'i'm looking forward 2 seeing u.now i'm back.let me know when i can come, sorry about not being there 4 u when u needed me most'i screamed a big god forbid, and hurriedly called Montaigne for an appointment, i'd rather do with what they have to offer, cos text msges like that from a professionals only means trouble, and i no dey for that one, before one beautiful massage session turns into a groping session. spent my day at the spa yesterday and had the de-stress treatment, it was heavenly, and it dont matter that my account is on red today.
my day at work was supposed to be great, instead i had to deal with a mountain pile of work, annoying clients who just wouldn't let me breath.
i left my job and dwelled in the beauty of facebook, then felt guilty and buried myself back in work. took a cab home from work and left my phone in it....tripple crap!
I got myself thinking if i'm really cut out for a nine to five job, the more i thought about it, the more quitting sounded enticing, don't get me wrong, i loooove love my job, its just the stress i hate dealing with. kept wondering if maybe i really was cut out to be a trophy wife and not the player for the trophy, lol', i could just seat home all day, or shop, get myself all did, or attend one charity event or the other if i'm tired of the leisurely thingys, but then i'd have to deal with my husband falling for his Secretary or a partner or something just cos she works....nah, thats boringggg, i love to do things, it'd drive me to maddness to be all idle.
the weekend was aight, my nieces went back to London on sunday, it'd be heavenly if i could pack up and go see them next week. but i cant (dont worry afro, you'll still get your suya spice). i miss em' so much and keep looking at the pictures they drew me which is safely tucked in my money lacking purse.
attended the bloggers get together at the new place on saka tinubu, its owned by jayjay and called number 10 and i had fun, so glad i didnt back out like i wanted to. i met lovely people who are doing well in what they do and i'm really proud to be associated with them.
going to bed now, gosh, its sickening to think that its back to alarms waking me up so early in the morning....rich fellas out there where you at? come take me as i am, i could go blonde, get a tripple ecup, and act dumb....amy winehouse describes this feeling her song 'F me pump'
'......Cuz your dream in life, Is to be a footballers wife. You don't like players, That's what you say-a, But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.(DISCLAIMER: this feeling in no way describes what i'm about, just part of the fantasising process, lol')
You don't like ballers, They don't do nothing for ya, But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller'....
perfect trophy wife for y'all, buzz me before the phase slides away.