“Win £10,000 on Payday Friday”
Omigod, I can’t believe it! I’m in the actual final! I didn’t think I had a chance of winning, and now I just need to just, like, keep it together to answer three questions on Friday. I need this money so much you wouldn’t believe. I’ll be able to get my nails and hair extensions done before Courtney’s wedding. And I can get a wax and tan; I can’t miss the chance to look super-good in front of Josh and Corey. O-M-G, Brooke will be literally green! I’d better make an appointment quickly; the salon’s like, really busy this time of year.
Oh, hey, the hen party – that Zara dress? It’s totally me. A jacket? No, bag and shoes. Two bags and shoes. And a cute dress for the party after the recepti
on. I don’t really need one, I mean, I’m supposed to actually keep the bridesmaid’s dress on literally the whole day, but I’m sure Courtney will be ok. If anyone gets it, she will; that’s, like, how she got Joel, at Maddison’s wedding
I’d better keep quiet about this ‘cos Mum will defo want me to pay her back what I’ve borrowed since I lost my job. I think I actually probably owe her that much, if you count what I borrowed to go Cuba with Cara in December. Mum’s got an actual job, and she always gets extra shifts at work, but I’ve only got Jobseeker’s Allowance. The only reason I’m not being sanctioned is that my skills advisor fancies me, so he’s literally doing all my job applications for me. I mean, it’s not like there are any jobs, or any I would do, any way. It’s just so ridiculous! I can tell he’s working his nerve up to ask me out. Obvs, I’ve already told him I don’t have a boyfriend, so I’ll have to, like, find an excuse. I mean, Damian? Not even.
I think I’ll have some of those crystals on my nails. Would it be too much on my toes as well? I’ll have to have actual bare legs, or I’d rip my stockings, plus I don’t want to cover up the tan. Ooh! Victoria’s Secret – I literally need all new underwear as well; I want to make a big impression on Josh. Or Corey.
I really, really want my hair silver, like Rihanna. I think it’s called ombre grey but silver sounds better, doesn’t it? Courtney said it would clash with the dresses, but what’s she going to do if I just turn up with it? Anyway, she only picked the colour to go with Willow’s dress, and Willow’s only ten months. I mean, I know she’s Courtney’s baby and everything, but she’s not even walking, and if I was Courtney, I literally wouldn’t put her in the photographs, not with that hair. Joel’s not even ginger, so…
I think I’ll make the appointment at Blushing Beauty now, and I’ll see if Cara wants to come with me to Bluewater on Thursday. We can get a cab over for a champagne breakfast; that should set us up for some actual retail therapy. I’ll borrow the money from Mum, and give it back to her on Friday when I win.