Afternoon all. It’s pretty shit weather innit. I currently look like a drowned rat, with a pair of boobs to die for, after sprinting through Camden in fur boots, in the rain trying to find much needed shelter. I eventually gave up, (after about 2 minutes,) hailed a cabbie, who sprayed the whole inside of his cab for me with Febreeze because i was ‘a lady’ and ‘beautiful’ (Why thankyou sir) and returned back to where i came from, in one half dry piece. Woo-hoo! I’m Happy and oddly hugging a radiator!! I hate the rain. I hate it. It ruins hair, it ruins life, it ruins winking.
Anyway, i just got back from lunching with my sexy gay lover
We basically talked about Love and how we both fall ‘in love’ far too easily right now because we both want lovely boyfriends. We perved on a dreamy ‘hair stroking’ hottie. Discussed sex, LA, how we are going to be flying there for Halloween, just so we can go to a club night at ‘Tiger Heat’ letting American people between the ages of 18-21 adore us (yes we are that tragic) and then we littered our sentences, and mouthfuls of ‘Pregnancy wrap’ with an occasional shoulder shimmie ‘yeah yeah,’ and a spy at pictures of Flics hot half naked boyfriend…who i intend to feel up. It has to be done. I can pretty much tell sammie anything and he’ll listen without judgement and vice versa. It’s a decent combination. We decided I need my own Tila Tequila type show and how you boys will all be tested by our sammie. TIGER HEAT! TIIIIGER HEAT! (Hahah…he’s just sent me a text stating that he is about to ‘cum everywhere.’)
Woke up this morning with ‘Lashes’ in my bed. He trotted by late last night after work, all reliable and in business attire. We drank Coronas, smoked Menthols, talked about all kinds of jiggery pokery and then fell asleep in my pink pink sheets, after he examined my boobs quite scientifically really and moaned about how he had to be up in a few short hours to get back to work at good old London Bridge and how he must have wardrobe space in my appartment. I love how EVERYONE wants wardrobe space in my little pink place. (Hahaha….that sounds a bit rudey.) Know that ‘I’ don’t even have fucking wardrobe space. But yeah…all the boys will eventually end up leaving clean shirts, socks and ties for tomorrow in a lonely allocated area..which will make me look like a dirty slag, who shags anything and believe me I AM NOT!!! I’m extremely- tremely NOT right now. It’s quite disappointing really. lol. I want the love of my life goddamit. (Ugh, i just broke my nail and need to walk to the shop but can’t coz it’s still raining.)
Tonight I am doing dinner at ‘Souk’– don’t know whether you’ve heard about it, but it’s meant to be quite magical and morrocan, a place to be. I’ve never ever ventured there, but i’ve been assured it’s wonderful, unique and well completely romantic…therefore i’m taking Jonny. I take him everywhere. He owes me a kiss and a lifetime of eternal worshipping. What better place than ‘Souk’ to work that debt off. (Hahaha…) I hope it’s fun. So yeah i’ll be in Covent garden tonight, with a 7.30pm table. All of you should go to dinner there. I’m excited.
I really do need to take a nap and to dry my hair, therefore i shall love you and leave you for now my cherubs!
7 thoughts on “Pregnancy Wraps, Rain & Dinner at ‘Souk’”
I Live right by souk!! It looks great, like a little cave with candles and all that business! PERFECT for a little romantic munch! My bf is morrocan (one week till Ramadan is over) THANK FUCK!!!!! Sex starved = YES!!
oh and your like a cat your ALWAYS napping!! I think having all those kittens at your mums on the bed has had some kind of effect on you. Youve turned into one!
Well dont blame me if its not, i just walk past every day and look in and think ‘oh that looks a lovely place’!! But you see i will drink anything, but im not as adventurous with different cusines… I was brought up in chequerfield on a diet of fish fingers and chips and so on so my pallet pulls a face and spits out anything less brtish than ban gers n mash! lol (mothers fault) In Ramadan your allowed to have sex after sunset and before sunrise but only with your ‘wife’, and he’s decided this year to be all goody goody muslim boy.. so im just letting him get on with it cause that makes him feel ‘special’ lol. Jonny will love it wont he mid romantic meal and ‘fans’ start turning up!! But hey, this is the price he has to pay for being in the company of greatness!! I LOVE feeding your ego!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHA xxxxxxx
I adore you!!!!!!!!
I NEED YOU FOREVER!!!!!! LOVE YOU TOOO FUCKING MUCH!
I Live right by souk!! It looks great, like a little cave with candles and all that business! PERFECT for a little romantic munch! My bf is morrocan (one week till Ramadan is over) THANK FUCK!!!!! Sex starved = YES!!
oh and your like a cat your ALWAYS napping!! I think having all those kittens at your mums on the bed has had some kind of effect on you. Youve turned into one!
I am a kitten…don’t hate. Hahahha…
Yeah I’m excited about ‘souk’ it best be good. I’ve never been.
You should visit. I’m there at 7.30…
They dont have to give up sex for ramadan do they??
Well dont blame me if its not, i just walk past every day and look in and think ‘oh that looks a lovely place’!! But you see i will drink anything, but im not as adventurous with different cusines… I was brought up in chequerfield on a diet of fish fingers and chips and so on so my pallet pulls a face and spits out anything less brtish than ban gers n mash! lol (mothers fault) In Ramadan your allowed to have sex after sunset and before sunrise but only with your ‘wife’, and he’s decided this year to be all goody goody muslim boy.. so im just letting him get on with it cause that makes him feel ‘special’ lol. Jonny will love it wont he mid romantic meal and ‘fans’ start turning up!! But hey, this is the price he has to pay for being in the company of greatness!! I LOVE feeding your ego!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHA xxxxxxx
Oooh dinner at Souk nice!! Haven’t been in a long time! U must inform us of your choice of foodies! And what’s exactly in a pregnancy wrap hehe xx