Afternoony, My Kittens of sasserilla! My life has got a bit bustley…in good ways and bad ways, and well if you add wine to that, high heels, a career and a boy…then you have m’ m’ magic,’…which i am choosing to label as ‘stress.‘ Woohoo!! To be honest, i’m not really stressed, im actually really lucky. Yet having to juggly, McJuggle everything all at once…a work life, a home life, a love life and my own being of drunken insanity…means i’m a busy girl…a lot busier than anyone would imagine. AND i even have people who do things for Me. I never knew being a ‘Lady of Leisure’ could be so time consuming. The work is strutting in…which means the moola moola is to! Oh and just so you know, i hate juggling. I think being able to throw 3 or more things in the air and catch them in different hands is pointless…at least beable to do it wasted, in underwear, on fire and with midgets. I said entertain me, not catalyse my room spin.
For some reason, i’m weird and I’m never one to let anyone in my real life, know how busy I am, because i’m oddly quite good at keeping myself to myself, marching deliciously forward with my head down, doing it with a *wiggle and a giggle* and catergorizing people, things and situations in differnt boxes of ‘ooh laa.‘ I don’t mix anything, work, play, boys or family (unless, two boys are in the same family.) I only really mix drinks…and i do that rather well. I’m like an unbeatable force of drunken ‘ooohlaaa.‘ Infact, (and here’s a dollop of egomania for you).. I actually believe that even work wise right now, i’m a secret unbeatable force. There really is no way anyone can stop me, at this stage. The Wunnaship has taken off.
Bottom line, it must have worked…because the next day he invited me around for dinner with his family. He cooked it all himself, like a whole three course meal. We had wine, i bantered with his Mum, Day and Nan, over soup, hotpot and chocolate tarte. I’m having a really great time with him…and although i get nervous thinking that the honeymoon period must be about to come to a giant emergency stoppage, it seems that it just keeps on going.It’s like Me. You can batter me down and chuck me off a block of flats and i’ll just get back up, tell you off for messing my hair up, probably light a cigarette and in the greatest heels seductively venture on off, to my next party! I’m gonna give the credit to booze and car sex. 🙂
I love you. Have a Wunna-FULL day. Woohoo! (I can’t actually believe it’s FRIDAY night AGAIN, so quickly!)
i want making love with you honey……