A early bit of blogging…


Blogging at six o clock in the morning! ๐Ÿ™‚ Y’see, these days, i just have to try and fit things in when I can. But i’ll tells you that my stress button has eased up a great deal, as I peeky found the route of my stress. Once discovered, i noticed that I was actually pretty chilled, happy and grateful to be in such a wonderful position. ๐Ÿ˜‰ It’s funny how one thing, one situation, one person, one tiny niggly bit of negative nonsense can really get you down internally. The healing or discovery process takes a while. But like I said, once found. You’re dandy.

I’m dandy. ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m beaming. ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s bizarre because like most, I’m sensitive enough be stressed when something negative sponges it’s way into my kitten soul of glee, yet ‘Jolly Hero’ enough to be able to pull myself together, laugh my sorry arse off and get on with life, or the job at hand like a trooper. I don’t take bad things seriously…because I see the big picture. I know what life is about. Well, I reckon I do anyway…and i’m dead lucky me. ๐Ÿ™‚

SO, yesterday I had a really really busy day and a great deal of money was made (not for me, but for others) yet I got some kind of weird GIANT satisfaction out of it, working hard and achieving. I’m like a proper grown up now. ย I mean, a ย new lip gloss used to give me the same buzz of joy. ๐Ÿ™‚ However, these days, working hard…(even though we all swore, sweated and moaned all the way through it) sort of gave me a sick kick of ‘yeah baby,’ once we had found out how much money we had actually made! I like results and winning things and they say that people of that sort do well in life?

Today, is my day off. Yet in Wunna land, those days are spent working. I’m up early because I have two shoot today for the beauty line. Both that i haven’t prepared for. I haven’t tanned, glitzed up to even organised what I’m going to be wearing, doing or pouting for? I’m stressed because if i can do anything it’s last minute posing. I might not be able to save the world, but plonk me infront of a camera and i’m at my most comfortable. Anyway, yes. Lots of shoots. All i know is that they’re going to be quick and going to go well…and i’ll probably grab inspiration whilst i’m at them. They’re usually your best pictures. (I’m currrently craving custard cream pretend cigarettes and I don’t even smoke?)

My psoriasis is on the mend. Seems that it is stress that makes it get all excited and flair up. Doctor parents are good. I smeared this magic cream all over my rashes last night and well it FUCKING FELT LIKE MY ENTIRE FACE WAS BURNING. It was horrid. I could’ve died. My entire face was sore, on fire and well i wanted to rip it off it hurt so bad. THEN….it calmed down…and as did I, to a bit of Strictly and X Factor. Both shows brilliant this year! They are my favourite! I’m also loving the new ITVbe channel. It’s like it was designed JUST for me. All my fave shows in one. ‘Real Housewives…Dallas Cheerleaders….Vanderpump Rules….Towie….’ OMG smear me in luxury. Heart! Heart! HEART! (I ate four chocolate, fresh creamed eclairs yesterday, after not being able to eat all day due to busy busy times. I loved them….they loved me. Perfect, when indulging in ITVbe.)

I fell asleep last night without knowing, with my motivational video still playing…lol…my contact lenses still in and my mobile phone not on charge (which is annoying) as it had fallen out my palm to also enjoy some bed rest with me, in my blankets. It started buzzing at six o clock and i jumped up to find it like a maniac, yet couldn’t because it was immersed in blanket galore.

I’ve decided that I don’t like naggy people and that I can read people quickly because i’ve experienced a lot of folk from all walks of life. AND i don’t enjoy people who ‘guilt trip.’ I’m the worse one to pull that move on because i hardly ever feel guilty. ๐Ÿ™‚ When it comes to boys and i’m talking new boys who are attempting to woo me. (It’s Christmas innit, so everyone now tries to couple up.) Well, new boys that hope t step into Wunna land, just don’t get me and don’t get the art of wooing. Bravery and giant romantic gestures are the only things that initially work. A text, followed by a grumpy text, followed by a guilt trip text, followed by a moody text…shows me who you are immediately…and that’s moany and if i hate anything, it’s moany boys. I see them as girly and well i quite laid back. I hardly ever moan. Funnily enough, I don’t see that as romantic…nor is a text. I’m really busy right now with work, success and babies and i don’t have time to introduce a new face into my world and care for it appropriately, without them..well…giving me grief.

I’m back on track with love now and do believe that there is someone ‘worth it’ for everyone and simply because, (and as i’ve told you) after hanging out with a bunch of really old pensioners, I sort of witnessed how lonely life is, ย when you don’t have anyone to share it with. You need someone to love and someone to grow old with. It’s heartbreaking to see them all alone and openly stating how lonely they were. That’s not going to be me when i’m older. It’s the smallest moments that I remember.

Anyway, i’ve got to do coffee and get ready.

Today, i feel happy and excited and it’s the most amazing feeling ever! ๐Ÿ™‚





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