After a shitty shitty week (death threats(off my brother, nice chap) arguments, tedium and if i’m honest a few tears) Saturday has arrived, Yes the day has arrived. I am now 25. I am currently sitting here drinking Stella and clock watching till its time to go out.

Did the modelling gig this afternoon, I got “looked” at by the boss for laughing, I couldn’t keep my face straight when I was on the catwalk, I did warn them that I was only doing it for the fun but HEY what can I say…. It was badly organised the clothes were awful the make up was rushed BUT the freebies were nice and at least I provided the entertainment!!

Ok so my Stella is calling me, (as is my make up bag suppose I better finish getting ready), Will update you all on my BIG NIGHT (that everyone has pulled out of) OUT! at a later date once I’ve a. sobered up and b. got over the hangover….
xxxx