Oh and another thing, just to clarify…When i say i’m out partying, and drunk. I don’t mean, trailing around a street, with hot pink lippy smeared down my face, falling into a gutter and vomitting my kebab out to the sound of an 80’s dance track. I’m not 14 anymore. I mean, i’m in a bar, celebrating with numerous cocktails and shots, in a ‘to die for’ dress, littered with crystals and a darling ‘handsome,‘ who will let me, whip my ‘sequins’ out and stand on a table, whilst ‘shimmi-ing’ like i’m auditioning for the Copacabana. I do on occasion vomit…but never in public, and usually always off the side of my Princess bed. (I did once however, crawl up a rather posh street in Kensington drunk and fall into the RegencyHotel, with room spin, talking on my pink Blackberry, to what happened to be no-one.) Oopsie! Yet, i felt lost at that point, because it was a time when Boyband Jonny was truely messing me around. Now i feel whole and together, due a great influence…i’ve named ‘Loverboy.’ It’s okay to have those moments of ‘lost,’ because luckily, you always seem to find yourself. I’m learning not to be bored with goodness.
Going back to vomiting in gutters. I don’t want you to get me at all wrong! I do have trollop friends, who do do the gutters and i LOVE them, because i’m the height of non-judgemental and nothing is really funnier than being a Lady and falling into a drain, into your actual own sick. That’s not me though. I’m a wide eyed, Dolly, who’ll dance up a storm, after swearing in merriement, in almost a dickhead like fashion, whilst resembling the coolest hoochie on the block. (Yes, to the *Wiggle* and to The Robot.) I’m a Glamour Puss. The idea is to make everything look sexy, without trying too hard. *Wink, pout* Know what you’re doing…ALL the time. When you do…people begin to worship you.
I can’t really think of much else to ponder, due to me needing a cuppa of tea and a purr… It’s FRIDAY FRIDAY people. I really hope ‘Loverboy’ can get off work early, so we can have a rather sexy tipple and tango. I got offered, a ‘cropspanking, tantric, nirvana sustain’ today, by a shirtless hottie that wants to be my nanny. I adore him for it and yes…sign me up! I actually love a bit of a *spank*(Ooh you naughty kitty)…i had it done to me once in a backseat and apparently i did a ‘Carry On camping’ face.