pretty much go along the lines of abusing me verbally. Luckily it worked and made me adore Pete again. Then every male in Burma decided to claim that they were my actual brother? This confuses me?? Just because you’ve seen my ‘chebs’ and know that your country is disgraced by my tragical pointless nudity…doesn’t mean you’re my brother?? LOL. You think I’M bad…what does that say about you!
Infact, i had one random guy go on about how we were blood relatives and that i was Burmese. My ‘sexy pictures’ apparently make him ‘cry himself to sleep’ with ‘shame for his sister’..which he means is Me. (God, i knew i was bad. But i didn’t know i was that bad?? I thought i got over being a mighty disgrace and moved onto being a ‘goodie goodie.‘) He goes on about how he’s my ‘older brother’ and how even though he’s upset for me, doesn’t blame me for my faults? ERM…? I’m the oldest CHILD in MY FAMILY! I can’t stand lectures from my real life family members, let alone ‘ pretend’ ones! My Burmese fans get right into it all. Yet i enjoy how the same guy privately sends me messages of how he’s so ‘sad for me.‘ YET on my fan page…and because i’m quite the Doll of ‘fame’ over in Burma, makes sure that he PROUDLY makes EVERYONE believe that he’s blood related to me? Lol. I have ONE brother. His name is Jeremy. I adore him whole heartedly. Add a Mum & Dad to that equation and you have the LOT of us. Where are all these relatives coming from? Why they all asking for money and changing their actual last name to ‘Wunna?’ He kept saying ‘I am your brother. You must listen to me and do as i say!’ Erm..i’ve never met you in my entire life and if you were my real life, proper brother, YOU WOULD KNOW that i NEVER do as he says ever…drunk OR sober. 🙂 ‘Do as i say?‘ Puleeeaze! *Knock-Knock-WRONG DOOR*
Now, the ‘i’m related to you’ game, i think is fine if you’re trying to be hilarious …I’m always one for a bit of a giggle AND i did really think that Bruce Lee was my real life uncle, when i was a child due to Cliff (who’s like my adopted Brother) promising me he was! But doing it because you really believe it, is plain old weirdy-woo. Believe it…. If you must. But don’t give me a pretend family lecture!!! lol. I don’t find that sexy. I find it itchy.
Now that i’m all back to happy and preparing a bit of chicken for tonighta. I’m gonna spend the night chillaxing and winking at my mirror image, whilst sipping Horlicks. I have to work all weekend, which begins at 11am tomorrow. I actually can’t wait. It’ll be fun to shake all the drama off my ‘mama.’ I’m happy. I’m hot and i’m doing it with Drumstick lollies! Join me! xx *Waddles out.*