Sunday 29 August 2010


Hey Dolls,

I did promise I’d try to get back to writing more so here I am. There is an ongoing joke between my friends and I about how I am going to have to move off this island soon because I’m going to run out of men. As much as I take this in good humour there is an element of truth to it. I have dating and or slept with more than my fair share of guys on this island. Part of the reason is there just isn’t any one here for me. I love ice hockey, I hate football and I don’t have to drink to have a good time. I’m clearly not Englishman friendly.

Looks wise I’m not a picky girl, I ‘d much rather have guy that I can talk with and that can make me laugh rather than a guy that makes girls panties wet with one look. I do have a few rules about who I’ll date, they need to be taller and older than me but I’m sure for the right person that wouldn’t matter however I’m very firm on the guy have no kids. I have a fear of working sperm. My hands are full dealing with cry baby men, I don’t need actually children.

For the first time in years there are no men in my life. I lost my temper and just gave up on men. I don’t want the stress. I have no problem with fuck friends, I think they’re great however I fucking hate when men pretend they’re after something more. I wish they could just be straight with me.

I’m sure you people will enjoy this, god hates me. I have good reason to believe this the last 3 guys I’ve been really into have turned out to be religious nut jobs. I’m use to guys turning out to be crazy but never in my life have I had a problem with religious freaks. I have nothing against religion, I was raised Baptist but I do have a problem with having it rubbed in my face and being made to feel like the Anti-Christ. Having sex doesn’t make me the Devil.

I hope everyone is keeping safe, I love you all

Queen Bee x

Friday 27 August 2010

A Return To Bitchier Times

I’m sure a lot of you know that there was a tiny little problem with my pervious blog so I was forced to delete it, relocate and start all over again. Since the move I’ve been a lot nicer, mainly because after someone I wrote about found it and world war 3 broke out, I’m a little worried about being sued. I think it’s been long enough it’s time for a return to bitchier times.

I’ve decided to share with you some quotes from my little red book. For those of you that don’t know, my little red book is a diary or sorts, I began it 9 years ago when I lost my virginity and I carry on keeping it to this day. It contains details, dates, names, location and my favourite scores.

I thought I’d share some of the funnier quotes from it.

06-08-02 - “he knew what he was doing but holy hell is was over fast.”

28-09-02 “I felt bad he was so small”

02-11-02 “lets put it this way, he was drunk and I was half asleep”

06-04-03 “he lasted 7 minutes, he said sorry but there is no need for that”

13-04-03 “Name: Dan or Danny or David or well it doesn’t matter he was shit”

18/05/03 “I really wish I could remember”

I really wish I could say the guys got better as I got older but they really didn’t. I’ve actually told more than one guy they owe me money for batteries.

Anyways guys I’m off to bed but don’t worry, I’m back to my old self and will have some interesting stories for you soon.

Be safe

Queen bee x

Thursday 19 August 2010



I’m sorry that I have been a bit on the quiet side. I aim to post once a week but to be honest I just haven’t had much to write about. I’m trying to stay out of trouble. It’s not really working but it’s the thought that counts.

Chameleons are the new hot topic among both my male and female friends right now. I guess I should explain what a chameleon is. A “chameleon” is a person who has the ability to change between hot and not. This shouldn’t be confused with beer goggles where you go to bed with someone hot and wake up with Frankenstein. I actually told someone he was a chameleon not sure how it went over. I was meant in a nice way though. He made a good example because he has 12 million pictures of himself on his twitter account.

Anyways guys I need to go work on a few things. Stay Safe

Queen Bee x
(The one the only honest bitch)

Tuesday 10 August 2010

Odd Celebrity Crushes

The hot topic between my friends and me at the moment is our weird celebrity crushes. I’m not talking about the ones that no one can deny are hot. I’m talking about the ones who aren’t traditionally good luck but you wouldn’t push off they were on top of you.

After a long talk about our crushes, we took to the internet to ask friends and completely strangers if they had any random celebrity crushes. You may be shocked to learn that must people have them. Some of them are a bit borderline but it appears that everyone has one.

The question is what makes us crush on people that in normal life we wouldn’t look twice at?

I’m not the best person to answer that question. I am someone who would rather have someone that makes me laugh and can hold a conversation then a drop dead gorgeous guy. In my world gorgeous guys are for fuck friends and one nightstands. Here’s a little advice for you on that matter the better looking the guy the worse in bed they are.

My weird crushes are all people that play themselves on TV and maybe that’s part of the allure. I found in my reach must weird celebrity crushes are not character actors. This leads me to think that the public either are just fame hunger whore or believes that the show gives us a window into their personality.
I found the idea that we’re actually attracted to their personality refreshing. I guess it means the human race isn't as shallow as may have first believed.

Anyways it’s late and I need some sleep. Stay safe

Queen Bee x

Saturday 7 August 2010

Good and Evil

Lately I’ve been doing a lot for thinking about good and evil. I’ve been made to feel like a bad person just because I happen to have slept with a few people in my 9 years of sexual activity.

I will not deny the fact I’ve slept with a larger then average number of people. I will not deny I’ve had a few one night stands in my time. I also will not deny I’ve done a few kinky things in my time. However I do have a problem with being treated like dirt because of it. I personally don’t think there is anything wrong with sex. As long as both people a consenting and it’s done in a safe manor, it’s not a big deal.

I was raised mainly by mother and despite going to church every Sunday she was real with me and said “when you decided to have sex just make sure you’re ready and it’s with someone you will not regret.” I followed her advice and unlike a lot of people I know I don’t regret my first time. I’m still good friends with him. I wouldn’t change a thing. I guess once I had sex for the first time my attitude was kind of what the big deal and choose not to be as stubborn about the matter. That was a long time ago though. I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done, it’s all helped to make me, me. Saying that, in the past few years I’ve become pickier, I’m more aware of my number these days.

I guess you can sex is my deadly sin. I wouldn’t call it lust. Despite that I would say I’m a good girl. I’ve never done any drugs, I’ve never as much as trying a cigarette and I only have a few drinks a year. I will admit I sometimes have a mouth on me but it is something I can control. I’ve never had a boyfriend’s mom not like me, I’ve never been arrested, and hell I’ve never even had detention. Ok yes some of the reason I’ve never been in trouble is because I’ve never got caught but that just proves I know there is a time and place for everything.

I’m not a bad person, I was a student rep, elected in the SU, I’ve been on protests, I’ve been a training buddy, a member of the colleague circle and I’ve been a part disciplinary reviews. People who I’ve fallen out with over the years will even tell you I’m a great friend. I could be mad at you but if you need me I’m always there. I’m that friend that gets calls a 2, 3am and no matter the time of day, I always have time for someone who needs me.

I know the line between good and evil in thin but I’ve always thought I’ve managed just stay on the side of good. I’ll be the first to admit I’m not always nice but I’m always me and no one can ask for more than that.

Queen Bee x

Sunday 1 August 2010

Bad Dream?

I’ve been having a recurring dream about a guy. It’s an innocent dream but it wakes me up like a nightmare. I’m sat at computer desk with a Ben we’re working on a script. I turn around and notice a group talking one of the guys is Mr. X, I turn back around and to work on the script. As Mr. X leaves he puts his hand on my lower back and says “I’ll see you later” and then he leans in to kiss me. But before he kisses me I wake up as if I’m having my clown nightmare for the millionth time. I finally had to hang a dream catcher. Luckily that has seems to have worked but it begs the question, why is kisser someone I have already kissed in real life scaring me so badly?

Queen Bee x