Christmas in Acapulco

'Cocaine Princess here. I hope each and everyone of you had a very, very Merry Christmas filled with happiness and love. It's been several days since I posted anything. The holidays are keeping me quite busy but never enough to keep me from writing.

At exactly midnight Valentina called me and wished me a Merry Christmas and together we opened up our gifts. It's a cute little tradition Valentina and I have been doing for years. I didn't sleep much and was up at around 8am. I looked outside and I could see the grass peaking through. It had rained a few days before melting the majority of the snow but the weather man says we're expecting more snow on New Year's Eve.

I placed 'his' gift on the kitchen table. I heard him coming down the stairs and when 'he' came down he walked right past me without saying a word. He was already dressed as if he was going someplace. 'Merry Christmas,' I cheerily said. 'I'm going to go out for a while,' is all he said back as he picked up the phone. 'Merry Christmas!' he exclaimed on the phone. Of course he was talking to them. 'I can't wait to see you either.' As he continued talking I noticed a big bag in the foyer. I peaked inside and it was filled with gifts with their names on it. Oh my God I couldn't believe it. At least we don't share the same blood. I don't know why I get so bothered by this, I should be use to it by now. At least I made an effort.

A little later on I wrapped myself in a mink blanket and cozied myself on the sofa while eating a large cinnabon with extra frosting and a bottle of Coke Classic. I knew I shouldn't be eating it but I gave myself an excuse, it was Christmas and we all tend to eat a little more than usual during the holidays. I decided to watch Rob Zombie's Halloween remake on DVD. It's not exactly a Christmas movie but I missed it when it was released in the theaters and was dying to see it. About 20minutes into the film my doorbell rang. 'A' answered it and said 'it's for you.' I got up and headed towards the foyer where I saw a 6'2 man dressed in Armani and wearing dark shades. I immediately recognized him. He was one of Valentina's many bodyguards. He came to inform me that Valentina and her daddy had decided on the last minute to fly to Acapulco to celebrate Christmas and insisted that I join them. A jet was waiting at the airport for me. I looked at the bodyguard and asked 'right now?' 'Right now,' he answered back. I looked at 'A' who said 'go, you deserve it.' 'Give me about a half-hour to get ready,' I said to the bodyguard. He just replied by nodding his head and I flew up the stairs. I have one suitcase that is always packed for situations such as this. As I was coming down the stairs the bodyguard met me half- way and took my suitcase. When he reached the bottom his cell phone rang. He answered it and said it was for me. It was Valentina. 'Bring the present Lawyer-Guy sent you.' 'Why?' I asked. 'Just please bring it.' Back upstairs I went to retrieve the present. I had put the present in the very back of one of the hallway closets. I had almost broken a nail putting it in there and almost broke it again trying to take it out. All I knew was if I didn't bring it Valentina would put me back on the jet and send me home to get it.

Valentina's daddy owns two residential properties in Acapulco. He owns a luxurious penthouse on the beach, well he actually owns the entire building and a villa up in the hillside of Las Brisas. Her daddy was at the villa while Valentina and I stayed at the penthouse. It was just more convenient otherwise we would have been driven to the beach which was several km away from the villa.

The beach was incredible and everyone was so joyous and happy. There was even a Santa Claus dressed in matching floral bermuda shorts and a shirt handing out candy canes. He gave two candy canes to the bodyguards since they wouldn't let even chubby St. Nick come too close to us. Whenever we are on the beach I feel so sorry for the bodyguards. Me and Valentina are in our itsy-bisty bikinis and they're dressed in their expensive suits. Valentina one time said 'don't feel sorry for them. The amount of money daddy shells out to them is astonishing. They can easily retire in a month.'
I finally decided to ask Valentina what she was planning to do with the gift Lawyer-Guy had sent me? 'I had one of daddy's people x-ray it' she replied. I just looked at her and asked 'you're actually having it x-rayed?' 'Well you wouldn't open it,' Valentina replied back. 'Where is he having it x-rayed it?' I asked. 'The airport.' 'The airport?' I repeated. 'You know daddy has contacts everywhere including the airport,' she explained. 'How long is it going to take?' I asked. 'The guy said he would call me. It's obvious Lawyer-Guy really likes you, a lot. 'I know,' I replied. 'If you were attracted to Lawyer-Guy would you have a relationship with him?' asked Valentina. I told her it was a difficult question to answer since I had never been attracted to a married man before. (Well actually I have been but celebrities don't count) 'But if you were, you would become a mistress, a paramour,' stated Valentina. 'I don't know how 'L' does it,' she went on to say. 'She's in love,' I replied, 'Head over heels in love. Have you spoken to her recently?' I asked. 'She called two days ago from Switzerland to wish me a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,' replied Valentina. 'By the tone in her voice she's over the moon. The resort they're staying at has some sort of special midnight Christmas ski run. She was so excited, it's her first time there,' Valentina added. 'Her Drug Kingpin lover really makes her happy,' I stated. 'He gives her whatever she wants. But the one thing she'll never get is an engagement ring', she replied back. 'He's never going to leave his wife, that I know for sure,' she said. Valentina then went back to the subject of Lawyer-Guy and wanted to know more about him. 'How old is he?' she inquired 'He's around your daddy's age,' I answered. 'What else?' she asked. 'Other than he's married, not much,' I said back. I dug my feet into the warm sand and continued. 'He's quite popular. In almost every city there's always one or two lawyers that always stand out because they take on high profile cases and are constantly photographed by the press at various social events.' 'What about his wife?' she asked. I explained that I didn't know much about her, I'd never even seen a picture of her in his office. The only pictures he had were of his children. 'Maybe Lawyer-Guy and his wife have some sort of agreement,' Valentina stated. ''What do you mean?' I asked. 'Well maybe she allows Lawyer-Guy to have his little hotties on the side and in return she stays quiet and continues to be the wife of a very rich and successful lawyer. They stay married for appearances only.' That wasn't so far-fetched I told her. If she did divorce Lawyer-Guy their divorce would be played out in the press like some nasty celebrity divorce. Who knows, maybe Lawyer-Guy's wife has a young stud on the side? I don't know why married men play the field? Why don't they just stay single? If any married man is reading this and having an affair, I'd like to know the answer. Valentina then asked me if I could ever fall in love with a married man. I told her I didn't know. I've yet to fall in love. I'm still waiting for my Prince, my soul-mate, my one and only who will steal the key to my heart and love and worship me every single second of the day. I want someone whose flesh quivers at the very sight of me, who can't breathe without me. Someone whose heart I will not only have completely but also his heart, mind and soul. Whomever the universe has destined for me to fall in love with, well if he is married there's not much I can do.

