So Far So Blah

It’s been one of those weeks. How so? How are you not feeling this with me? Am I the only one who is like, why the f*ck is it only Wednesday? Arrrgh. It’s just looooooong. I’m not in the mood. I literally want to sod everything off and be like ‘See ya… I’m off to Thailand.’ I can’t I know. But I want to. Today had literally started on a good note but now I want it all to just f*ck off. Right off. Out of here, there and everywhere. So far so blah.

Get in:

Kettle on. Tea. The king of wishful thinking and what dreams are made of. Finish tea in 2 seconds. Downed a bottle of water. Kettle on again. Eat breakfast bar. Feel sick after breakfast bar. Been told 3 million things to do before midday. Don’t have time. Wants kettle on my desk with milk and tea. Contemplates founding a technology device that feeds me tea through a drip. Goes through emails in inbox. Hate the organiser in myself who agreed to 3 email accounts coming through to my inbox. Drinks more tea. Downs tea. Feels sick after tea. Milk is doing turns in my tummy. Breakfast bar debating coming up and not staying within.

Another 3 emails arrive in inbox tellling me to do more stuff. I start to hate the guy who invented email.

Tell someone to take over something because its not my job to do it. She knows have told her ALL before. “Dannii can you just send me an email. This is urgent and I’ve asked you before to do it” Fecking cheek. Starts writing email that I don’t have time to write. She knows. It’s been explained time and time again. Out comes her notepad. The notepad of shitsville. The notepad where lists and endless fecking lists come to nothing. Wants to burn the list book. Want to karate kick said person in head. Drinks glass of water.

Tries to stop qeasiness. Feels bloated. Wine doing twirls in my tummy from last night. Drinks green tea. Feels revived. Motions gun in mouth in kitchen. Man from office next door laughs. Comes back into the office and it starts again. This time, emails. “Dannii can you do…” Feels saved by the fact I will smoke a fag at 10.30. YES GOD YES. Headphones go in. Internet goes down. Screams in my head like king kong. How do I feel? SHOOT ME.


All this BEFORE 10AM.


Fuck this shit. 


A Message To My Best Friend

I’ve not gone clinically insane or waiting on some cliff to end it all, I’ve come to the realisation that people may come and go in my life. For short periods or long ones, stick with you till the end or until the end of a party, friends have a great impact on your life whenever you get to see them, skype them, text/bbm or Facebook them. They’re there in the shadows, behind you ever step on the way and wherever you are through mind, body and spirit. They’re the one true thing that makes you you. Yes family makes who you are and support you but friends have this great way of helping you be who you are. Wacky, crazy, nuts, whatever they’re there for you.

So this is a message to my best friend. Who, over the past few months has been a rock. A star, a laugh, a cry, a shoulder, a glass of wine and who has been there more than anyone else.

You’re one strong woman. Stronger than you think or dare to believe. You have an infectious personality. Have a clever mind and a beautiful soul. 

We’re best friends because you get it. Vague I know but whatever it is babe, you have it. I don’t need to explain anything to you or worry if you’ll get that joke, you make socializing a whole lot easier for me because you’re there and if you’re not, I feel like a part of me is missing. I love that I can take you anywhere and you’ll adapt. It could be down at the Woodlands, the LA, my aunt’s or my Mum’s and you’re fine. You fit in so well and I never need to worry. Even if its some insufferable family get-together, you deal with trying to make boring assed conversations with my nan a breeze, you’re superb at being the champ of it all. I love how you never make me feel uncomfortable. In any situation. I love how you’re supportive, encouraging, a laugh-a-minute, a shoulder to cry on and refreshingly honest. Most people don’t get my wacky ways but you do and I love you for it. You’re not afraid to tell it like it is and stand up for what you believe in. You’re the one person I miss when I’m at home, work, anywhere. Without you and your infectious smile, your beam-me-up-scotty way to life makes the whole of this, this life we lead, awesome. I thought you should know that. 


What Do You Love?

Zaggaro HotPants have released a great video promoting their new campaign of “What Do You Love?” Sunny Midha presents this great video showcasing what the ladies of the video love. The video is inspired by all of the things that you love, inspiration for being active whether it be cake, champagne or chocolate. This is the first fitness music video by Zaggora, the sports brand with Zaggora Hotpants and the Zaggora Challenge.

The Facebook page has already gained 265k fans and 208k hits on YouTube already. The competition asks the audience what you love, by sharing your interests with Zaggora you’re in with a chance of winning a pair of Levi’s everyday. Not bad. Zaggora is a new sports brand focused on offering high impact, technology enabled, clothing. The brand has iconic products such as Hotpants that maximise results (and time) for all customers with a focus on an interactive experience.

So will I actually lose any weight by buying a pair? Probably not but if the music on the YouTube clip is anything to go by, I might just step up my exercise routine. Keyword in that sentence is *might.*