Fights, Porn & Monster Munch

I’ve just had a lemon chicken dinner, after a trip to Morrisons in Pontefract and in a too tight for me bra. I hate too tight for me bras. I’m a spirit that despises feeling trapped, strapped down or suffocated. I’ve *pinged* the back of it open, but now i’m all worried that my boobs’ll go saggy and gravity will fuck me over…because it’s good like that innit!

I worked the whole entire day today. I enjoyed it. It was pretty good. I love work and pretty much because i have ace colleagues. I go to work to make friends,wear my outfits, make money and hair-toss. Life couldn’t be better.  Yet i really didn’t have too much to do? I’m not quite sure what my duties are exactly? But i’m not complaining, i really do have it easy. I do however prefer having things to do…i enjoy responsibilty these days. (Eww..i can’t even believe i said that!)

Anyway to sum it all up, I’ve had a boy named ‘Matt’ all of a sudden realize that i used to be a Glamour model and therefore get on all fours, as many times as he could, in order to replicate my poses, with a pout..whilst telling me that i could have a free bag of Monster Munch if i ‘got my gash out.’ LOL. I then applauded ‘Ross’ for getting back with his girlfriend and watched an old black man cry on Youtube with ‘Gazz.’ The subject of fighting occured, where the boys descirbed their techniques of drunken brawl. ‘Gazz’ will apparently go balistic, clear a dancefloor and throw chairs, if you lift his girlfriends skirt up. ‘Ross’ is no longer allowed to even go out drinking with is ‘doll’ of choice and simply to to his unreliable fisticuffs. ‘Matt’ claims that he does not start fights but creates wars, by having a go at every single person in the entire vicinity…before getting his arse devastatingly kicked. (He apparently once did a ‘run up’ charge at Gazz, with blood smeared upon his face, in the process of doing a ‘flying bird kick’..only ot have Gazz catch him in the air and rugby tackle him to the floor…and all of this over the man flu and beef & tomato Pot Noodle.

Everyone’s feeling a bit fluey right now..which sucks because there is no way in HELL that i can get it. I’m preggo…i can’t take ‘cure it’ pills like everyone else, goddamit!! I will die of it..glamourously ofcourse, but its’ still not worth having everyone cough in my face, or touch me. 🙂 I am to be looked at..not touched. If you have the flu, you are to pretend like you’re next to me talking.

But yeah..had a really good time at work! Laughter, cheek and piss taking. It was pretty much the coldest day ever and i’m quite positively sure everyone, but me, is on drugs. Yet like really. (There are currently Albinos on my telly, praising the Lord and with ORANGE hair. They have chosen this colour…which pretty much says it all!!! )

Other than all that, didn’t do much at work and dealt with a couple of Wakefield bitcheroos, had a pink piece of thread placed in my hair repeated and was non-stop ridiculed for my previous internet porny pictures..which has been the biggest and funniest regret of my life! I have the word ‘star’ tatooed on the inside of my left arm and Matt wanted to biro the word ‘Porn’ infront of it. 🙂

It’ s funny how two slaggy hours of your life…can change everything.

Love you mucho, but now Loverboys getting annoyed by the fact that the attention is not on him! I must tend to my baby boo and because he made me chicken. Totally having schloer tonight! Woohoo!

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