After a couple of hours on the beach and enjoying eating a grilled pizza with extra cheese and pineapple we decided to leave. Valentina's daddy had a special Christmas dinner planned for us and was taking us out so we decided to change and get ready at the villa. It's such a beautiful villa. The entire house is decorated in white with splashes of hot pink and lime green. The staff who stays at the villa keeps the place in immaculate condition because they never know when the princess and her daddy the king may drop in unexpectedly, like today. After I got changed I stood out on the bedroom balcony. Acapulco is such a stunning and spectacular city. It glitters and shines so magnificently. In the far off distance I could hear the loud music coming from the city's nightclubs. Valentina stepped outside with her cellphone and had somewhat of a shocked look on her face and said 'you're not going to believe what Lawyer-Guy sent you.'

Still on the balcony and admiring the dazzling view I couldn't believe the gift Lawyer-Guy sent me. 'You have to send it back,' insisted Valentina. 'Of course I am,' I said back 'but what should I say to him. Do I send him a note? It's going to be kind of awkward especially when we see each other.' 'Then don't send it back. If he calls asking about it tell him you didn't receive any roses or even a gift,' she suggested.' I can't do that. He'll do a trace and it'll show the delivery was successful and besides 'A' signed for it. He'll see her signature.' I explained. 'That's perfect!' Valentina exclaimed. 'Tell Lawyer-Guy,' that 'A' has it. 'Then he'll call her and it'll just complicate things further,' I told her. 'You are living proof that beautiful people have problems too,' Valentina said. I asked Valentina what she would do if she was in my shoes. 'Have you forgotten who daddy is?' she asked. 'He'd go ballistic,' I said back. 'If daddy ever got the slightest hint that a man his age married or not, had romantic feelings for me he'd skin that man alive and have him castrated.' I giggled at what she said even though I knew it to be true. I told her I didn't want to think about Lawyer-Guy at least of all today. I was in one of the most dazzling cities in the world celebrating the holiest day of the year. As we continued talking Valentina's daddy came into the bedroom and onto the balcony. 'Wow,' he said looking at us. 'How lucky am I tonight to be dining with the two most beautiful princess in all of Mexico.' 'In all the world,' added Valentina. 'Yes the entire world,' he said back. 'Are we ready to go?' she asked. 'We will as soon as I have two questions answered, one from each of you.' He first looked at Valentina and asked, 'Why did you have a wrapped present x-rayed at the airport?' Then he looked at me. 'And why were you having lunch with a married man in a hotel of all places?' Valentina quietly muttered under her breath and said 'Oh God.'

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

P.S. It's New Year's Eve and I am still in Acapulco getting ready to party hard!!! To all of you, have a safe and Happy New Year!! See you all in 2008!!!!

Lawyer-Guy Strikes Again

'There is only faith and persistence'- Monte Schulz

Shelly Lowenkopf served two terms as President of The Mystery Writers Of America and is the author of over two dozen fiction and non-fiction books, has given out this advice to all struggling and aspiring writers:
'Don't let rejection slips or letters keep you from being the writer you want to be-the only writer you can be.'
Cocaine Princess here.


I enjoyed reading your comments and emails on what you believed happened between me and lawyer-guy. The results were pretty much split down the middle. A few who believed I went up to his suite believed that nothing happened except for innocent conversation. Which makes me wonder, those of you who believed I went up to his suite, do you believe all that happened was just an innocent conversation or was there a romantic tryst?

Oh boy do I have a problem! I received another rejection letter today but it really wasn't a rejection letter. The agency is no longer accepting any new clients until Sept. 2008. I wish they would update their web site. I felt like Snoopy who yells 'Augh' when he receives a rejection slip. But that's not the problem. Read on to find out. And I promise there are no word jumbles. The Cocaine Princess swears! I wrote a good couple of chapters before I headed out to do a little more Christmas shopping. Just when I think I'm finished I remember there's something else I need to buy. I arrived at Sherway Gardens at 10am and the mall was jam packed. So many cranky people rushing around looking so frantic and frazzled as they searched for gifts, the majority being men. Why do they always wait for the last minute? I then found out some stores are open 24hrs until Christmas. How perfect for me since I don't sleep......

I arrived back home late this afternoon with a trunk and back seat full of items. As they were being slowly brought in by my driver I noticed in my office there was a vase full of two dozen roses and a present beside it. The roses were in a beautiful crystal vase with a green ribbon around it. The present was wrapped in green metallic-like wrapping paper. Senor Bling really must want to die I thought to myself. Among the roses I found the mini white envelope and opened it. The card read:

Thank you for gracing me with your presence. I truly
had a great time. Hope to see you again.
Lawyer-Guy.

'Oh God,' I said out loud dropping the note. I then noticed a message on the machine. I played it. It was lawyer-guy:

"Hi Cocaine Princess! (he didn't say Cocaine Princess, he said my first name but I can't reveal that yet) I'm just calling to see how you were doing and how much I enjoyed our time together. I hope we can do it again sometime soon. In the meantime I wish you a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and nothing but the best to you. Take care and talk to you soon.'

Suddenly I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. I had no one to blame but myself. I brought this on when I accepted his invitation to lunch knowing full well I shouldn't have. And because I didn't trust my own instincts the universe is now punishing me! I looked at the roses. The vase was beautiful but I don't like roses. Anyone who really knows me, knows I don't like them. I guess Senor Bling didn't really know me that well either. I'm probably the only woman in the world who doesn't like roses. I much prefer orchids in particular purple cattleya orchids. They are so exotic and beautiful. Getting back to my problem, I don't know what to do? If I open the present I'm going to have to call him and say thank you. If I don't call, what if he does asking if I received the items? If I send back the gift and flowers, what if he calls asking why? For all I know it could contain a box of chocolates. If they are I hope they're Godiva. What am I saying? Whether it's chocolates or not that's not the point. One thing I don't understand is why he didn't mention anything about the flowers and gift in the message he left? Is he waiting for me to see what type of move I make?

