It’s all coming back to me…

Spent the whole day hungover at Meadowhall under sunglasses and pink jumpers, feeling like i could possibly ‘throw up* at any given time, in Ugg boots and will a mild ‘ooze’ of the dizzy fits. Luckily, i’m used to this feeling. Therefore i filed it under ‘Normal’ and with a delicious excitement and a giddy kitten smile of Greatness, i enjoyed the day, enjoyed the sunshine, DIVA’ed around the shopping centre like the pussycat i am, with my hot pink nails, tan and boobies. Then i totter-stumbled to ‘Yo sushi,’ asked for better seating..completely got it, (Hahaha…it’s the sunglasses inside thing,) then ate £80 worth of tiny sushi plates, that were going at £2.50 per plate, around a very slow conveyer belt. Woohoo! (I felt so sick and became exhausted. I couldn’t even walk.) Afterward, i got bored so i bought more hair. Why not? I’m a kitten of hungover ‘ooh laa.’ *Giggles behind hand.*

Anyway, bits of last night (which was GREAT by the way) are coming back to me. I remember first *strutting* in, perching on the highest stool known to mankind. A blond boy sauntering up to me…saying ‘Hello.’ Then before i could EVEN get a ‘Hi’ out, i literally and in slooow motion, (know that i was trying to look my height of ‘off the telly’ Glamour Puss) i topple off the stool, fall foward, smack into other high stool (there’s neon all around me) then try to stand up, only to fucking FALL AGAIN into a second stool!!! My face was priceless and the boy kinda pretended like it never happened. Hahaha! It took me ages to get back up, due to laughter.

I also remember a lovely guy, (luckily i was surrounded by men all night…*wink-pout.* It happens. I love it,) anyway yeah…some ‘lovely’ came up to me and told me i looked just like ‘that blogger girl..Chrissie Wunna.’ Instead of being all polite and humble…i opted for delicious and sassy and shouted, ‘I AM HER. THE LADY HERSELF.’ He didn’t believe me at all…which is always fun…or long. Then my friends actually had to convince him, so he could do a picture.  Infact, i also had a  boy tell me mid rum, that i am a much nicer person in real life, than i am on my blog. Apparently, i’m bitchy on here. Who me? Never! That’s a whack ‘boom diggy’ of  a compliment. I do enjoy it. * More rum please*

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’t need 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!