Hey my little cheery chips of ‘freak.’ I’m sorry i didn’t blog all day, but a sheer, yet ever so glamourous cloud of laziness, flew over me and confused me into submission. (I have no idea what that means either? Aaah well…i have great tits!) But anyway, i’m currently having a lager…which i know is odd but for some reason it humoured me, and simply because the can stated ‘
I’m also currently and rather cheekily dancing around topless, but in pyjama bottoms (with The Queens ale) to ‘Girls Aloud.’ (Who i adore… and might i add both By Appointment to Her Majesty The Queen…suppliers of ale.’ Sarah & Nadine follow me on twitter *boast boast-namedrop-wink* because they are sexy bitches, and obviously have great taste. 😉 ) I also just stubbed my toe on a giant Elf . Ugh..even Christmas wants to ruin my merriment. It looked at me like it had got the better of me…and quite frankly (she shrugs) it had!
Anyway, enough of the crap. This morning, after tending to drunk phone calls from friends who kept persuading me to go out, even though i was in bed, because their friends we’re ‘snooze fests,’ i went to do a sort of important interview today for a magazine. I always get treated really well at interviews, but it terrifies me because i believe i’m expected to come up with rather naughty yet witty answers. I’m only witty when pissed, therefore luckily they got me wine. Anytime, it’s ‘Mag Interview’ time…i get far too excited for my own good and it all goes to my head. I’m like an idiot, who’s being hailed as some super blogging literary genius. Then i thumbed through a Nuts magazine in the office, saw myself in it and thought.. ‘hey up..i’m not too bad on the old eyes either.’ 😉 ( I WILL get over myself…but please let me be a dickhead…i’ve been drinking ale. The Queens ale! As if Queen Liz, downs a lager! That saucey little floozey.)
After that, i did an outfit change. I usually change at least 3 times a day. Third outfit always being ‘birthday suit’ even by accident and hung out with Jonny (aka Boyband Jonny.) We’re now friends again *three cheers* after ripping each other to shreds, karate chopping each other down to size, slapping each other in the face and then managing to laugh at it all and file it under ‘good times.’ I’m really liking us being friends again, as i’ve grown a lot since the last time we were and i’m able to really appreciate him more…so it’s all good. I mean he played a massive part in my 09. Plus, all the people i actually have as my closest troopers in life, not just here, but in LA too..are people i have fought with like bastards. I’m a feisty girl…but i love that about me. Infact, sometimes, in order to be close to people…you have to have gone through the ringer and back. You can’t beat ‘history,’ and well i have a lot of ‘history’ with all my friends. When i die…they’ll remember me and i wouldn’t have it any other way!
So today we met up and had a walk & talk around Camden market…(I live in Camden, infact we both do,) and well it was good to get back to normal. We walked around for ages, as he told me all about his gig that he did at Freedom, (that i was meant to go to,) with his band ‘Perspex Boxes,’ and yeah..it looks like he’s headed for jolly big things. Quite proud actually…as ofcourse he’s my favourite. Then we trolloped to the World Ends Bar..(i go there a lot) and just sat upstairs and talked. I’ve never been there sober…and today was my no drinking afternoon…so although odd, i loved that i got to spend some normal time with him. We’ll probably be fighting in a weeks time…haha..I HOPE NOT! But fuck it. It’s good right now, so i’ll take that and try not to go ape on him for a while. 🙂
I’m back in my appartment now. I’m on the fucking Ryvitta diet still, which sucks because i can’t eat anything. UGH! I’m a foul mouthed, lovely socialite. I need to lunch and dine. It’s making my life impossible! Diets are worthless! Riots before Diets..then a pout, wink, thrust. I need to pop to the shop…it’s almost 1am. I have another interview tomorrow morning. Then i’m off to ‘Nuts‘ on Thursday! Aaah it’s a hard life! Oh and Loving all the ‘hearts’ and messages ya sending me. I’m still bizarrely doing pretty good with the fellas. I’m loving every minute and i’m loving you too. In the words of Jim Carey ‘ Know a good thing, when you’ve got it, before it packs itself up and fucks off to ‘May good fortune hit you, before you have time to talk yourself out of it! ‘Haaa…you can’t have me.’
(I just had a random Facebook boy try to tell me that him taking his shirt off, was the same as ME taking my shirt off! NO it’s *excuse my french* NOT! Me getting my boobs out, is the same as YOU getting your balls, ya ‘ dumplings,’ ya ‘ teabags’ out…. & smiling about it all….FOR MONEY. 🙂 Don’t get it twisted!)