Men complain about not understanding women well I don't understand men. I don't know what to do? One thing I do know, I'm certainly not choosing Valentina's advice. Hers was 'just let daddy handle it.' 'Yeah right,' I thought to myself. I could see the headline splashed across the front page of the paper, 'Prominent Lawyer Missing.'

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

P.S. Two people left me emails with questions. Here are the answers:

1) Yes I enjoyed the Cheetos stick very much. Thanks for asking.

2) Another asked, why do people get into the drug business? For the answer please see the post titled 'If I Fall, Will You Catch Me?' (Thursday November 1/07)

Last but not least The School Board has now decided to widen the ban on fantasy novels in their schools. I really do hope someone from the School Board is reading this because if you are I have a message for you: you are the biggest bunch of hypocrites!!!!!

Cocaine Princess: Did She Or Didn't She?

Cocaine Princess here. No rejection letters or emails today.

My, my, my. It seems that I have deeply upset my loyal readers. Are you disappointed? Angry! Pissed off or perhaps a little of all three? Speaking of the number three, there are only three people who know: me, lawyer-guy and of course Valentina. I had to tell her. I really had no choice. I thought about not answering her calls but had I done that she would have gotten on her private jet and showed up on my doorstep demanding to know.

This would make a great story. That'll be the only way you'd ever find out. But of course I would have to make some slight changes. Lawyer-guy would have to have another occupation Let's see:

Money Laundering-Guy
Doctor-Guy
Dentist-Guy
Professor of University-Guy
Investment-Banker-Guy
Real Estate Mogul-Guy
Manager of Pizza Hut-Guy Just kidding!
CEO of a Billion Dollar Company-Guy

All my writing is based on other people's lives who I am privileged to be apart of and I feel honored that they trust me enough to confide in me. Even though they know I write about them, I think secretly inside it excites them that I do. I love the world I was born into!

A loyal reader emailed me asking whether or not Valentina's daddy has said anything yet about lawyer-guy. Nothing yet, thank god! But then again he may already know. According to Valentina he's very busy these days. A few of his lawyers from the US and his bankers have flown in discussing important matters. It's amazing how he conducts his business. Everything he does is so immaculate and done with such perfection. One time while I was spending my winter at their house her daddy was in his office. He had 5 plasma screens on the wall all to various business news channels from all around the world. Valentina once tried changing the channel but couldn't because the channels were locked to those stations. His lap-top was out and at least 4 different business-related news papers such as The Wall Street Journal were in front of him. And if that wasn't enough he was talking on his cell. He even has a person on his payroll to watch the business news channels when he can't who gives him updates every half hour.

I hope my loyal bloggers don't hate me for not telling what happened. I guess you can only draw your own conclusion. Here's what I want to know. I'm interested in knowing what you think? Do you believe I went up to the suite with lawyer-guy or do you believe I didn't? That's all for now, I'm getting a little hungry. I think I'll go nibble on a single Cheetos stick again.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The Cocaine Princess: The Other Woman

Cocaine Princess here.

Oh my goodness! I have been receiving emails after emails after emails in response to The Cocaine Princess & The Lawyer Pt4.

Did I, the Cocaine Princess succumb to temptation or did I deny it? Did lawyer-guy awaken my inner seductiveness and unleash my every carnal desire for me to become the other woman? Apparently that's all you want to know along with some of you still wanting to know when I will reveal my face. So when will I reveal my face? All in good time. As for the other question, I was going to torture you for about a week but the fact that my email server was getting clogged I decided to post it today. You will find the answer within this entry.

For the past week the networks have been airing Christmas Specials: A Flintstone Christmas, A Charlie Brown Christmas, Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer, A Garfield Christmas, Santa Claus Is Coming To Town (I love that one) Frosty The Snowman, Frosty's Winter Wonderland, Frosty Returns and of course The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. And for movies, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation with Chevy Chase. I watch it every year and each time it gets funnier. At my house we watch Scarface, yes I said Scarface. Every Christmas morning after opening presents the movie Scarface is played. Others may watch 'It's A wonderful Life' or 'Miracle on 34th Street,' at my house it's watching Al Pacino play Tony Montana. 'Say hello to my little friend!' How did this tradition start? It's quite interesting but I will write about it another time. I assume by now you must be saying 'why is Cocaine Princess babbling about TV Christmas Specials! Did she or didn't she with lawyer-guy?! I'll get to it so just keep on reading boys and girls.
Last night I couldn't fall asleep again, there's a big surprise! At about 3am I felt hungry so I went down into the kitchen. I opened up the cupboards. One was filled with Doritos Nacho Cheese Chips and Sweet Chili Heat-(so good!), corn chips, cheese flavored popcorn, corn twists and four cans of Pringles and a bag of Cheetos. The other cupboard was stashed with a variety of chocolates: Reese Peanut Butter Cups, Kit Kat, Turtles, Mr. Big, Ferro Rocher, a box of Godiva, Lindor and Icy Squares and double chocolate chip cookies. The fridge was worse: chocolate cake with mint frosting, carrot cake squares with creme cheese, apple crunch crumble cake, mini cheesecake slices, strawberries, black forest and chocolate swirl. I dared not to look in the freezer. Is it any wonder why so many people gain weight during the holidays. I opened up the first cupboard and took out the bag of Cheetos. I inhaled it first as if it was an oxygen mask and if I didn't have any will-power I would have ate the whole bag but I only took out one Cheeto stick and nibbled it slowly as I savored it. I licked the Cheetos dust off my fingers and decided to just eat a fruit bowl consisting of grapes, strawberries, cherries and a few pineapple chunks. I just imagined the fruit was covered in chocolate sauce.
Today is Sunday so of course there was no mail. But tomorrow the mail will be here. Usually when 'A' hands me the mail it's in two piles. One pile is full of Christmas cards, various magazines and catalogs while the other pile consists of rejection letters. Oh the agony of trying to get published. I know I am not the only writer who is going through this. A few entries ago someone made a comment about Paris Hilton's book Confessions of an Heiress. I saw it recently at the book store and thumbed through it. I of course had heard about it but never actually looked inside. My God it's such a simple book. Similar to a scrap book but only more fancier. As far as I know the book was very successful. If I had come up with this idea would it have been accepted or rejected by literary agents? I'm quite sure if Paris Hilton had proposed a book with blank pages in it a literary agent and publishing company would sign her and her book in an instant. It's all about celebrity power. Not to imply that all writers are celebrities but it certainly makes it easier for them to obtain a contract. But then again most are approached by a literary agent instead of the other way around. Who knows maybe a Christmas miracle will occur for me.
Are you bored yet readers? Are you scanning through this entry trying to find the answer? Either way you're going to have to keep on reading. We got blasted with an awful winter storm. I was at the mall yesterday when it started. It usually takes only 20 minutes to get home but with the storm causing white outs traffic was very slow it took my driver an hour. The storm is still in progress and will end tomorrow morning. We've been dumped with close to 25cm of snow and the wind chill is -21c. The snow is so heavy that it not only covered my Christmas tree lights but my nativity scene. Poor baby Jesus! As soon as the storm stops I'll get someone to unearth everything.
Valentina called me. The gift item she told daddy she wanted from the Neiman Marcus Christmas Catalog arrived. The parcel was sitting on his desk. She peaked inside. 'It's gorgeous!' she exclaimed. 'I sealed it back closed so daddy wouldn't know I opened it.' Mine had arrived two days earlier and is under my white fake Christmas tree with silver and pink decorations with a multitude of other presents. Besides that tree is another tree, a smaller one. It's an exact replica of the tree from A Charlie Brown Christmas complete with the red ornament and Linus's blue blanket around the bottom. I bought it in 2004 from Toys 'R' us along with Lucy and her psychiatric stand and Charlie Brown and the rest of the peanuts gang. I display it every year along with The Simpson's Christmas neighborhood display.
OK my loyal readers I think you've had enough. Now the answer all of you want to know so desperately. Let's recap: As we were leaving the restaurant it was starting to snow even more now. Lawyer-guy turned to me and said 'the snow is coming down hard. How about we wait it out?' 'Should we go back to the restaurant or how about the lobby bar?' I suggested. 'My firm keeps a suite in this hotel for out-of-town guests' he informed me. 'It has a beautiful view of Yorkville and I know for a fact it's not in use. How about I show you it and we can talk some more until the snow dies down? So what happened. Did I go up to the suite or didn't I? If I did, what happened between the two of us? To find the answer you are going to have to unscramble the letters. I tdno isks nda letl. I liwl taubo hosret ubt evrne lmsefy. ryors!!!!!!!!!

