Laughter, Love, Busy Times & Pie

I wrote this yesterday but didn’t bother to publish it…

One of those amazing days where you just SMASH IT. Filled with work. Filled with achievement. One of those glitzy ‘knuckle down’ and get kicking flourishes of absolute ‘in the end’ victory wiggles to wild air guitar vibes and that good old glorious positive energy …AND EVERYWHERE.

‘She never gets stressed. She literally THE MOST chilled person ever.’ said Vogue, Top Knot ‘Double B’ about the Ageing Burmese Glamour Puss to the masses.

Then we wee’d ourselves laughing over the ‘one liner’ of the night, as it seems that there is ALWAYS a moment, during each busy working evening, where in which an accidental inappropriate statement is made that makes us both *pause* and then PISS OURSELVES laughing. Something about the lack of legs and certain sexual preferences. 🙂

Everyone keeps asking me about any news on boys or dating? No news. No dates. I still haven’t even properly managed to effectively reply to ‘London Business Man’ and we’re just friends. I think because it’s kinda in the past for me now and because life and my priorities have altered, I’d just catch up and do drinks with him. Yet in the words of a close chick friend,

‘Didn’t he choose another girl over you at the beginning of last year and now that your doing SO well, he’s decided he made a mistake and now wants to date you?’

And yes…that is EXACTLY what has happened. So, technically, it’s not my fault that i’m unable to effectively reply or see him because surely my Mr.Right would know that I was fantastic right from the beginning? AND understand what I do, where I want to be and believe in it from the get go? Women are like business. You could lose a great deal, over a simple bad minute choice.

Yet, I’m not a ‘Bittery Mittery.’ I’m fun. I’d do cocktails with him in the name of friendship and good times. Like ‘Eton Mess’ and I….’London Business Man’ and I just have different life paths. Great guy. Just not my Mr.Right. And it’s mainly because I’ve noticed that even just as friends, he moans at me because I ‘don’t care about him’ or ‘i’ve forgotten him’ a lot and moans about the fact that I’m working all the time. I don’t like moaning. Yes, I like guys who go for it. If you like a girl…GO FOR IT. Send her that message. Tell her you’re keen. But being moaney at her, for her pursuing a dream and not putting you first is not going to score you points. BOYS do that. MEN weight everything up, pick up the pieces, jigsaw it together and build it into something even greater. As do women. (Yet we nurture and love.) So, I’ll know when I’ve met the right guy, because that’s what he’ll do and he’ll know that i’m the right chick, because that what I’ll do.

I’m open to lvoe and romance and I do hope to find it. YET, I won’t settle for something that isn’t right, because life is far too short for that. To me…..NOTHING is stronger than a TEAM, but the right team is what works. And I mean that  in work and romance. So if you bring the correct love into your life…you can only BLOOM to your highest potential. YET, the wrong dash of ‘ooh laa’ will STRESS YOU  THE FUCK OUT! Haha.  But only because they won’t understand the way your life works…so that part is vital.

I wrote this today after I got back from a rushy day of work work work…

Opposite day! So busy! So stressy! So hilarious, that ‘Firmonell’ and I just looked at each other and laughed with our fingers crossed and the intention to drink a river load of wine as soon as it was all over. Lol.Cupid hates me. But Bacchus and I… are DUDES!

But instead of rambling on, let me skim it for you…There were some great parts between the manic ‘busy.’

Mel baked me a cottage pie and even portioned out ready for me to eat at lunchtime. I love Mel. She is the most thoughtful human ever, who dashed off to get ‘Slimming world’ weighed, yet even managed to remember to bring me gravy. I love Mel. I thanked her with fresh cream Donuts. It was donut kinda day. Then we found ourselves doing these ‘old women’ love life rants at  23 year olds, who were exchanging ‘should get done anyway’ lifts for Chinese food.

Mel: ‘This is why we’re always single.’

Me: ‘You’re not even single anymore.’

I am sat on the shelf on my own. But i don’t care because i’m glitter shelf is FABULOUS. Don’t get it twisted. Lol. It has cottage pie and everything.

I ordered a waist trainer, because I feel all fat and wibbly. I know it’s not going to work. But it makes me feel better doesn’t it, so lets just pretend all’s well and let me get my ‘hour glass frame‘ on.

‘Ooh if it works on you than i’m getting one,‘ said Hot Sarah, who also recently shared the knowledge that cave women were sexier to cavemen, when they were on their period. SO (yes it didn’t end there…) THEY FOUGHT to come on their period FIRST simply to get laid? HAHAHA. Delcious bit of knowledge for you.

Mel: ‘We’ll watch Chrissie and see if she gets skinnier, we’ll all get one!’

Great! Lol. I’m gonna sit there like a hot oriental pig, in a fricking under garment corset, typing away, as they look upon me, feeding me up with pie and deciding if I look like the face of ‘Waist Trainer UK.’ 🙂 I’m sure my life is more glamorous than this? I’m not going to eat anything. Just wear the waist trainer and drink prosecco..whilst holding a kitten for the ‘aww’ factor and wearing ‘just frilles’ for the ‘ooh’ factor. It comes on Friday, so if I do anything this month…THE MONTH OF LURVE. It will BE with the BEST WAIST LINE EVER….:)

Firmonell: ‘I definitely heard Big D WAIT until I went to bed last night, before he opened a bottle of rum that I had banned him from drinking.’

Me: ‘I’d drink a rum on an evening?’

Firmonell: ‘Yes, but you’re an alcoholic…’

But not to ramble on about all that…

The blog, the brand, the ‘baddaboom’  IS really great right now! It’s buzzing in the palm of my little glittery hand. I’m feeling extra lucky and I shouldn’t say ‘lucky’ because GOD i’ve worked my sexy socks off for everything. But yeah, it’s all just slotting into place and GOD with a waist line AS WELL, you’ll all certainly collapse at knees and worship me at altars.

*I’ve just paused to do a set of sit ups. Hang on…*

Lots of stuff going on, I’m looking forward to The Cocktail experience in March. The best made cocktails, by all your favourite cocktail bars, under one glitzy roof. Ofcourse i’m there. OFCOURSE I’M THERE to cover it. I have Social Day. The British Style Collective. Miss Swimsuit Uk. The UK Blog Awards. Summit Live. The Brits. The British Lifestyle Awards. My personal Cocktail Tour and just everything everywhere, with everyone.

At the same time I have an inbox FILLED with exciting stuff. It’s sort of oozing away with proposals from brands that are, lets say… very ME. I’m excited.

I’ve come home today, thinking that I’d have time to decide who my first ‘Wunna Meet Me’ winner would be, but instead I got caught up with cooking tea for Ruby, blogging, and doing a bunch of interviews. I also have my House of Solo shoot coming out in the magazine shortly. I think ‘Abeiku A’ is at the Leeds fashion Event tonight? Lord knows when it’s due out? But I think we’re talking days now? I’l tell you when it’s out, don’t worry. 😉

I’m definitely in the mood for love. I want a calm, easy ‘love swirl’ of magic. Everyone deserves a bit of romance in February. I want flowers and kittens with bows on goddam it.

Maybe I should make my first ‘Wunna Meet’ winner be a date?

Maybe I should just chill a second and have a gin and tonic…

Love you. N’night! x

 

 

 

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