warmlove's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wanna hit that Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh! # She works all day at The Burger King/gettin' greasy for the dollars/promoted to fries/but there's tears in her eyes/its not the grease or the mayonnaise that/up-set her # Mmmmm, I love working in Debenhams, That paragraph sounded like one written by an angry person, a bitter person even ....but that aint me...I'm gonna be positive Betty 'cos thats a lot better for my skin. I got to scream 'Oh fuck off!!' to a pissed Scottish-sounding (but that coulda been all the scotch in his bloodstream) bloke who, as soon as I stepped outside work (after 6 days in a row of coming into work, lovely, sexy work), went: 'Oi, you've get an nice arse' as I was stepping into traffic. I was not in the mood for a 'Thanks' or a 'Yours is pretty saggy, old man' so, spinning around with angry face and yelling seemed appropriate...I heard him go: 'Oh, I'm drunk, cant I have a little fun?' as I marched off to the bus stop. Funny, though, the coincidences of, at work,bumping into , the lead actress and her fiancee/boyfriend whos name I can never bloody remember, from the Cornwall film, Davina (the one were Director screamed about my unproffesionabilty....or whatever jism he was spurting at the time.) she said that shed seen the film and that it was shit...I felt so disappointed at that point cos I'd seen the trailer and thought it might turn out alright. Turns out the production is out of money so there will be no screening (shame cos I wanted to see the Cornish peeps and everyone else again: Pete the gaffer, what a mini champion of the Then on Sunday, I was busy rushing around the shop on my lunch Christmas shopping...and a pair of pants that match a bra I've had for a coupla months (now I'm 22, a lady must wear a matching set daily....not that I can afford to be a lady every day of the week, just the day after wash day and hand-wash day)....and I bumped into Prod. Man. on the 3rd film I ever did...the one where the dude wakes up and finmds that his dinkle has a-vanished, Adam.... I considered putting the pants down before I went over to say hi...but there was nowhere as I walked towards him and the mysterious woman he was with (well, only mysterious because I cant remember her name, and I had to try to left-hand shake her to not flash the pants I was gonna pay for in both their faces)I'm not usually funny about people seeing my Oh, and then after Pants-gate I turned right into Pier, in the home section and as I browsed hideous glass swizzle sticks with blue elephants welded onto the tops...my Auntie Celia and her friend were walking towards me...my Auntie greeted me with the usual: Oh, god! Not you'...she does that a lot actually, that and telling me to not come round to her house in Hammersmith....I hope its a joke, anyway.... What was my point? Fuck knows...ooo, some dude in some film company...or fucking amateur club, involving porn, I'm asking Santa, this year for two (I hope the old perv dont think I'm being too greedy)pressies: A great new job, that gets my creative juices a-droolin' and a hot, gorgeous, warm-blooded lover who isn't old, married or anything else complicated or icky....That's the dream....please Santa, baby I dont ask ya for much! 8:59 p.m. - 2006-12-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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