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

P.S. One more thing. This has been bothering me for the past couple of days. I need to have my say: Shame, shame, shame on School Board for banning 'The Golden Compass' from their school libraries. I hope Santa Claus leaves each and everyone of you who voted against the novel a box full of reindeer turd!!!

The Cocaine Princess & The Lawyer PT4

Cocaine Princess here.

So there I was still with the red bra and panties in my hands and lawyer-guy holding out his hand for me to take it. 'What do you say?' lawyer-guy asked. At that point my brain must have started functioning because I was finally able to put back the lingerie. 'You're not going to buy it?' he asked. 'It's going to take me awhile to try it on and see if I like it or not. I'll do it some other time,' I explained. 'I don't mind waiting.' lawyer-guy replied. I'm such an idiot, why did I say it was for me? I should have lied and said I was buying it for someone. As I put it back on the rack I asked 'so where shall we go?' 'How about Truffles?' 'Wonderful,' I replied but inside I was thinking oh my God! He had to pick a restaurant that's at a hotel.  He smiled at me, took my hand and then interlocked his arm with mine and together arm and arm we left the lingerie department at The Bay. Outside amongst the throngs of people trying to see the spectacular window decorations The Bay had created, lawyer-guy helped me into the limo and told his driver where to head next.

We went to the poshes area of the city: Chanel and Louis Vuitton just to name a few are here. Along with the high end designer stores are the pricey hotels. Whenever a celebrity is staying in this part of the city they always stay here and paparazzis will be lurking not only around the hotel but itself. Truffles is located on the 3rd floor of the hotel. I didn't bother to look around if there were any celebrities. I had enough of a hard time concentrating and I kept on thinking is it ethical for a lawyer to take his client out for a non-business related lunch? Lawyer-guy is quite popular in the social and business scene so I couldn't also help but wonder if a paparazzi was maybe watching him and secretly taking our picture and come Sunday morning our picture will be printed in the gossip section of the newspaper. Our host took us to our table. Lawyer-guy took my pashmina and made a comment on my outfit 'Wow you light up the whole room.' 'Thank you.' I replied as he seated me. I quickly picked up my menu to avoid any eye contact. 'What am I doing?' I said to myself. 'Why the hell did I agree to have lunch with a man who is interested in me? A married man. 'Since I've called it a day how about we have a glass of wine in celebration of my firm's win,' said lawyer-guy. 'Their wine list is fantastic.' I explained to lawyer-guy that I wasn't much of a drinker since alcohol made me sleepy. 'I may fall asleep on you,' I innocently said. I swear to all my loving and loyal readers I didn't mean anything by it nor was I giving out any signals. I'm telling the truth, alcohol does make me sleepy and I didn't want to be yawning before our lunch arrived. Anyways you must be wondering how lawyer-guy responded. This is what he said, 'I don't mind. I can watch you sleep.' I looked right into his eyes. Lawyer-guy wasn't kidding, he was dead serious. I opened my mouth but nothing came out so I buried my head in my menu. The waiter came by and lawyer-guy placed our drink order and then we ordered our lunch. I had the penne with fresh tomato sauce while he ordered the chicken curry and basmati rice. 'Damn, I didn't see that on menu, how did I miss it?' I asked myself. I didn't bother to change my order. The faster my lunch came the faster lunch would be over. Lawyer-guy picked up his wine glass and stated 'let's make a toast.' I picked up my glass and he continued. 'To health, happiness, love and luck. May we be blessed with all.' Our glasses clinked and I just had a little sip and lawyer-guy was staring at me as I did. I looked outside the window and it was starting to snow. I prayed for a snow storm not to come otherwise I would be held up in this hotel with him. Although I'm guessing at that point lawyer-guy must have been praying for the opposite. We started talking about almost everything and half-way through lunch I started to ease up and I felt a little relaxed. It occurred to me lawyer-guy is a popular lawyer, his firm has handled quite a few big time cases that have been in the papers and in the news. He's well known in the community. We are in a public but elegant place where anybody can see us. We walked out together from The Bay. We're not meeting in secret. If he wasn't worried about what people may think why am I so worried? Perhaps I've mis-judged this situation? Perhaps I'm taking his every word and twisting it into something sexual. I've known lawyer-guy for quite awhile and all he did was just ask a casual acquittance who is also his client out to lunch. No harm there. But I was wrong. Let this be a lesson to you all, always trust your gut! As we were leaving the restaurant it was starting to snow even more now. Lawyer-guy turned to me and said 'the snow is coming down hard. How about we wait it out?' 'Should we go back to the restaurant or how about the lobby bar?' I suggested. 'My firm keeps a suite in this hotel for out-of-town guests' he informed me. 'It has a beautiful view of the city and I know for a fact it's not in use. How about I show you it and we can talk some more until the snow dies down?'

