In my garden blogging under an apple tree, which has not one leaf, but 204 apples on it. It’s almost repulsive, yet oddly quite Japanesey. I had a kitten with me at some point, but it went off to have nookie with a bunny, that had erotic looking ears. I’m not horny anymore. I’m rubbish. It was simply just a bit of morning ‘ooh laa,’ that sailed on into my past with the greatest of ease! I have my spirtual advisor popping over in a short while, to advise me spiritually on things. To be honest, she gets a bit drunk, but bizarrely predicts my future with the greatest of accuracy. I mean she told me about my recent contract, and the exact date of when it would occur. Then she told me a month in advance, that i would meet my ‘Mr.Right’ on March 6th…and on that night…I actually did. I do pay her. However, i do just seem to enjoy her presence.
She’s all warm and free and adventures my mind to a way more magical plane. I’m doing it in bunny ears today, and simply because i adore them.
Whilst you’ve been sitting at home, sat at your desk, venturing off to bed,( if you’re in another country) or just reading this out of boredom. I have spent the last 40 minutes being fitted into a delicious assortment of slaggy Bunny suits. Everyone knows that at Easter there’s a bunch of tragic parties and every girl…especially one who holds a reputation of ‘minx,’ must tend these events in a respectable fashion…which is dressed as a slutty bunny. I already have a few of these little numbers (Wink pout) and quite weirdly, i do actually on occasion just wear them around my house for fun. I make cups of tea, and hoover (i don’t hoover) in my bunny outfit, stockings, heels and ears. I forget i have it on, then accidentally catch my mirror image and cry. I do actually believe that an all in one, furry bunny suit is funnier. Yet apparently that’s not sexy.
Annnyway, shortly i have a shoot and a few events that i need to tend to. Therefore for the last 40 mins, i’ve stood in warmed room, naked whilst being measured, pinned, squeezed, poked and bunnied. I do love the randomness of my life. My Mother is saving lives, whilst her daughter is practising her wink, with her hands over her boobies and animal ears on her head. The fitting room lady, kept insisting on telling me not to move. I kept insisting that i needed a cuddle…and she HIT me, with a wooden stick!!!! (Kinky, angry, tape measuring, bunny…bitch. 🙂 ) I better be nice incase she reads this. Otherwise, i’ll get my blinged out, bunny outfits, only to find that she made them crotchless.
I’m not doing anything else but ‘FUN’ today. But i doo need a massage, badly. I keep slouching and it’s an awful habit isn’t it? I’m off to go pick out an outfit for the day and try and find my dignity. Ooh before that, i will tell you that i made ‘Loverboy’ tell me his good and bad points, when it comes to him being a boyfriend. His good points were a plenty and his bad points were that he works a lot, and he can be a bit too laid back with his girlfriends. (But i don’t mind that, as it’s better than being locked in a room innit. That has happened to me TWICE, with two different boys. I was on ‘lock down.’) He asked me the question back..and i replied with ‘but i’m the perfect girlfriend?‘ (Cop out. But i had to, because my stories would terrify any man. 🙂 ) What was i gonna say? Oh yeah! This boy has made me realize that relationships really do work, if you just let them work and if you work at them. Make the effort to be kind, loving and thoughtful. I mean, when they don’t work it’s usually because you’ve stopped them from working. They’re easy. Who’d of thought? Thank GOD he drinks loads!
I mean, in the past, i’ve been the greatest (YAY) and the worst (WOOHOO) girlfriend ever and ‘Loverboy’ (who’s identity i’ve done really well at keeping underwraps) assured me that he to, has been both good and baaaad. However, since meeting ME, he claims he’s never had these kind of feelings, for a girl that he’s dated before and therefore is making a galliant effort to be extremely decent. He knows what it is to be a man, and tries very hard to be that man. He’s like a dream man. Which i really think is good, because i’ve noticed that it makes me try that little bit harder to be kinda decent. He’s really brought out this affection love bunny in me. I’ve even shocked myself? But here we have two people who adore each other, who have the opportunity to do something right. Why wouldn’t we? Too many people spoil things that could’ve been very special and file ‘their fault’ under ‘fate.’ I’m 29 years old. I’m Chrissie Wunna and i’m about to do things VERY right. (About time really.) I feel very lucky. Again…thank GOD he drinks.
Hope you enjoy the sunshine and have a WUNNAFUL day. I love you.