Update- Monday Carnage Part trois

Trois as in page Rank 3! 

I am not ashamed to say that when I first noticed it I took a screen shot as I thought it was just a glitch in the tool bar. After 42 refreshes I realised it may in fact be my real rank..so Yey!

Thank you all for reading my random warbling’s and I promise there’s plenty more to come <3 Thank you BBz!

To show my appreciation please enjoy this delightful film about a teeny tiny piglet-

Getting My Blog On

It’s been an odd few weeks in the blogosphere and by odd I actually mean sloooooooooow. There is nothing, nothing worse than submitting a lot of articles that your eyeballs have spent several harsh office lighting filled hours scanning, editing and reading only to have to wait for movement on anything.

Type,type,type,email.Wait…*tumble weed*

 

“Not even I, Tumbleweed, am moving “

Thus is the life of a content writer but there you go, there’s the ups and the downs with any job. It’s hardly brain surgery but it has it’s annoyances just less brain juices. Anyho Monday started with a bang and it’s nice to get a bit more fruit for my labours and seeing some lovely articles up there for people to read. As anyone who does copywriting is aware some of these articles can be subjects about anything down to plus sized bras or lawn mower maintenance, so you can appreciate that we want some justification for the time spent producing particular articles. (Please note I am not fortunate enough to have worked with plus sized bras or lawn mowers, yet. When I do they will be the best damn articles ever conjured and should be posted paste haste.) 

Ironically as I type this I should be uploading articles onto bunnyhops, so maybe I had better hop over there before I choke on my blog entries! EEkk 

In other news let’s take a minute to appreciate Beyonces recent success. 

Beyonce:

 

Beyonce:

Be- fooking- yonce:

Seriously. Words fail me. How fierce does she look? My gwad Gladys, my gwad. 

 

I’m off to do some work, laterz peeps xX

 

 

Stroking a cute owl whilst cackling manically on a Monday.

Where on earth has the weekend gone? The floozy. Showing off her wears for all to see on Friday eve only to scoot off faster than an irate badger commeth Sunday morn.  I have no idea where my weekend has gone, part of it obviously fell into the pit of  alcohol ( you Queen of the harpies you) and a bit contributed to time spent appreciating le bed ( you feathery siren) otherwise I have lost several hours and wish to have them back.

It’s safe to say things have been moving fast this week and I have been able to recover from the snow delay and will be posting my first interviews soon. (hoo fucking ray!) In other news, I have no other news, which in my book is always a good thing.

Monday commeth

As for the rest of this evening I will mainly be manically googling pictures of cute owls. Why? Look, LOOK-

I dare you NOT to go and Google further pictures of cute owls after that.

or sneezy pandas-

Good night BBz <3

Hello Monday!

Hi, hey there, yo…

Things have been a bit hectic at bunny HQ recently and I may have been burning the candles at both ends a little and today I feel like poop. I can’t help it, I’m one of those people that no matter how much the circumstances can excuse things I also like to blame myself somewhat for that extra edge. So a slow news week gave me a bit of a kick up the bum last week but then vola, after a weekend of panicking Monday cometh and the cogs start moving again. Oh Monday, you old dirty bastard, you can never decide on one set mood can you?

So now that’s sorted and I’m able to get back on blogging bandwagon and I make this pledge ( again) 

 

Promise. 

Monday and the Rainbow Horse of Happyville

Whoot Whoot!

Today was Monday. Monday, sucked ass. Correction, Monday morning sucked ass as I now feel that Monday in fact kicketh ass. Either way Monday featured a lot of ass references.

Kim Kardashian’s Butt (55 pics)

I’m having one of those dilemmas at the minute, where it appears no matter how hard I work I just can’t seem to make progress, it’s like walking through wet sand except I wasn’t given warning of the weather conditions and therefore didn’t have chance to purchase crazy patterned wellies to cheer my cockles as my feet get metaphorically wet. I am determined to get on top of it this evening and once completed I will be riding the rainbow horse to happyville complete with a bottle of rioja and shiny shimmery hair full of erm, magic dust,

or I may just put my onesie on and eat crisps, haven’t quite decided yet.

