I also remember having a fight with a duffle coat, feeling a boys crotch up in a taxi, whilst whispering (well sort of demanding) that i wanted him. (I have apologised to him, for it. He didn’t mind. I hate the next day after drinking, because, it’s always about saying all my ‘sorries.’) I only kissed him…deliciously, before you all start. Then at about 2am, i remember being stood outside my Mothers home, in heels that were sinking into mud and that Zebra nighty, with a pink handbag, screaming ‘LET ME IN!!!!’ I walked into a pole. Felt frisky. Went to bed smeeling like vodka. (I hate that.) Was almost sick, but wasn’t. Got room spin, passed out. YAY! Can’t really remember anything else? But i had a typical Wunna night. I loved my outfit. Oh and i found a random tiara in my handbag an hour ago. Like i tweeted, you KNOW you’re the REAL thing when that happens. *Worship me.*
The boy i made out with last night has been lovely. I texted him a ‘I completely adore you.’ He has mutual adoration and sent me a text back, telling me he would like to get to know me more. Me too. I’ve been trying to get to know me for years. It’s hard work and expensive. Then he told me he was ‘so glad he met’ me. (The feel up must have worked. lol) And well i don’t know what happens from here. Like i said, i apologised for being forward. He apologised for being shy. (Aww…!) He said he was nervous in front of me. I never understand why boys are terrified of Me?
I also apologised to ‘Liverpool boy’ today too. Who is also quite dreamy, yet far less attentive. But he’s sweet. I do like him a lot. He gave me a ‘You don’tneed to apologise,’ a laugh and a wink.) I really need to stop getting into scenarios, where i am having to say ‘sorry.’ I also need to stop telling boys ‘i’m looking to settle down.’ I get all cute when drunk and start telling the truth. lol. NO. It’s just not a turn on to men, is it. But anyway on the whole, LIFE is GRAND. It’s marvellous. I’m happy and loving being Me. I hope you’re loving and living your life to it’s fullest. People are being nothing but delicious to me right now, (apart from the odd party pooping hater) and i’m very very grateful. I love you. Thankyou thankyou, very much.
Piccy sent to me by a fan…from last night. Aww! Love it much!
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Hi Ya Hope things going great!!! Well read this part of the blog and may I say sounds really wild. I like the bit where the guy thought you was you and read your blog but he wouldn’t believe it was you. Also the part where you fell off the stool. You must have been loaded by then. Well sounds cool. Cheers.
Hi Ya Hope things going great!!! Well read this part of the blog and may I say sounds really wild. I like the bit where the guy thought you was you and read your blog but he wouldn’t believe it was you. Also the part where you fell off the stool. You must have been loaded by then. Well sounds cool. Cheers.
Haha…aww thankyou honey. I’m tragic, but delicious..and had a great night. I fell off the stool out of clumsiness and not even drunkardness lol