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The Cocaine Princess & The Lawyer PT3

Cocaine Princess here.

So there I was in the lingerie section at The Bay holding a red bra and matching panties with lawyer-guy staring right at me. What on earth was he doing here at 2pm? Shouldn't he be at his office doing lawyer stuff? Like a deer caught in the headlights I didn't know what to do. He walked a little closer to me and said my name again and this time I said hello back. 'So what brings you here?' I asked with the lingerie still in my hands. 'I just came from court and I decided to stop in and do a little Christmas shopping,' lawyer-guy replied. He looked down at the lingerie and asked, 'Is that a Christmas gift for yourself?' I couldn't help but think he must be picturing me in it. Before I had a chance to answer him my cell phone rang. 'Excuse me,' I said. I looked to see who it was and you guessed it- Valentina. Instead of answering it I switched it over to my voice mail and put it on vibrate. Lawyer-guy just stood there smiling at me but not before giving me a full head to toe look. I don't know what was wrong with me but I felt paralyzed. I couldn't get my arm to put the lingerie back on the rack. And there it was, lawyer-guy had that hungry-look again and probably thought maybe she'll model it for me later on. Lawyer-guy looked more like a hungry drooling tiger. So you were in court?' I asked. 'A multi-million dollar estate battle my firm has been handling for the past five months I am glad to say has ended successfully,' lawyer-guy proudly replied. 'I gave the rest of the lawyers the day off. They're probably out celebrating while I'm here in a department store. I didn't know you were coming into the city?' 'I didn't know either,' I answered. 'It was just spur of the moment. I love Toronto especially the shopping.' 'Have you had lunch yet?' lawyer-guy asked. I think the devil beat up the angel because I said 'I haven't had a bite to eat all day and I'm starving.' Immediately I regretted what I had said. A huge smile came over lawyer-guy's face as if he was the canary that just swallowed the cat. 'Fantastic. I can buy you lunch and I'm not taking no for an answer,' he said holding out his hand for me to take it. I, The Cocaine Princess just stood there frozen with still the bra and panties in my hands.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The Cocaine Princess & The Lawyer PT2

Cocaine Princess here.

I mailed a stack of queries last week and one of them was returned to me- the address was no longer valid but for some reason the website of the literary agency still had the address I used. I'm going to have to investigate a little more on this.

Today I decided to soak in the jacuzzi to loosen up my tense body. I dipped my toes in first and then slowly the rest of my naked body into the warm and pink bubbly liquid. I didn't bother turning on the TV. I wanted to just relax and unwind my mind and body. 'A' kept popping in her head every 10-15 minutes to make sure I wouldn't fall asleep and drown. Instead of falling asleep I just closed my eyes and thought about lawyer-guy. A series of questions flooded my head. What if lawyer-guy only wants me for a one night stand? OMG! I would feel so cheap and low. Or what if he wants me for a long term relationship, then what? He tells his wife he's working late at the office when really he's with me in a plush hotel suite, our clothes on the floor, champagne on ice on the night stand and me, The Cocaine Princess in bed with her lawyer. Forget about me writing about 'L' I can write about myself. Someone suggested that I should pursue him but if I do call his cell phone what would I say to him? I asked myself, am I attracted to lawyer-guy? I have no romantic feelings for him but I do find him a teensie-weensie attractive. It felt as if the devil was on one side of my shoulder whispering in my ear call him, call him! While on my other shoulder an angel was whispering in my ear don't call him, don't! So much for unwinding. Some of you have wrote, lawyer-guy sounds like a scum-bag that I shouldn't trust while others are saying I should go for it! Call him! If I do go for it do I really want to cross that line, will I be able to live with myself? Do I really want to be the other woman?

Later in the day I went shopping, yes again but not before I wrote a good three chapters. I decided to go to the mall.  A huge line had been formed with little children and their mommies waiting to sit on Santa's laps. I went over to the The Bay on the 5th floor where there were not only carolers and elves handing out candy canes but in each room there was a Christmas tree decorated with its' own beautiful theme. As I was taking pictures my phone rang- it was Valentina. 'How could you not tell me about lawyer-guy?' was the first thing out of her mouth. 'You know the rule, you tell me everything before you go posting it on your blog!' After apologizing about 30x she finally forgave me and wanted to know more about him. But I couldn't tell her anything because I didn't know much about him and that was the truth. 'Maybe daddy can do a background check on him,' she said. 'Oh jingle bell hell!' I replied. Even though I am a grown woman and I am free to do as I choose at the same time I feel like I am still a little girl in front of Valentina's daddy. I trust, love and value him so much and I would hate for him to think less of me. 'There's nothing you can ever do that would make daddy stop loving you,' Valentina assured me, 'but if daddy finds out that an older married man is hitting on you, lawyer-guy will become cripple-guy.' 'The don't tell him,' I said back. 'I can't stop daddy from reading your blogs and besides you know he keeps daily tabs on you,' she said. Valentina's daddy may live in South America but somehow his eyes and ears are everywhere, the many powers of a Drug Kingpin.
After visiting the themed Christmas trees I went on over to the lingerie section. A sexy red bra with gold embroidered floral designs and matching little panties caught my eyes when I heard someone say hello and then my name. I turned around to see who it was. Good lord, it was lawyer-guy.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The Cocaine Princess & The Lawyer

Cocaine Princess here.

