FRINALLY, BOO!

Happy Friday Feeling EVERYONE! You made it, you delicious treats of ‘ooh laa.’  I hope you can feel the excitement jiggling and I hope you embrace every inch of your own kinda weekend bliss!

You deserve it. We all do.

I LOVE FRIDAYS!

(It just always seems like an achievement. Y’Know one where you can either stick on ya nipple tassles or pull on a jumper, in celebration…Yet still know everything is going to be okay. Well, for the next couple days anyhow. Lol)

FIRSTLY…

Thank you for taking a moment, to click and find yourself here.

It means the world to me. You’re sexy and have excellent taste in bloggers.

Hurrah! Porn star martini’s for everyone!

No matter what you’re doing, whether you’re planning your outfit for a weekend of debauchery, running around after kids, pouring 40 wines, keeping your fingers crossed that ‘date night’ goes ahead, working, or working ‘it,’ crying into a gin, swearing because your friends have let you down, or simply taking advantage of a big old chill, where doing nothing at all, is your comfort…..

KNOW that tonight, you have The Wunna land ‘magic’ by your side and I wish you ALL the best, you kittens.

(Don’t get into trouble though, because knowing my luck, i’ve sprinkled you with the ‘take it too far,’  fun bug. I always intend for calm, but get myself into some kind of accidental predicament and live a morning of ‘post cocktail’ regret. Once I took my friend out in LA, and sold him for chewing gum. Then I got a call from my other friend, you id managed to lose, who woke up having accidentally changed his sexual preference, for the night. 🙂 )

OOPSIE!

‘Post Cocktail’ regret is always the worst kind of regret. Drink steady. Live large.

Oh fuck it. Do whatever. I’m starting to sound like Mother Mary. I’m sending MYSELF to sleep.

Okay, so i’m a bit bored and i’m on the hunt for excitement. This is always dangerous for me. But i’m having to ‘wait’ on something, which will cause excitement and to be far, i’ve been pretty patient, to say i’m not at all, a very patient person at all.

I get bored VERY easily.

I had a guy (well friend of mine) moan because I’m apparently ‘the sexiest woman he’s ever seen,’ yet he couldn’t even think of dating me because i live too far away. (I’m an hour’s train journey away. Lol Which to me, isn’t that far?) 

So already, if a guy is concerned over a small journey, then the chemistry, or pull isn’t strong enough for him…which is a sexy lil’ shame because he hot. ( I know people who lived in different flipping countries, who dated…and two of them are now married.)

Chemistry always overrides distance, if it’s real, right? 

But that’s that story. It feels like ages ago now. 

Then I stalked ‘Runnings’ on Instagram, who i’d been following anyway…because I adored his story.  I’d watched him have a ‘happy’ moment on tv one night and it made me smile. I openly told everyone that I woke up at 3am and decided to stalk profiles. His was the best kinda stalk. Lol

Being me, I tagged him in it, so he knew!

Anyway, he ‘thanked me‘ (because he’s kind) and when I went in with comedy and sass, he replied with laughter and a…

‘My only questions is why it took you so long to Instastalk? I did my stalking ages ago!’ 

SMOOTH! I like it!

So we’ve had brief banter and he’s concerned that he may smell like brocolli, yet quickly assured me he was made of chocolate?

I like both, so either way’s a win for me. Haha. 

He’s meeting me in Vegas at six o clock in the morning, one time, at the chapel for the wedding…which will be our first date.

I’m good at weddings in Vegas (lol,) so i’m sure i’ll smash it.

Then he said..

‘Well, we’ll see if our stars align and we bump into one another…’

Is that romantic, or a blow off? Haha. I’m so out the loop, I can’t tell?

But he followed it up with asking my permission to ‘physically pick me up, if our stars do align.’

He’s built like some kind of GOD. So hey, why not give the lil’ Asian a ‘lift up.’ 

I’d be like an angry, sarcastic chihuahua. He’ll love having a pet.

(Oh,shit! That sounds rude!  can make anything sounds naughty!) 

Yesterday morning, I managed to catch up with a friend of mine ‘Sailor B.’ It felt like I hadn’t seen him in ages, so it was really really good, to see him, walk passed a window, spot me and beam.

I like making people happy. 

We chatted over morning wine and caught up…and the thing I like about ‘Sailor B’ is that he’s so easy to get on with. We’ve become good friend. He’s hard, but he’s soft all at the same time. Lost and found. Just a little bit of everything really… He’s honest…WELL…with me, he’s honest.

It was good morning….

But I just had a niggly feeling in the back of my mind, that something wasn’t okay…?

Something wasn’t sitting well with me?

Anyway,

We said ‘bye’ before lunch time., so we could get on with life…This was after we chatted to my chick bestie ‘Firmonnell,’ (who has used her Friday to pour wine on shit.)

