Moving up Bitches..Lucky Lucky Girl

Have you ever had ‘rumpy’ with nothing, but a golden plastic club band on your left wrist reading ‘VIP.’ (Hahaha…) No, i didn’t think so! It’s another score of Greatness to ‘The Wunna.’ The darling was laid on his back, doing ‘love making’ faces, then looked at my boobs (as i was a clumsy ‘on top’ straddle,) looked at the dangley diamonds in my ears…noticed i was completely starkers, and then clocked the golden ‘VIP’ band on my left wrist and ‘out loud’ pissed himself. CHAMPION!! Then we both sat upright, in my pink sheets, staring at the window infront of us, each smoking a menthol, and ashing into empty bacardi breezer bottles, as i cracked rubbish joke after really rubbish joke. To be honest we’re actually doing great.

Anyway, i’ve just perfectly completely a 4 day party tour, (if i met you, i love you and thankyou) and i’m quite possibly having the best time in London ever. I have a wonderful circle of friends right now, (yeah some got the chop,) but my life is really amazing..and i really hope yours is too. I can’t believe all the things i’m getting up too. I’ve been boosted the ladder of Greatness and i don’t at all know how? But i’m complaining, because i’m fucking loving it. My work life is currently the best it’s ever been, my love life is exactly how i want it and well i’m having the most fun any little Glamour Puss could have. I’m being invited everywhere and anywhere and i thought ‘Fuck it’ lets do this, after a little sit down. I’m being looked after very very well and people want me to be at their parties because, well i overheard, ‘she’s naughty, she’s gobby and you know she’ll fuck the whole party up! Not only is she amazing, but she’s a fucking star!’ (I thankyou…i re-place my tiara, and swig my wine.) This was said, by an agent to a casting director, who accidently spotted me in soho. They want me to be on their show now. I’m a lucky fucking bitch. (Note: to anyone wanting to do the same thing. They liked me because i didn’t bullshit them. I didn’t pretend i was a good girl. I didn’t pretend, i was amazing. I didn’t pretend i didn’t drink or smoke. I really was just Chrissie (‘yes i’m tragic’ )Wunna. There are so many of you getting ya ‘smooze’ all wrong. I’m a good person to learn from, because i learnt hands on, in one of the toughest entertainment towns in the world……Now, please do bow.)

Okay, i’ll skim, what i got up too. Right! Went up to

14 thoughts on “Moving up Bitches..Lucky Lucky Girl”

  1. grr-

    I did send it on here.

    Dont wanna put it up on the message board! Mind you may get some innapropriate txt mesgs which i quite LOVE haha

    Oh im having a shit day today!! 🙁 Feel like beating sumone with a frying pan!

    Cant wait for bedtime!!

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  2. haaa I fucking love our life!!!

    That party bus, sirens, lashes, dehydration and jack hammer was amazingly funny though… especially with 2 hours sleep and haluciations of Lashes high-fiving me in bed!

    Dates are STUPID!! Dates and their big stupid dating bubbles of frigidness!! xx

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