This past Friday I had another appointment with the lawyer. He called me in because I needed to sign another document that he said he had forgotten about last week. Truthfully I think he forgot on purpose. Last time I saw him I couldn't help but notice the way he was staring at me while talking. And I couldn't help but notice the portrait of his children on his desk. His eyes were so hungry and this time he was not only looking at me as if I was the main course but also the dessert! When he greeted me the first thing he said was how beautiful I looked and commented to his secretary and some other people in the office about my looks. He kept on repeating this over and over again. When I went to his office once he sat down he kept playing with his wedding ring while asking me what my plans for Christmas were. Then at one point he kept apologizing for the way he looked, his actual words, 'I was hoping you wouldn't see me like this in my casual clothes. I'm usually in a suit and tie but it's casual Friday.' He said this twice and I just sort of gave a half smile. I didn't know what to say. What did he expect was going to happen? 'I would tell him he looks gorgeous and then we'd have mind-blowing sex on his large wooden desk? When I left his office he insisted on walking me out and like last time he walked behind me and not beside me making me think 'is he checking out my behind?' When we reached the end of the hallway he said he absolutely loved my dress and my beige thigh high suede boots. This lawyer is good looking, well built with brown hair and brown blue eyes but I don't pursue married men nor do I give off signals to them. I suppose if I was attracted to him the way 'L' fell in love then perhaps......After I saw him I went and did some Christmas shopping but then again Christmas is everyday for a Cocaine Princess. I went to Holt's again and I picked up this really cute gold Christmas compact from Holt's and a Gucci handbag- I just love handbags, you can never have too many.

I received a call from 'L' today after Valentina told her about my blog and she asked whether or not I was going to write a book about her. 'It's on my list' I assured her. (It really is on my list but I can only write one book at a time) She told me about her Christmas plans. Her Drug Kingpin lover is taking her to Switzerland for Christmas (she loves to ski) and then Paris for New Year's. New Year's in Paris sounds romantic and I'm sure whatever her lover has planned will be over the top. She promised to fill me in on the details and then said 'Valentina asked me a question that you've been dying to know- you want to know what my lover is like in bed?' I explained I needed to know for research purposes only, you know for my book. Her response 'Like being with two twenty five year olds and he doesn't take viagara!' Wow I thought.

Later on in the evening I received an email from the lawyer with this message:
It was such a pleasure to see you again. Here is my cell phone
number in case you need to contact me day or night. Hope to see you soon.

I don't know what it means. When I do contact him it's through his secretary to set up an appointment which is maybe once or twice a year. Why would he give me his cell phone number? Is he hoping I call him? Unless he's just being friendly. Am I making something out of nothing or is it something?

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Where Was My Missing Diary?

Cocaine Princess here. I received another rejection- this time by email which raises the question once again, 'why do literary agents ask for a SASE if they are going to reply by email and what do they do with the stamp?

I received an email from a guy who wrote 'you lost your diary- big deal!' I'm guessing this individual only read one blog entry because if he had read them all he would know how precious my diaries are. Had I really lost my diary it would have spelled C-A-T-A-S-T-R-O-P-H-E!! Similar to a Hollywood Madam to the rich and famous losing her little black book. So many scandalous and salacious things I know about people's lives are written in my diaries. Imagine what would happen if the actual name of the Priest who has the weird sexual fetish and the name of the church he preaches out came out? Or what if 'L's' Drug Kingpin lover's wife found out about her husband's affair of 5 years? Or the names of high ranking officials who take bribes from the Cartel? So many lives would be in ruin. This is why I was in such a panic mode when I seriously thought my diary was lost. So where did 'A' find it? In the recycling bin with week old newspapers. How did it get there? This is still a mystery. 'A' blamed it on my lack of sleep and said I wasn't even probably aware of what I was doing. Whatever the case I owe 'A' big time...........A lot more coming soon.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The Drug Kingpin And His Mistress Pt2

Cocaine Princess here.
No rejection letters this week but I did almost have a panic attack:

The ideas I get for my manuscripts come from the people that I know and their lives, things they tell me, things I see and hear. I keep a very detailed and accurate account in my diaries. But when I write about them in my manuscripts I change all the names, dates and locations. Along side my notebook and pen is my diary but today my diary was no where to be found. 'Ok,' I thought, 'don't panic. I had it yesterday and I placed it beside my notebook. My notebook is here, the pen is here so why isn't my diary?' I turned my room upside down that it looked like a tornado hit it. 'Now it's time to panic,' I said out loud. Horrible scenarios started running through my mind:

What if someone stole it and they're holding it for ransom or what if they decide to sell it page by page on EBAY? Oh God! My diaries contain not only explicit details of things but peoples' secrets as well as my own personal thoughts and feelings. At that point I felt the room starting to spin and I couldn't breath.

I told 'A' and she asked me where I had it last. I replied that I had it with me last night and I put it with my notebook in my room before I went to bed. Together we went back into my room and this time 'A' went through every little thing- no diary. Then we tore apart the rest of the house and 3hours later- no diary. I didn't know whether I wanted to scream or cry. 'Oh my God, Oh my God!!,' I kept repeating over and over again. I retraced the steps in my head and I was positive I put the diary with my notebook. Where could it have gone? It couldn't have just disappeared into thin air or get up and start walking. My heart was beating at such a super-sonic speed I thought I was having some sort of attack. 'I'm done! I'm finished!' I said out loud, 'my career as a writer is over before it even started!' My diaries are apart of me and if someone is reading it they are invading and violating my privacy. I looked for my other diaries and each and everyone of them was locked in a safe place. I wanted to shoot myself for not keeping the missing diary with the others instead of leaving it lying out in my room. But I didn't leave it just lying around, I put it with my notebook! People lose things everyday and many things can be replaced but there are many things that can't be replaced. These items are priceless and have a great deal of sentimental value. 'A' tried cheering me up by suggesting my diaries needed some type of tracking device on them. I was in no laughing mood. This may sound a little odd but my diaries are like my children so it not only felt as if one of my children was missing but I too felt apart of me was missing. But all was not lost because 5hours later 'A' saved the day by finding my diary. Where exactly did she find it? I'll tell you later on.

I have been receiving so many emails in response to my last blog, did I perhaps strike a nerve amongst some of you? I received a question from a loyal reader asking whether or not 'L' is allowed to see other men? The answer is no. Mistresses to Drug Kingpins remain exclusive only to them and no it isn't just about the sex. Many couples today spend time apart, months will even go by. Couples who have spouses who work abroad for example or spouses who are in the military. Even though they maybe apart they are able to keep in constant contact. Gone are the days when couples would have to wait for weeks just to receive a letter from their lover. Today's world has emails, faxes, instant messaging and web-cameras.

