So i almost cried to myself to sleep last night. I was so bored, so lonely and just felt ‘feddupamuffins.’ I haven’t been out for drinks and good times in days now, or had the company of a snuggly boy, and it’s really starting to knaw away at my ‘being.’ Instead, i tucked myself into my fluffy bed (ALONE,) started to read a book called ‘Love Letters of Great Men.’ (Why do i do this to myself?) And then tried to get some sleep out of boredom, to this sort of random black plasticy alarm clock i have, that makes the sound of gushing waves, chirping birds, or wind, depending on your mood. And that’s ‘wind’ as in breezes through the trees, and not as in giant farty ‘trumps.’ (Last night was far too boring for anything fun like farty trumps to be happenning!) Just so you know, those alarm clocks are a bag of shite. I mean who wants to hear the sound of waves crashing, and dolphins swimming around them, when they’re trying to get to sleep? If that was actually happenning, you’d want to RUN for my fucking GODDAMN life…yet kind of couldn’t as you’d be helplessly drowning in oceans. Plus, the ‘crashing waves,’ starts to sound like ‘static’ after 4 minutes, due to shoddy craftsmanship. Which creeps me out. There’s me reading ‘Love Letters of Great Men’ to fucking static. Says it all really!
‘Love letters of Great Men’ is a wonderful book. It gives you hope and makes you weep. People don’t know that i’m actually a hopeless romantic, with me having the old ‘Vixen’ side. The Vixen part of me, is the sexy strength that lies within, ( the ‘Oooh laa’) the ‘Love’ part is the Chrissie Wunna that spoons you at night and just wants a cuddle…(she whispers sweet nothings.) I’m both and very passionate. It’s funny how a declaration of love is now done ever so unromantically via a text message, an IM or through a social networking site. It’s so impassionate, and drives me insane. I guess people have grown less romantic and more cynical. Men (back in the day) were far less self concious. Whereas a boy today, would fear rejetcion or fear getting mocked for being an ‘out in the open’ romantic, or really feel he was not worth of such an emotion? The way our world works now, has made people lose faith in ‘Love’ and more importantly (note: to anyone who potentially wants to be my other half) the ‘Art of Expression.’
I am extrememly expressive. Good or bad…you’re hearing it and we all know that, especially from the BBF house. It got me into trouble all the time, and made Carrie cry over and over again. If i love with you, i’ll shout it from the moutain tops!! If i hate you, i will tell it to your grubby little face (and a bit behind your back. Hahha.) But i’m not scared to have an opinion, and i’m not scared to say whatever i want, whenever i want and to anyone i so wish. Don’t get me wrong, i’m not RUDE. I do it with a smile on my face. I just feel as though my word is of worth. People are always labelling me as ‘controversial‘ for simply speaking my mind, saying what i believe to be true, for having a bit of an opinion…which CRACKS me UP! They ask me for my opinion, and then when it’s delivered, they yell at me for having one! LOL. You’re all CRACKERS!! Saying that i do play up to my controversial side, and create as many annoyingly uncomfortable moments as possible. But that’s because i’m a sick bitch of a nuisance who gets off on causing trouble..which leads to the all mighty ATTENTION. Rejoice!! I’m a whore and you know it!
Oh and just so you know, FACEBOOK have disabled my account due to someone reporting one of my pictures. YOU BASTARD! The last time this happened, my FACE was apparently inappropriate and racist??? Luckily this happens all the time, (i’m used to being warned, yelled at, fired and having accounts disabled) so it’s just a normal Friday morning stroll in Wunna Land. I’ve been ever so polite to the Facebook Team and sent them the most evil of emails, so in a quick jiffy my account should be back up and a running. But it may take a couple days though. However, in a way it’s good, as i’ll be able to see if i really can live without Facebook. It’s hard being a Cyberlebrity without having full access into Cyberland. DENIED from my own World!! It’s like being a footballer- yet with not a single ball.