YET…I STILL HAVE that ‘niggly’ feeling with me. I still have it now?

I wonder why??

But anyway…

Whatever, you get up too…

Just have the most wonderful weekend.

I love you,

Chrissie, x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zanetti’s Halloween…

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Halloween was just amazing. It was a wild piece of escapism, that every piece of ‘chica’ needs. The host I chose was Tom Zanetti…and as always, he did his city proud. He’s like the ‘Diddy’ of Leeds, who’s slowly, but surely taking over ALL cities & it’s great to see him going from strength, to strength. His ‘hustle’ has been grand and he absolutely deserves all the wonderful things that are happening to him right now. He works hard, he loves hard and he’s ambitious. But his heart is always in the right place.

Me: ‘Hi! It’s me. Can I come in? ;)’

Amy: ‘It’s Chrissie. It’s fine. All the way up!’

(Amy’s hot! She’s Zanetti’s PA. I told you on the last blog. I love her. She’s sassy!)

Right, so I was up in VIP, at Aspire, Leeds… which is an old untouched bank, that has been refurbished for events.

I was kinda already merry by this point, as I walked up the stairs and through the VIP entrance. I passed security, through all the calm and squinted through the bright lighting.

I was greeted at the entrance and then as I stepped forward, I  entered a world of darkness, mood lighting and sophisticated madness.

It was beautiful.

So, I like to get to parties earlier, rather than later, these days? I don’t know why? But after the life I lived in LA and the age I am now, I kinda just like to *tinkle* up for a couple hours, have fun and disappear back home or to my hotel, before all the UTTER MADNESS begins.

If i’m not there when the madness is occurring, I won’t get into trouble. 😉 

I’m not a stay out until 3am kinda kitten, anymore. There’s bed sheets to snuggle in or soil (lol) by then. I like my beauty sleep. I’m wild, but sensible, all at the same time…and if i’m being honest, I kinda like it that way.

I also love a guy, who loves to go out and have a bit of fun, (i’m naturally social,) but then go home for a bit of ‘grown up’ sexy time.

Or as we used to call it in LA, a ‘throw down.’ 😉

Wine was poured, guys we’re masked and *winking* from their tables, slutty clowns, saxophone players, haunted swimsuit models, illusionists, magicians, reality tv stars, sportsmen and all sorts filled the VIP area.

The VIP was ‘Heaven’ high, on a Mezzanine and looked over the crowd, as they filtered in and celebrated their version of Halloween.

There was a sexy calmness to the VIP and an utter hellish madness that went on down below. Hell was filled with a young crowd that had surrendered to a ‘good time’ in the name of Zanetti.

It was perfect…

..and the awesome thing about a ‘Zanetti‘ party is that all freedom occurs. However like the ‘Vegas Code,‘ it stays as a ‘sexy whisper.‘ You’re protected by life, in the name of ‘good times.’

There’s a sophisticated, high end, ‘gangsta’ vibe.

I remember everything being so full, so fast and a delicious tipsy *blur.* I was filled with wine and a girl, who was dressed as a sexy clown girl, kept giving me her card, and talking to me about life…She was wonderful and I adored her. She talked to me ‘drenched in fun’ madly. Then she told me her name was ‘Emerald.’

Me: ‘Is that your real name or a stage name..’

Emerald: ‘No, it’s my actual real name.’

Me: ‘I love that. It’s sexy.’ 

She was with a sexy ‘Catwoman,‘ and I couldn’t think of better company really. Lol. If you’re gonna go anywhere, take a sexy Catwoman with you.

Anyway…

I sauntered off to my own version of life and watch my surroundings.

Everyone was messaging me. My inbox was jammed. I even snapchatted with ‘T Bone,’ in New Zealand, and that made me smile, because…. Well…because….

Then as I stood over the balcony, filming Insta videos of myself, I looked to my left and saw Tom, with Hayley.

They’d just arrived…It was still early on in the night. 

Tom: ‘Hi…

(He was in VIP watching the crowd filter in.) 

Me: ‘Hiya…’

So I walked over to say ‘Hello’ properly and take appropriate selfies. Lol.

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Tom was quite the gentleman. He looked smart. He looked very GQ and dapper. Hayley was as sweet as pie. She beamed, with the cutest smile and was so lovely to me. She is literally BEAUTIFUL & together they were stunning.

You’d think they’re stunning anyway, right? But UNTIL, you meet them both together , even when they’re ‘on show, ‘ it’s only then when you realize just how magnetic they are.

I loved them.

The main thing that got me, was just how smitten they were. They were each other’s world and radiated an absolute genuine ‘soul mate’ love for one another. It was kinda like they were destined to take on life together.

I love that in couples. 