'L' met her lover at a party and it was love at first sight for the both of them. Not only was she entranced and swept off her feet by him she was aware that he was married and knew what he did for a living. 'L' didn't care about any of that. All she knew was she couldn't live without him. Almost immediately their illicit romance began. At first I too thought it was just about the sex but I have met this particular Drug Kingpin and his pretty paramour and they are a couple in love. They are deeply committed to each other. Their relationship is not a May to December one. By the way I know the Drug Kingpin's wife. I've been to their house on numerous occasions for parties and other social functions and he'll be there holding her hand and being all affectionate. As I'm watching them I'm thinking to myself 'I know his secret. Then again I know everyone's secret. I of course remain quiet because it's not my place to tell his wife.

Could you be with someone in the romantic sense knowing that the person you are with is married and maybe even has children? Apparently 'L' doesn't seem to care, she's in it for the long haul. It's not like she woke up one day and said 'Today I'm going to fall in love with a married man.' 'L' has been with him for the past five years. He's a little older than her but extremely handsome. She's very content and accepts the situation so who are we to criticize?

Is it possible to be married to someone whom you took vows to love and honor and be with for better or for worse till death do you part and then one day you come across someone who doesn't just spark a flame in your heart but it ignites a fire that spreads into your soul? How does this happen? Maybe the heart gets hungry because it lacks the nourishment it once had. Or maybe Cupid doesn't just shoot his arrow of love once but twice. There is really no definition of the word love. If I was to ask ten people to define the word each person would have a different answer. Love is an entity that has no boundaries. It doesn't listen to logic, it just feels. A person should never deny the impulses or the pleasures of their heart. I'm not talking about cheap-one-night-stands where the next morning you wake up to someone whose name you don't even know or even how you met. I'm talking about the kind of love where you meet or see someone and instantly they consume you to a point of passion where your soul becomes unhinged. You become addicted to them like a drug that every breath your soul takes and every beat your heart makes aches for that one person. All you desire and all you want is them and even though you maybe with someone else you can't stop thinking about them. You can't sleep because this person is far better than any fantasy and dream. We love who we love and the heart is going to go wherever it chooses to go. Some people believe love is blind but maybe it only sees what really truly matters. Love is so powerful that it can not only bring the greatest feeling to your heart but it can bring the greatest pain to your heart. Love is something we need and can't live without. I'll end with this thought, if you can't get someone out of your head then maybe they are suppose to be there.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

P.S. In my next entry I will tell you all where my diary was found.

The Drug Kingpin And His Mistress

Cocaine Princess here.

While I was in the jet on the way back home to I was watching on DVD 'A VIEW TO A KILL.' I am a huge James Bond fan. It's a great movie but truthfully I think the only reason I like it so much is because Duran Duran sings the theme song.

When I got home I wondered how many rejection letters would be on my desk. There were only two but they weren't rejection letters. One agency was no longer accepting submissions. Apparently they posted it on their website a day after I had mailed my query. The other, this is really quite funny. The other agency sent back my chapter samples because they preferred reading submissions through email because they wanted people not to waste papers so trees could be saved. Yet they sent me a type written letter along with my chapter samples in a huge envelope saying to re-submit my material through email. ......The frustrations of trying to get published. Sometimes I'm amazed that I haven't lost my sanity. No one said the road to success is easy but I suppose for some people it is. If I was the daughter of a famous author I don't think I would have any publishing problems. All I can do now is hold my breath and pray.

I had an appointment in downtown with the lawyer. I had to sign some papers that had something to do with my mom's estate. I wasn't thrilled going to see him only because I have to pass the hospital where my mom had her treatment. I love the ritzy area despite the hospital being nearby. I wouldn't mind living around there. The houses are so beautiful. Traffic was so horrendous. It was morning rush hour. As I was relaxing in the back seat I couldn't help but notice all the other drivers. Many were drinking cups of coffee while steering with the other hand. Some were yawning, others were on their cell phone while others were singing to the radio. What a hectic life they must have I thought. They live the Rat Race Life. Always on the go. Waking up early and getting themselves ready while making their children's lunches and dropping them off at school and then trying to get to work through rush hour and then driving back home through rush hour to cook dinner and do the laundry. Weekends are spent driving the kids to and from soccer practice and running errands while at the same time they're trying to spend quality time with their spouse. This process repeats itself over and over again. I can't imagine having that kind of life without having help which is why a Cocaine Princess has someone who cooks and cleans for her.

After the meeting with the lawyer I felt like doing some shopping so I the first place I went into was Holt Renfrew- God how I love that store. I bought a gorgeous Gucci bag and a D&G bangle. I went into Chapters Bookstore afterwards and just stood there staring at the books. I was in a daze as I was mentally picturing my books on their shelves. It wasn't until my phone starting ringing my concentration broke. Who could it be? Valentina who else! She called to ask what I was doing and I said shopping what else?! She really called to see how I was doing. I was so happy that I had gone to Aruba. Sometimes we need to get away to break away from our routine in order to recharge our batteries and ourselves. Then she told me something. Keep reading to find out what.

Many of you have been asking about Senor Bling. I truly mean this: when I think about him I feel nothing but disgust. Some of you even emailed me saying I should forgive whatever he did to me and take him back. Cocaine Princess + Forgiveness, those two words really don't go together along with Cocaine Princess + Housework. I can't seem to comprehend how so many women are able to forgive their lovers and I'm not talking about forgiving them for forgetting an anniversary or birthday. They say when you love someone you love them enough to forgive them. This is my own personal opinion but I think forgiveness can only go so far especially when it comes to relationships. To me that fear/paranoia would always be attached to me wondering if they are going to do the same thing again. We've all had our heart broken at one time or another and let's face it, it's not fun. We go through a period of anger, hatred, denial and grief. But with time we somehow are able to recover and eventually move on. They say everyone has a soul mate. I know for sure that mine isn't Senor Bling. I wonder who is? Have I seen him? Has he seen me? Perhaps we've been in the same place at the same time but just didn't see each other? I just had a thought:

Do you believe it's possible for a man to be in love with two women? He could be with one woman while dreaming of another. Kissing another woman's lips while wishing it was the other or making love while picturing the other woman's face. Is he really in love with two women or is he just being greedy? From the woman's standpoint being with a married man, what is the allure?

