Just got out the shower, currently stroking my 8 kittens, had pom poms attached to my boobies almost 3 minutes ago and finished off a conversation with my Mother about boys and how i should go about finding the right one. My Mother truely worries about me and my ‘feisty,’ rather ambitious ways. I remind her of her…and it humours me that it terrifies her. On Decemeber 19th 1980, she squeezed out a ‘Glamour Puss,‘ and after having to watch her ‘fruit’ go through a delicious ‘wiggly woo’ of all kinds of big big trouble, my Mother’s pretty worried. I mean, she believes my ambitious ways, and hunger for power and world domination, will very much get in the way of my love life. Apparently men don’t enjoy a more powerful woman, or a high earning one and right now, i already have Men simply quite terrified of becoming my ‘other half,’ incase one day i hurt them. (But’sTherefore, in the merry end (and when i am, where i want to be)… I’m told it will be a million times worse! I think she believes i’m gonna have to make a few sacrifices, if i want to score a ‘Happily ever after.’ (I put my ipod on halfway through the conversation, therefore i only got the gist of what she was going on about. I’m not a good lip reader. I *kiss* lips. I don’t bother reading them.) UGH, more than anything, i fancy smooching the boy i went to visit in Liverpool, right now. Best kiss much.
Tomorrow, i have two sight tests to tend to, which i’m not really excited about. I have bad eye sight. I hate it. Yet, the thing that is annoying, isn’t the ‘can’t fucking see at all’ part and more the fact that i ‘can’t fucking see at all’ infront of the HOTTE
Other than an eye test, i have to travel back to London tomorrow night. I have a meeting early Wednesday morning, therefore, will be jumping on a train in the evening and getting my pretty arse back to the Old Smoke in time to rest for the big day. I’m excited for Wednesday morning. I have a morning of ‘pitching’ which i’m quite ‘goody goody’ at. Then i have the rest of the day to have a little fun, daudle in my appartment, ‘Dolly’ around Camden and well I pretty much should be leaving in the evening time, to head back up north. ( I love how i’m onlyvisiting my OWN home.) But something tells me i’ll get held up in London. I always get held up in London. (Look…phones even ringing right now. It’s Billi Bhatti, with a ‘Call me asap!’ Hewants me to do a shoot.) If i’m honest, i’m actually quite excited about London tomorrow. My appartments a girly state though. Hate that!! But whatever, i was totally drunk when i left! Jonny’s trying to make me give him the keys to my appartment. As IF!!! I’m not having him leave rauchy ‘skids,’ all over my pretty pink princess sheets!! Last time, i gave someone the keys to my LA home. I found a TRANNY being sausaged IN MY BED, and i had to sleep on the floor in MY OWN room, because they refused to stop being hookers!! I didn’t even know them!! LMAO! AND she left her dirty knickers in my sheets! Boobs and a willy. Lovely, lovely!