Please kill me

Soooooooooooooo ill!! My head is pounding, my body is aching, i have zero energy, i’m dizzy, i’m puking and feel as though i could probably pass out in approx 2.4 seconds. So what does ‘Chrissie Wunna’ glamour model super queen do, in these moments of sheer agony?? Yep, i have to smear myself in fake tan, plump up my hair, to the plumpiest it will go…(note, i can’t even lift my head right now.) I’m having my  face painted, my heels found, my outfit fitted and even though i’m about to DIE in pain, (and no joke this is proper SICK)  i have to work 2 of the longests shoots i’ll ever have to work, pout my lips, try and look like i feel sooo super sexy woo-waa… when really i would give my left kidney, (as i’d look stupid if i gave you my left arm) to be bundled up in a million fluffy blankets, left alone (well maybe with a hot male stripper nurse..who nurtures me,) so i can die, still quite painfully, yet look like a work of art…and quite comfortably, as i’d be in lovely fluffy blankets, and not underwired peep hole bras. UGH!!! I need to get better!

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