Live it Bitches

Feeling AMAZING! It’s funny how things just turn around in a mega jiggy. One minute your life seems to be draining down the plug hole, then the next moment you’re soaring high on a wind of magnifico.  (God knows what that is??It’s the voices.) I was a bit down this morning, due to people wanting me to be dead, and me not really having the appropriate attire to see my death in…Yet now after a phone call, a nod and a cheery pat on the back…i’m riding high baby! I’m ridiculous happy right now and it for once has nothing to do with the cocktails i am enjoying on the lawn. I’ve got a lot of good in me, and therefore a lot of good has pushed itself back my way. (IN YOUR FACE) Woo-Hoo! Geeeeet it? (You’re meant to say that like ur a Pussycat Doll.)

Oh i’m currently dressed as a slutty salior.

I feel Great. I look great (for a drunken sailor) and i’m doing great things! My world is constantly a changing, and Thank jeepers, i have this journal to blog it on. It keeps me sane, y’know does what sailors use to do with tattoes. Marks a specific moment in my life…even though it may be tragical. I feel sexy, i feel loved and i’ve rummaged through my inbox to find the sweetest well wishes from you guys….that don’t have a penis in the picture. Yippee! (OOh, hang on i’m getting a Blackberry messenger from Sammie. Fyi/ He’s my new husband.)

I intend to have an insane amount of good clean fundom tonight, and i wish you all could join me…especially since i’m in an amazing mood. (We don’t ‘wunna’ waste these moments now do we.) My life is just a string of pretty fuck ups, that all end up going right. We praise the Gods. I feel like an ordinary girl, in extrordinary circumstances and i’m the happiest glamour puss ALIVE!! (If i’m honest, i’m a bit of a no hoper, who people keep taking chances on. But after a bit of wine…i think i’m ‘all that’ and a side of chunky fries.) I’m loving living and i truely hope you are too. Fuck what’s missing in your life, and focus on what you have!! Take a good look  around you and i’m sure it’s not as tragic as you think?  Well, it might be…but that’s not my fault, is it? (hahahah) Rock out with ya cock out!!!

One of my guy friends (I’ll call him ‘Dumpty’) has just walked in after what looks like a ‘disaster’ of a date. He claims to never want to see the girl again after she claimed to have serious chronic gum disease. In my mind, that means she’ll have a distinct lack of teethage in 5 years, which actually opens doors to all sorts of adventures like ‘gummy blowjobs.’ (Who needs a hamster?) He gave me the middle finger and called me a ‘twatasaurus,’ then stole my drinky, that i stole from someone’s sinky. I don’t think he should discrimate. I never do. There’s always some kind of bonus somewhere. You can’t be too picky these days. But then he said ‘her mums disabled and wants to see the Christmas lights in Spring, and feels herself up to the Comic relief song.’ (If ur laughing you’re a sick bastard. I am pissing myself.)

Nothing else has happened, but new adventures, phone calls, more work and ‘good times.’ Oh apart from the fact that i’m a ‘lucky charm.’ I swear, have me around, rub me the right way (oh-er) and amazing things happen. I’m fucking magic. You do come back hating me, pregnant, with an itchy crotch, a change in sexual preference, or chained to a public convenience, however you only live once..so you might as well jump to it.  LETS  REJOICE!! LETS WORSHIP! Lets get another round in Sailor! (She winks, tosses her hair and strutts into the limelight.) Oh and my Exit interview is up on www.itv.com. Reminded me of GREAT times. I had a pretty decent run. Love it!

Chrissie Wunna

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