Happy Monday


Hope you’re all filled to the brim with the jollies for the start of your work week. If you don’t have work and you’re financially independent..then you’re lucky. If you don’t have work and you’re not…then i’m working for you, so you can have Sky telly and awesome trainers. ๐Ÿ™‚ I want the pink Supercolours by Adidas. I want them now. I never wear trainers, but marketing has made me want a pink pair and a lemon pair…immediately.

I’m ready for today because i’m happy. I’m usually happy, but this Monday I don’t feel burnt out. Things are about to change in Wunna land. All good changes. But changes. And things are going to be right. This Monday, i’m not feeling so rubbish, as last Monday Bank Holiday weekend got the better of me and i sauntered into THE BUSIEST WEEK AT WORK EVER…on zero energy. Red Bull did NOT give me wings, it got me pissed because I mixed it with vodka and drunk dialled…and everything. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Lesson learnt. I’m being 34 this week. ๐Ÿ™‚

So, yeah, Monday is all about being good, inspiring others and not being a tool. I’d go in for a week of being inspirational but we’ll see how well Monday goes initially. Plus, when i try and be inspiring it all goes to shit and when i don’t you all reckon, i’ve inspired you? Then i whop a ‘sexy’ pic up and win all the boys over like i’m bowling down pins at the speed of light. LOL. I’ll have a sit down with my ego…i promise. I actually had a weird conversation, well an inbox banter with a being yesterday with a being who thinks that i’m the kinda chick who values my entire world, life and being on ‘the way’ i apparently ‘look.’ I get all that…as i know that it’s hard to properly know someone via looking at a photo or reading a blog. But know that if you were to have numerous phone conversations with me, or meet me in person…i’d disappoint you, as the vixen fantasy you seem to have is more ‘cheeky chappy’…i am the most down to earth, glamourous, puss of FANTASTICO ๐Ÿ™‚ you will ever meet. I’m also more posh than you think. ๐Ÿ™‚

Anyway, back to Monday and me being good.

I’m going to be SO good and so at peace that The Lord’s angels are going to fly out of the skies, to plonk halo’s on my head every hour, with fricking smiles on their faces and everything.

I’m going to work hard. I’m going to do well, feel like i’ve achieved, but be happy about it. ย I’m going to make sure every inch of my little baby family is filled with joy. I’m not going to stress out, i’m NOT going to get a rash on my face ๐Ÿ™‚ ย and i’m going to do it all beautifully. Inwardly AND outwardly! ๐Ÿ™‚ Monday is going to rock and well women are sexiest when they’re best bits shine through. (And i don’t mean boobs.)

I’m going to enjoy love. I say it enough…but i never do it. I love ‘love’ and well this week it’s all about embracing it, wherever it comes from. Girls should always feel great when they’re single because it means they are great when they are in relationships also. It’s always the chicks that hate being single that are shit at being girlfriends, it’s because (and i’ve been there, so i’m not preaching) we focus less on the connection and the right boy, and more on just being adored. Get it?

Anyway, I’m looking forward to booking my holiday. I need it. I’ve not holidayed since Summer last year…so i’m doing it.

Monday is going to rock…and i honestly hope yours does tooo…and if you’re feeling ย down…just cheer up. It makes the day go faster. Plus, maungey people look like twats. It makes people think you’re a douche without them even knowing you.

Oh and don’t absorb anyone else’s mood…just ride yours.

Oh! Oh! AND don’t be a dickhead. When you think you’re about to be one, immediately hit your ‘life pause’ button, rethink, refocus and redeliver. Do it in heels, or with a wink and you’ll win regardless. If your a boy and do that…even better. Lol

ALSO, try and hit all the bullet points when telling me stories, because if i hate anything it is long winded, rambly stories that make no sense and don’t get to the point fast enough. ๐Ÿ™‚ I zone out and rather politely just pretend i’m listening to you. It’s weird what we as The British People class as polite. I mean we obviously think it’s more polite to pretend to actually listen to someone, just so they feel moderately cared about, rather than actually listening to what they have to say… because we’re fucking bored. ๐Ÿ™‚ Love being a Brit.


Wunna x

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