Everything is wonderful. So wonderful that I feel like i might have to pinch myself to believe that all is going to be okay. I always believed it. Yet, I must not have really if i’m this shocked. Lol. I took a couple days off from blogging, not because I couldn’t be arsed or I was too busy. I was a little stressed out and really tired. Instead of coming forward with a meant nothing to me shite blog, I rested, waited until I felt full again and chilled out. I’m a positive person. I don’t like writing stressy blog, if they’re not dashed in humour, as emotions are contagious…like the lergy, you pass it on.
I don’t how to describe how I feel to you, right now. Just know it feels good. It feels balanced. It feels peaceful. For a wild one…I LOVE PEACE. I’ve always said that the next time I marry, I will choose the man that brings me peace. Keiran, my ex husband (even though we’re great friends now, because we co parent Baby Junior) brought me quite a rollercoaster of drama. There was always something. Always a fuss. Always shit over nothing. I live in a dramatic world. A very open world. A word where the world read my life as I go along. The ways things are now…that could never happen. I wouldn’t ever have it. I want something so special that it’s just mine. It’s swirled in romance, love and friendship. It’s just mine. It makes me laugh, but it brings me peace. It’s reliable. It’s full of soul. It’s just mine. (You can tell i’m old now. Lol *Starts knitting a cardy.*)
If i had five large tins of paint in front of me….and in each tin was a thick glittery gloopy colour…one pink, one yellow, one purple, light green and blue…and if each tin represented a part of my life…y’know that had a label on it that read..
I could pick up my magic wand right now and dip it into each gloopy tin of paint. As I lifted the wand higher and watched the thick glittery paint stretch and slop all over with life and then splash it and swirl it all around the room madly…MADLY..with laughter and spirit bubbling through my soul… the entire mess I was making …that mess would represent HAPPINESS.
I guess, that’s how heart feels now. It almost feels free. (Note/ I said ‘almost.‘ 🙂 I used to always say that if you ‘almost did something’ you never ever did it. It didn’t count. However, now I guess, if you almost do something, you’re nearly there. 🙂 )
But away from that, ‘Fairytale’ has put me on a diet. She’s on it also, as we need to look good in bikinis in 12 weeks. I think I have ten? I’ve eaten nothing but leaves. Literally just leaves. I’ve listened to her tell me how ‘on it’ we need to be…then she TRIED TO EAT A FUCKING PROSECCO BUN INFRONT OF ME.
Fairytale: ‘I might need a bite of that bun..’
Me: ‘YOU FUCKING DON’T! I’m not eating leaves all day for you to then think you’ve gonna dip your finger in BUN, fueled by Prosecco!’
Yet it’s great because yesterday I ate no shit. I’m actually properly on it. Even when you’re not looking. I might have had a wine. But fuck it. I’m a glamour puss. Vino runs through my veins. But yes, i’m gonna get there. I can feel it. I must be loving the skinny life for Summer. Hustle Barbie (who is also on this diet) has saved Michelle Keegan in a bikini, as her phone screen saver for motivation and reminding me of ‘Voice Penis Recognition’ as she diets and Double B is carrying around this GINOROMOUS GYM JUG of water everywhere she goes. Not sure if she’s drinking it? But she’s carrying it…which is a start. (That’s after she’s put on her gym clothes and jogged to the bar with me and ‘full moons’ her water jug like a blow up doll.)
‘ALWAYS HALF MOON THE WATER JUG!! HALF MOON IT!’
‘I can’t. It always feels weird on my nose if I don’t put my mouth all the way around the top.’
We left ‘Double B’ unattended for 4 minutes and we found her with Prosecco cup cake in her hand and prosseco cream all around her mouth. (Luckily for her, It’ll just go on her booty.) Unluckily for me…i’ll lose weight, but it will come off my FUCKING BOOBS. The money makers.
Everyone seemed to have a case of the blues on Monday, didn’t they? But we perked up a treat yesterday. I had a good evening the night before last night. It was a night that made me beam from ‘ear to ear.’ I chilled with the babies, did the normal family stuff with them…and then I message chatted to a human that I actually seem to care about…a lot. Life’s too short to at least try to love, right? Remember you have nothing to lose. But yeah, it was great. So as we were both sat home chilling, across different parts of the world…we messaged. It’s the simple things.
Shit! I forgot to tell you that ‘Fairytale’ and I got properly told off yesterday. Lol. Now, ‘Fairytale‘ is a total ‘Teachers Pet,‘ a total ‘School Monitor‘ and would DIE before she got scorned by authority. I’m used to getting bollocked. 🙂 I shrug it off with laughter and a hip bump. I might even pour myself a rum to celebrate.
Anyway. I had said a naughty word…or described a sexual act…in the name of banter…It had something to do with tiny willies and wanking and feeding these tiny willies Digestives or something? 🙂 She was having this convo with me because I had made her…Lol…she was lulled into it via association..
AND WE TOTALLY GOT BOLLOCKED. LOL
I thought she might cry. But instead we BOTH almost cried with laughter. No rum was poured. She loved getting bollocked. Hahaha!
Bottom line…GUYS SHOULDN’T SEND VIDEOS INTO WUNNA LAND of them wanking the tiniest willy my pure kitten eyes have ever seen and expect me not to say that i’m going to feed it biscuits to my friends. Lol.
‘CHRISSIE IN THE CITY’
is still currently ‘live’ on the
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My friends and I have opened up our private text messages for the public to read…so you can get 24/7 insight, in real time, into our world…which we call WUNNA LAND. You can even have our messages sent straight to your phone!!!
It’s never been done before…So enjoy it. We’re on Day Five and we’re now having a blast!
Do the things that make you happy! You only live once. Life an be taken away from you, just like that! Achieve your dreams, love hard, be bold, tell the people who you care about, that you care.
Do it in heels? 😉