Anyway, lunch was great ( i got distracted.) We bantered about being drunk, men, our love lives, our stint on the telly (the things you wouldn’t know about it.) We mentioned people with depression, moving house and then to perk up the mood a little… ROBBIE (who i will now do lunch with ANYTIME ever) flips out his phone, and produces a short series of HOT HOT yummy hot boys, (out of nowhere,) who seem to be donning the most delicious set of pectorials a pouting pussy cat has ever laid eyes on. It made my olives taste sooo much better. It was like an emergency ‘pick me up.’ Yet saying that, i am kinda jealous that everyone has a boyfriend but me. Then even more jealous that everyone has a fucking HOT one. I’m a girly girl when it comes to *swooning.* If you show me a set of good pecs, i’ll melt and go gaga (as in mushy, not Lady) and have love hearts fluttering out of every given oraphis, whilst trying to make you marry me. I like Robbie for this moment of ‘flutter.’ Sam and I were practically in love…then quickly found out one of the boys full name, so we could add him to Facebook and stalk him(There’s no time wasting.) I don’t know what i would do without ‘Hextall’ in my life. I believe i should collect hot boys and place them in a saucy Wunna Mansion, where they will be beaten if they fail to perform. *calls cupid*
On the whole…GREAT LUNCH! We were tremendously excited the entire way through it. I believe there was dancing on street corners, due to excitement after lunch and the words ‘Cutsie Wootsie’ being repeated, mid ‘baby boy’ bounce. Oh fucking hell…which reminds me! On my way to meet Sammie, ( i meet him in an alley way, usually around 1pm) a flippin’ NUN tried to manipulate me. A NUN! A lady of GOD, tried to manipulate me on Camden high street, into buying a brown bible thing. When i frowned…she told me i was going to hell. I winked at her and said, ‘I’ll chance it.‘ I feel like she wasn’t a real life nun. I’m 84% sure, she was mildly on drugs and needing to make a quick buck or two. But saying that, it is Camden. No-ones a crack head in Camden. *sarcastic face.*
I’ve actually had a pretty wonderful day and yes, due to unfortunate circumstances beyond our control, Sammie and I were not able to Stalk Jedward this fine evening. I was gutted for a whole 5 minutes…so within seconds he sent me a shirtless picture of a stud muffin to make me feel better. Now i feel great…but oddly a bit drunk? Best day of the week, so far! Hasn’t this week dragged….
Oh and best text message i recieved last night: ‘A yorkshire mans valium, is apparently 10 pints. But i’m a gay…so ofcourse iwent with the tablet.’ LOL