In other news, one of my besties recently mentioned this little ditty and now I have this on repeat:

Winning.

SNOW!!!!

 

This weekend I have been mostly panic buying bread.

 

I hope to survive this blizzard but by the time I got to the stores all I managed to obtain was some almond milk, a reduced baguette and a multipack of cheesy puffs. I am unsure how long these rations will last.

 

Pray for me.

Full of Woe And Far to Go.

So tis mid week, and here is a picture from the Malta set that has crawled out of the wood work. It was a candid taken on the fountain outside Valletta gates. No one believes me when I say that it’s a candid, they think that I’m posing but nope…I was in actual fact reaching into my bag for a lighter and ranting at my friend about the bus ride there.Oh my gwad, Maltese buses, Google them as they rock my socks style wise, seriously, they have their own shrines on board and everything .  That particular drive wasn’t as fun as it was full of perverts. Not the good ” I fought in the war and so am allowed to stare at your tits while you pour me a pint but will be thoroughly charming and polite at the sametime”  type but the “you’re female therefore you earned the right to be harassed for the rest of life, what were you thinking daring to have a womb?” type. *shudders*

I am tres depressed at the minute as on a major mission to improve my life and thus far everything that can prevent me from making progress, well, is. Just little trivial things like the bathroom light breaking so having to call the landlord, my internet now not working at home and my laptop breaking which means wasted time and no resources to actually do what I need to do improve things in the time that is available to me, it’s so frustrating as it isn’t me being useless for once.
So please send good vibes my way BBs as I am starting to think it’s the universe telling me off for something ( not that I rule my life by all that Jazz…but I have seen enough Karma in action to consider that *maybe* I should behave myself )

Anyway even though it is Wednesday I refuse to believe that it is all full of woe. I guess the fact that it’s a few weeks before the boy goes on tour again  might be making me a little niggly, alas a lot of my local friends have gone travelling/relocated/selfishly fell in love and decided to breed (selfish,selfish,selfish!) so I think this tour is going to emotionally kick my ass as even my family live far away…so I’d love you to stick around as I go on my mini road trips, begin my new adventures and  as I make one drunken mistake after another, which I promise no mater how embarrassing, to share with you. I promise it’s not all doom and gloom in the world!

 

Mwah! have a great day people Xx

Maltese Make-up Maddness

Tis Monday, eurgh, well at least it’s a whole week until another Monday!

Continuing with the theme of  documenting my old work on my blog I thought I would post a few playful photos taken in between shoots in Malta, where I modelled for Tragique. Ladies and gentlemen of the world I never model for anyone other than Tragique, not because I’m ugly or think I am ( I’m hotter than a fox on fire if you ask me on a good day)  but because I the most un-photogenic person in the world. Ever.

Me:

In between scenes, I was bored so I decided to discuss politics with the monster under the bed (He didn’t like my liberal attitude much)

If I remember correctly we were at a vintage car show in Valletta here, was a really good night and some good shoots were caught by Tragique.  I drank wine and supervised.

This was taken in the stairwell of our villa where we stayed ( AMAZING place, 5 floors, hundreds of years old…two drunk women, models and a camera…best space to work with ever.)

Not a very good example of my work but it was a test shot to see if the make up was worth using as I didn’t want it to get bleached in the camera lights plus the Maltese sun…alas it didn’t get used as it was blatantly rubbish ( an expensive brand too) . Neither did the photoshoot, where a glamour model wanted me to present her as a cat as she ran around naked in a building site being photographed( honestly that was the actual concept, no one ever said make up artistry is a normal job now did they?)

Playing with the rag doll theme again! This was taken between a shoot at the Villa  ( I will post those pictures later)

Fart – Bunnypudding fan Art 

Tragique made the above, I think I was seeking models at that point?

This above was made my bestie Karen Bevan , yes the Karen Bevan who makes das gudt radio content. As you can see from the image, she really does love and respect me more than anyone. Cheers Kazbo!

Anyway I am off for Monday round Two, ding ding!