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Good morning, my delicious swirls of gorgeousness! I love you. I love today. Life is WONDERFUL and well if you can’t feel the festive spirit and embrace the good things that you have going on in life with a hip bump and a wink…then what are you even doing, my dolls of kitty cat! Meow! Purr…wink.

I’ve been working hard to make life juggle perfectly with beauty line, money making and all sorts…and it’s worked. Last night, I finally did it and my body finally experienced a joyous explosion of ‘BOOYAH,’ and like a rocket out of steamy pants…it ‘Ba boomed.’ It collapsed in a beautiful heap of deliciousness and I found myself in a lovely deep sleep by at least 7.30pm. πŸ™‚ I needed it. It felt great and apparently Ruby got in with me, put her arm around me and snuggled me to dream land. I was so tired, i even forgot to order my sixty year old and something Father food for the evening. πŸ™‚ I’m that good. All about ME! LOL.

So…things are good. I’m currently having a smoked salmon, cream cheese bagel at Starbucks. I have a dodgy ankle, but i’m ready now to sell my lashes to the masses. Things have fallen into place and i have a great team and wonderful new folk around me. I’m happy. I’m really happy. (I’ve only come to Starbucks, Doncaster due to the eye candy. It makes me feel better to see hotties. It eases me into my day with a swirl and a smile. I mean, don’t cheat yourself, treat yourself. πŸ™‚ Everyone looks happy here in Doncaster, which makes a giant change to Pontefract, as everyone in Ponty looks like they’re on death row. Smile please!! It’s fucking Christmas for crying out loud! πŸ™‚

I’m getting hit on alot an di like it simply because i adore being adored and well i’m a bit of an attention whore when i’m feeling lonely. I don’t feel too lonely, but i think because i’ve been so busy, rushing around sorting life out…I’ve kinda felt like i’ve wanted to treat myself. My LA friends call this moment that i’m going through, a time where in which i ‘hobby’ boys. Haha. I remember Theo…saying ‘Don’t worry about her, she’s crying over a penis..’ as a mutual friend of ours walked through an appartment, whilst i was sat on a mattress moaning about men.

Now, i feel powerful and when women feel this powerful…we run the show.

It scares boys, but the toughies of the bunch love it. πŸ™‚

Boys are just trying to settle down now because they secretly want someone to share ‘love’ and Crimbo with. It’s my theory. They’re on a deadline. Utilize this time girls, if you’re single. If not…be good…Santa will bring you more gifts. Lol. I actually told a guy yesterday, who refused to sit on Santa’s lap that i was a girl, and that we we’re cleverer because we know that it works and it’s the way we get pressies. πŸ™‚ He winked at me..and i got my own way.

I’m now sat at Starbucks reading some of the comments that blokes keep posting under my ‘sponsored by facebook’ advert for this website. Lol. God! I’m not that minging! Lmao. All the hot boys love me. I get flowers and everything. Then a random gentleman who shouldn’t really be throwing rocks πŸ˜‰ wil say something super awful about my attractiveness, or intelligence…HAHAHAHA…for kicks. If i was a victim, i’m weep and call it bullying. But because i’m just a swine, i’ll giggle, have a wine and laugh all the way to the bank. He wouldn’t roll me out of bed…i’m sure. Matt Dillon did because he said i was frigid. In fact ‘Sloth’ (a school friend of mine) said I was frigid, during a chemistry class. Lol.There you go..both ends of the spectrum. πŸ™‚

Can’t we all just be merry…and not hate on me when i’ve got an eyelash line about to pop. It doesn’t look good…:) and may hinder my sales. πŸ™‚ Wait until January…that’s a better time to be evil. (All about me.)

Other than that, i’m excited as the Christmas tree is going up this Sunday. It’s a big old family affair, so the babies will love it just as much.

I’m feeling delicious, cheeky, rebellious and ace. Be warned, things are hotting up. If you do anything today, makes sure you’re doing whats right FOR YOU and not adapting your ‘what’s right for you’ for other people…who think they know better. Be smart with it though, incase their brain is better than yours. But don’t be scared to go with ‘fuck it’ and enjoy your life to the fullest. Dreams come true.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah Baby….





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