Well heeellllo, my little dew like droplets of delight. I’ve accidentally slept through the whole of my Bank Holiday plans due to exhaustion. I mean it’s hard being a Glamour Puss. All the pouting, winking and beating off handsomes with big sticks of
‘umph,’ can actually be more tiring that you think. Add heels to that merry equation, and not only do you end up with killer thighs, (that we don’t actually want to take too far. I mean man thighs on girls, aren’t often labelled as ‘Dainty’)… but you will also end up walking to your boudior, placing your phone on charge and ACCIDENTALLY falling asleep for four hours straight, fully eyelashed, boobied and clothed. The fact that i don’t mind the missing of plans, ( i’m a kitty cat who prefers to be out and about, smearing shimmie’s and inappropriateness in any town that will have me,) means i must have needed a night off the ‘razzamatazz.’ I’ve been out every night during the last 2 week period. Dinner, drinks, handsomes, heels, and happiness. When the thought of having to eat one more dinner, or have one more bottle of wine, makes you feel as though you’re going to need to take a nap, in order to soldier your way through it…a break is in order. I’ve been far too social. I need a PJ night. Oh and just so you know, i’m not a napper. I find it lazy. I’m a human dynamo. When i say ‘nap,’ i usually just mean i strike a pose, hold still for 5 minutes and *fan myself.* The breeze acts as my moment of ‘rest.‘ However today, i actually did the ‘close eye’ kinda nap… for four whole hours and in my heels. (Yes, i have heels to nap in.) It completely confused my body, as it’s only used to performing such an act, with vomit surrounding it and with *heartbreak* lipsticked upon my every inch . I actually slept and didn’t even *pass out*through drunkardness. Eww much. What have i become!!!
Anyway, enough of the mindless chitter chatter. Today, i went to the parents of ‘Loverboy’ and did
Sunday dinner. I loved it because it’s not something i’m used to, it’s new. It was fun, delicious and incredibly functional. His family are rather lovely to me, which again is something i’m not used to. (Boyfriends families usually ban my appearances in their homes. But i think that’s just the overly dramatic American Mothers. I’ve had the most hilarious experiences. (Mums that need to get drunk in order to talk to me. Mums that pass out. Mums that call my mum in England and express how much they want me dead. Yay! The Brit mums are a great deal more easy going. Which simply means they probably voice their concern, away from me. Lol.)
Anyway, moving on…don’t get me wrong ‘The Wunnas’ do dinners together, yet mainly at restuarants. Infact, there’s been three this week (which i find rather excessive.) But yeah, the whole ‘family dinner,’ is simply a ‘thing’ i missed out on in life. I mean, I moved to Hollywood quite young and came back almost a decade later. My parents flew out once or twice a year, to see me. We didn’t get to do ‘at home’ family dinners, at all. We did cocktails and career planning. I loved it today at Loverboy’s. I kinda looked around and watched whilst I forked my mash. His Father, his nan, his little sister, her boyfriend, his big brother and his little niece and nephew, we’re all at the table. It was cute, almost without them knowing. Like the Waltons, but with berry bliss dessert and wine. They’re a great family and i never thought anyones family was as great as mine. I’m liking this union. Therefore it’s a shame i ballsed it all up with Pete, just before it was time to leave. Well done Wunna. [You can applaud here if you wish.]
You know what, i don’t know what’s up with me right now!?! I’m ruining everything and i need to stop! I do this. I do this a lot…and i honestly need to refrain from commiting to my nuisance like jiggery pokery! UGH. I could slap myself. (But ofcourse i won’t.) Right. We all know i love ‘Loverboy,’ and more than words could even ever explain. Like this boy is one of the greatest ‘beings’ i have in my life right now. I mean, I want to be 50 years old, look to my left and see him stood there, so i can give him a *wink.* (He’ll then probably have to help me up the flippin’ stairs because surely i would’ve have properly done my back in by then.) But you get it, i want to be old and run into his arms madly, filled to the brim with love and ‘kissy kissy,’ before i actually have a heart attack and DIE from the baby sized *run.* Hurrah!
The last two days, i’ve been a nuisance…and for no true reason. Well reasons i’m not aware of. Am i terrified? Am i hurt? I am TERRIFIED? I’m not treating him the way he deserves to be treated and it’s a common mistake of mine. (Actually that’s no true. I’m allowed to lie. It’s night time. A lot of my exes have deserved me to be evil to them…and i never really ever was. I’m a great girlfriend. One they will always remember and infact do.) I’ve cried a lot over men…fabulously ofcourse..and been through a great deal of awful ones. (Yet they did have hot bodies….so cut me some slack.) I’ve had boys that really didn’t take care of my heart very well, no matter how much they may have promised to and well i’ve learnt in life that your word is your bond…and a *wink* is what seals it. A promise is a promise. Keep them. It’s *sizzle.*
I’ve finally found the man who will always adore me, cherish me and be there for me forever willingly. The most romantic and loving man, i’ll ever meet. Infact, not only have i found him, (because we often do,) but i’m WITH him. I get to be with him and i didn’t even have to stalk him!! (Thankyou Cupid. I owe you one. It did take you some time however…lazy c***.) I’m complicating something that is deliciously simple. Putting myself through a mind fuck for no reason. Not AT ALL practising what i’m preaching!!
We have a magical love. A love that’s written about in fairytales. It’s how every little boy and every little girl would completely dream it to happen. Oh and just so you know…i think that no matter what age you are, you can still have little girl or little boy dreams….(hang on..that sounds a bit ‘Gary Glitter.’) What i’m trying to say is you can be 50 with little girl dreams. Infact we’re all children trying to be grown ups. When we’re young we fearlessly shout out or dreams from rooftops. When we’re old, we *pause* and have quiet moments to ourselves, away from the crowds…and we shouldn’t. Dreams are to be declared merrily from rooftops!! I do it all the time. I have no fear in expressing my wishes!! Join me! (But not in those shoes.)
Tomorrow, i’m gonna see Pete and talk it all out. I’m not worried because we’re together and love each other deeply. That’s all you really need to make ‘forever’ work out deliciously. I adore this man and if anything, in this whole entire world, he deserves to be loved. As i walked out of his car today, i was grumpy and ‘off-ish.’ One of the last things he said to me was ‘you’re treating me how you’ve treated all your ex-boyfriends. I feel like i’m heartbroken. It’s like it’s being ripped out my chest. I love you. I never want us to end.’ (Oh Chrissie Wunna..what are you doing!!! UGH! I am so annoyed at myself. I love him…i fucking love him!! I walked into my house, trotted upstairs and did baby tears.)
Now, my hearts been patched up a lot of times..so it’s pretty much all good. I mean i have Jimmy choos that i once had to re-heel, and boy have they strutted me into the best next chapters, worlds, bedrooms and dancefloors. I’m in a really healthy relationship. One that’s almost enviable and with a boy who wants to spend the rest of his life with me. I’m not gonna take that for granted. A life is all we have and when someone promises to journey it with you, out of love…you hold onto them…tightly…and slide them a martini. (Hmm…i remember ‘Lashes’ telling me i wouldn’t find anyone who would. Mwaha! IN YOUR FACE! *Holds up the ‘Told you so* card.)
From tomorrow, we’ll be dandy. 🙂 God i’m an idiot. Yippeee! I need a wine.
Oh and on a more cheery note! My fave quote of the day via FB Chat, delivered to Me from @EddClay (who is obviously a Wunna in the making.)
‘…i will probs strip at some point tonight, my outfit is so hot it deserves to be ripped open.’
I’m the best bad influence in town bitches! Worship away!