Hey all! It's me. The exotic sex kitten who is Miss Cairo. I have tied Zack up in the kitchen, handcuffed to the oven with the gas left on. But don't worry my beauts, I left him with a bowl of cat food, and a glass of Prosecco.
So this is how I spend my Valentines day. Alone. In Balans. Only my laptop to keep me company....and a cheeky bottle of Perrier Joet. This is how I shall live the rest of my life. Full of loved up couples and helpless romantics, there's me, in a mini skirt, looking fabulous and wearing a tiara. In my opinion, this is the ONLY way to live your life. No point at doing things halfheartedly. What is the point? You only end up living a life of regrets.
My job at the Box ended. My mornings of sipping Moet are no longer...until I next get booked! I had a wonderful time working there, everyone was absolutely lovely, and now I know how I want to be treated as a performer. In fucking style. It was an honour and a pleasure working with Lazlo, it's not everyday within the first twenty minutes of meeting, you end up stripping each other and fucking a stranger over a dinner table. Unless you're a porn star, and the boiler needs fixing.
It's been a long weekend, as you can probably tell. My writing isn't up to much scratch (when is it?). Working till 4 every morning then working in a pub, then shooting a tv pilot really takes it's toll on you at times. It took me two days to recover from a weekend running at full steam on 3 hours sleep. And the only way I can come out of recovery is to drink champers all night....however, a modelling audition with a puffy face tomorrow morning isn't going to be fun at all! Fuck it. I'm beautiful enough.
Not much else has been going on in either the lives of Zack or Cairo. It's mainly been; drink, smoke, party, sleep, eat very little, moan a lot and pretend that we are the king and queen of Sheeba. And that's how we rule. With (a little) dignity and (not very much) class.
Zack had an impromptu visit to Southend to surprise two beautiful ladies on thier birthday (because he has a MASSIVE ego, and thinks everyone misses him) and he said it was absolutely wonderful seeing everyone again. He can see the change and growth in you all and looks forward to seeing you all again, hopefully at the circus showing!
Urgh. Die Will Young with your all time love bullshit.
I'm not bitter. I just hate the commercialisation of it all. Why the fuck do you have to spend so much bloody money on one day just to tell someone how much you care for them. Surely you should do it every bloody day. I have been sick of seeing everyones generic 'surprises' of cheap champagne, roses, and fucking chocolates. Be original. For christ sake. If you really want to surprise your loved one, shit on thier chest. An everlasting memory.
Oh god. Queens singing along to 'Saving all my loving for you'. I'd say leave it to Whitney, but she'd probably have a problem with singing it. What with her being not alive and all.
I am being a ranty princess tonight. Fuck it. I am wearing a tiara. And drinking fucking champagne. And fucking swearing. And do you know why. Because I can.
Realising I am only twenty has opened me up to realise something. It is now my job to think I own the world, until I become wise enough to realise that I have a lot of learnin' to do. And that's brilliant. I now have an excuse for doing silly things which I will regret and never learn from.
Two glasses of Champagne and I am a wreck. Luckily I am on my third to balance it out. I think I should sign out now and now wreck valentines day. It's my duty.
Happy fucking valentines day you sons of bitches.
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