They’re both fun by nature. Yet, they looked young and innocent, yet sexy. There’s real depth to their relationship. 

The were definitely destined to meet and i’m sure he treats her like a Queen….which I adore. 

Anyway..

They left to quickly fit in ‘date night’ drinks at Tattu, before the party got going and when they got backed, they were drunk, happy, in love and wild.

Zanetti, does the Paris Hilton thing, where you show up early and make sure all is running smoothly, before coming back and making a real entrance, once everything kicks off.

Paris: ‘Always arrive at a party when it starts getting wild and leave before everyone else does.’

Bottom line, I couldn’t even see by the end of the night. I was sauntering around, drunk, tired, but glorious.

I walked back to my hotel early and got back in by midnight.

IT WAS FREEZING.

I definitely stripped down naked, but left all my Devil make up on…Haha…then sent a naughty video. 😉

I certainly woke up worst for wear….with a meeting that I had to get ready for at noon and a hang over.

That’s life.

I had the best time ever…

Happy Halloween

 

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9am Prosecco Rules, Trench Coats & Photoshoots

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Good morning my delicious Cherry Pies! How are you? I’m feeling great. I’m feeling productive and i’m finally getting my priorities straight. I sometimes wander off that little path of ‘focus,‘ when ‘adventure’ gets the better of me.

But today, i’m all ‘Career First.‘ (I’m always ‘Family’ so that goes without saying.) But, I guess what i’m saying is, that boys…come secondary to that.

BOOYAH! *AIR KISSES HERE.* Girl Power!

Sammi P: ‘You’re almost there. Don’t mess it up right now, by getting emotionally entangled in things that distract you from staying focused.’

Me: ‘Can we have Prosecco at 9am? Is that reasonable?’

Sammi P: ‘Yes. We’ll have to hide.’

Me: ‘We can’t hide, because that’s so *alcoholicy.* We have to own it and embrace it, like it’s completely fine. I want a 9am prosecco by a roaring fire place….Where can I do that?’

Sammi P: ‘I wish you weren’t such a love bunny. Man up! YOU ARE ALMOST THERE. Anyone that truly cares about you, will understand that, understand you and will always be there.’

Me: ‘I’m 37 not 19. I know that, you plank. Shit, I can’t do Prosecco. I’ve got a brand phone call thing in an hour and I told *Big A* from ‘House of Solo’ that i’d meet him for coffee after I’ve blogged.’

Sammi P: ‘You can do it at 1pm.’

Me: ‘Audition..’

Sammi P: You have no time for me ‘Hollywood.’

Let’s have some fun now. We’ve all nearly got through January, which is always a rubbish month. But I actually recieved some really great news last night before bed…so I’m technically quite chipper! Therefore I need you to be too!

I love good news before bed….You sleep like a baby.

But really how are you all? How’s Monday? Is not as bad as you think! I used to hate Mondays. I love them now. Monday’s rock with bells on.

But d’ya know what doesn’t…trying to find a trench coat, red heels and the right foundation. (I’m an Estee Lauder ‘Double Wear’ user…I just like foundation options.) Anyway, that was yesterday’s mission. I didn’t find a trench coat or GOOD red heels. It’s for a shoot, that i’m directing MYSELF. And I love the ones that I direct myself because they’re always sooo ‘tell a story.’ 

Obviously, if you’ve been on my ‘socials’ of recent. You will have witness the fact that there are quite of a few ‘sexy,’ some may say ‘suggestive’ pictures, that i’ve either taken myself, had taken, shot…and posted up.

Everybodies engaging with them. They’re getting a of interest from the gents…The odd bit of interest from the Ladies… But I just wanted to make sure that the pics don’t make you girls feel odd. They shouldn’t because i’m evil, i’m not remotely ‘slappery’ and if anything, i’m all about embracing your body, enjoying the way you look, expressing confidence, without arrogance and more importantly, embracing and expressing the way you FEEL. It’s the way I see beauty, it’s my version of it….I’m a ‘creative’ by nature…so I kinda see it as ‘being arty.’

So, don’t let it feel weird, as I love all your feeds, all your pics, I love looking into your lives…But I get it. because the other day, the most beautiful Italian model ever, appeared on my newsfeed, fully naked, rolling around in a wine cellar. I adored the photo. I loved it. I loved her. But it did make me feel…’

*Waaaaaaaaaa.*

I guess, she tested my emotional security level a little? Lol. She’s beautiful. What a girl. I want to roll around naked in a wine cellar and look like that! It was a GREAT shot. I actually shoot with the same photographer shortly for a popular magazine and i’m quite nervous…because I feel like he’s shot some of the worlds’ most amazing models…and they’re models of the ‘glamour’ variety…and well I don’t want him to think i’m shit.

Photog: ‘You’re a strong model, a popular model and a TYPE. We’ll shoot Monday. I fly into London at the weekend from Vegas…I’ve booked you in. If i thought you were shit, I wouldn’t waste my time..’

So yes, lots going on…

But i’ve got to dash….Please follow all my ‘socials’ and stories! I have got some career surprises coming up for you next month!

Twitter: chrissiewunna

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Snapchat: chrissiewunna1

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Right, i’ve got to go. I’ve got a meeting with ‘House of Solo’ Magazine.

Thank you for following my diary!

Kisses,

Chrissie

Mr Rights, Love & Blow Up Dolls.

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Aww! It’s the weekend and to be fair, I have had AN AMAZING last week. I’ve been so busy. *BOOOYAH! Rummy shots for the world!* Work’s been great! Entertainment is peeking up. Good times and friendships have been dashed in sass, sarcasm and that good old ‘belly laugh’ kinda fun.

Me: ‘Yeah but imagine if i actually fell in love and ended up with an actual forever BOYFRIEND.’ 

Firmonnell: (Who’s turned into a creepy mild pervert…I love her for it.) ‘What???’ *Paused* and then almost absolutely DIED with pissing herself of laughter, like it was the most STUPID idea that I had ever come up with, in my entire life. Hahaha.

I’ve done some pretty stupid things in my colourful lifetime. like flying to Vegas and marrying an American stranger, then crying down the strip, with my plastic bouquet of flowers in my hand (Haha) in a white lingerie nighty (that was my actual WEDDING DRESS) and whilst in GLOSSY WHITE knee high platform boots. 🙂 THAT WAS FUCKING STUPID. Love to me is beautiful. I ooze that stuff out. It radiates from me. I’m kind. I’m loveable. I’m filled with that glow of deliciously evil love juice. It beams off me like smiles from a Benny Hill chase scene. 🙂

However, i have noticed that most people who know me well, so…my family…my friends…my LA friends…my work colleagues, they probably know me the best…I’m a workaholic, i’m there all the time and love it…But yes, they definitely don’t think that I will settle down and be with a gent, EVER because none of them (SO FAR) have been a ‘good fit.’

‘Who’s honestly going to end up with you..’

‘You need someone who puts you first and takes care of YOU, not someone you have to look after or chase.’

‘I don’t even know what you were thinking with that guy you dated last year, he was just so bland?’

‘You’re just meant to exist as a hot single girl, as there is no one that i can ever imagine pairing up with you.’

‘I have no clue why your single, but i just can’t imagine you being with someone who’s going to be that worthwhile or treat you as well as you deserve.’ 

This..with laughter…is what I hear ALL the time…Hahaha. And it must be true, as they see me and hear me all the time. Yet, when i tell them about any new boys, past boys or new dates, there’s a smile in their eyes like they’re hopeful…or straight away they just don’t like them. Lol. Even my guy friends are the same,

‘What does he even do Chrissie? What was the last girl he was with like?’

But to me love is love and it’s something that I always ramble on about, because i don’t care what anyone says, feeling loved, is a MASSIVE PART of our silly lives as humans. I feel pretty loved always. I’m lucky. But no matter who or what you are? You want to feel it, don’t you? It’s an appreciation of your existence. Coupling up is not something that you NEED, (well not in my world) BUT it’s there as an option if you want it, as what’s better than sharing your best dickhead moments with a partner in crime over a drink, a wink and a bit of ‘we share life’ laughter. I sort of fantasize about being 80 years old and with this old man that I fell in love with me in my late thirties, who shares all these memories that we made,when we were young, over a brandy, as we watch the world go by…from our castle. 🙂

It’s not something that I worry about ever, even though i do go on, because i honestly feel quite comfy, really happy and lay in this peace of ‘soft landing’ knowing  that MY Mr.Right will appear in a puff of cocktailed smoke, reappear with a tinker in his eye and a change of heart, is about to appear as he struts around the corner, not knowing his entry into Wunna Land or will make himself appear more clearly and officially *STAMP* his territory with a ‘MINE.’

(Hang on, i’m in the middle of a game of ‘Hide and seek’ with the kids and Junior’s decided that his next hidey spot, should be under my top? Hahahaha. *Boys.*)

I don’t know how i’ve ended up harping on about love, as i was definitely meant to be telling you about how I made fun of a drag queen blow up doll, only to realize that I WAS the drag queen blow up doll..

Life is good. Loads of people i know are panicking because they’re in their thirties, be it early or late and suddenly finding themselves single. Don’t panic. It’s not the end of the Earth, It’s actually far more exciting than that as it’s the natural beginning of your next and for some, your final love chapter. SMASH IT!

 

 

 

 

Family life has tickled my little fancy and on the whole, with a umbrella jabbed into my Gin and Tonic in a can, my life feels like a fucking DELIGHT!