A female friend of mine is a mistress to a Drug Kingpin and has been for many years. Let's call her 'L.' 'L' is young, beautiful and smart and can have any man she wants yet she chooses to be with a married man. I can tell you that she is extremely well taken care of. 'L' lives in a beautiful and enormous penthouse with a water view, she is given a huge monthly allowance and her Drug Kingpin lover showers her with everything from bling to cars. Anything she wants he gives her. She is treated like royalty. 'L' lives in another city but he communicates with her several times a day. He'll come and visit her while at other times they'll go away for a secret rendezvous. Once she took the train at midnight and there he was waiting for her at the platform with a huge smile. It's easy for him to get away with it because in his line of business he's known to have meetings around the world. All he has to do is tell his wife he's leaving for Europe or the Caribbean for a business meeting when the truth is he's arranged to spend some time with his mistress. It's one thing to be a mistress but to be a mistress to a Drug Kingpin, this is another story to be told at another time.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess


P.S.
Valentina informed me she had added something to the text she had sent to Senor Bling. She let him know about this blog and texted him: 'Now the world will know what a scum-bag you are!'

The Hell With Senor Bling!!!!

Cocaine Princess here.

My loyal and loving readers, thank you for your opinions regarding Senor Bling. I took them all to heart.

Our last night in Aruba and Valentina's daddy took us to Ruinas del Mar but not before Valentina and I hit the mall yet again. I can never tire of shopping. If shopping was an Olympic sport a Cocaine Princess would win hands down.

As I was getting ready for dinner I was sitting in front of the vanity mirror adjusting my diamond choker when Valentina's daddy came into the room and wanted to talk to me about Senor Bling. I looked over at Valentina who was applying her lipstick. She turned the other way. She must have told him how I was thinking about getting back with Senor Bling. How else could her daddy have known? 'I'll deal with her later' I said to myself. She slunk out of the room and went downstairs leaving me with her daddy. 'Valentina informed me you are thinking of forgiving Senor Bling, is this true?' he asked. 'It was just a thought,' I replied back. 'I don't know why I keep thinking about him,' I added. 'Ask yourself this question: if he truly loved you, shouldn't he have been honest with you from the start?' he asked. 'He didn't even have enough respect to tell you the truth from the beginning.' He went onto say that he knew I was hurting on the inside and was so overwhelmed with emotions that I wasn't thinking clear and was substituting one kind of pain for another. 'You don't deserve someone like him,' he said. 'If someone loves you, they wouldn't hurt you. And he hurt you so he doesn't love you. And he'll hurt you again and again. You're a Princess who deserves a Prince.' I couldn't help but get a little teary eyed. He then held my face and said 'I love you like my own flesh and blood. You and Valentina are the only two things I care and love more than anything else in this world.' He then kissed me on the forehead and left. He made so much sense. It was true, I was in pain, still am in pain and so maybe I thought I needed Senor Bling to keep me distracted. Sometimes it takes another loving person to make you come out from the fog and make you see things much clearer. Valentina's daddy was right, I don't deserve someone like Senor Bling. The hell with him!!!! Why would I degrade myself for him? I have never lowered my standards for anyone or anything so why would I start now? About 10 minutes after Valentina's daddy left I caught Valentina peeking her head in the doorway. 'Is it safe for me to come in?' she questioned. 'Of course,' I said. She came in and sat down beside me as I was fixing my makeup. A few teardrops smeared a little bit of it. 'Are you mad at me for telling daddy?' 'No,' I replied. 'I should say thank you to you Valentina, your daddy put things in perspective.' 'So is he totally out of your system now?' she asked. 'You're not going to start thinking about him ever again are you?' I reassured my best friend that he was completely out of my system and whatever feelings I had for him had instantly died after talking to her daddy and those feelings would never again be resurrected. Wow I can't believe how good I feel. So-so good. A loyal blogger friend of mine said, 'a leopard never changes its' spots.' So-so true.
That's all for now. I'll tell you more about dinner at my favorite restaurant a little later.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

What Is A Cocaine Princess To Do?

Cocaine Princess here and I have a dilemma.

Last night I had yet another sleepless night. Maybe it's time I sought some sort of medical help. Valentina was up too last night only because she had an absolute weird craving for Beluga Caviar and a strawberry-kiwi Wine Cooler. I don't like caviar. I don't like seafood. Instead I had some chocolate truffles. As we were both enjoying our pricey midnight-snack I was up stressing about how many pounds I've gained during this trip and not being able to stop eating the truffles. I tried not to eat anymore of the delicious delights but they were one of my favorite kind, chocolate raspberry. If that wasn't enough I began thinking about Senor Bling. God help me!!! I don't know what is wrong with me and why I was thinking about him. Valentina must have had some sort of 6th-sense because she looked up at me before taking a sip and said 'quit thinking about him.' 'Who?' I innocently asked. 'You-know-who-I'm talking about,' she replied. 'I can't help it,' I admitted. It was true I couldn't help it. Thoughts of him were flooding my mind over and over again and even though I am beyond furious at what he did I can't help but think of all the lustful and erotic things we did together. I miss it and him. Oh God I was starting to weaken. People who betray/hurt me are cut out of my life for good and I don't forgive them. But if I was to take Senor Bling back it would mean for the first time in my life I will have forgiven someone by bringing them back into my life. Would I be able to live with myself? He hurt me once before, will he hurt me again? At this point I'm concerned what Valentina's daddy would say to me or what he would do if he knew I went back to Senor Bling? What is a Cocaine Princess to do? Oh sweet and angelic Cupid why are you putting me through this?
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The Country That Bitches The Most Is The One That....

Even though I felt sleepy I didn't sleep not even one for one second last night. I just sat on the balcony hearing the waves crash and watching the bodyguards patrol the property.

Valentina and I headed down to the beach where where breakfast was served to us. It's so beautiful here, the water is so immaculate and the sand is sugar white. As I was eating a juicy pineapple ring Valentina was busy texting a message. 'Who are you texting?' I asked. 'Senor Bling,' she replied. 'I sent him a message: I suggested that he pick out a coffin because if he ever tries to contact you in anyway including through me, I'm telling daddy. 'Does he know we're in Aruba? He's not going to be at your daddy's meeting?' I questioned. 'Remember Senor Bling doesn't work with daddy. He works for daddy,' Valentina reminded me. 'You know he's been sucking up to daddy?' 'Really? What's he been doing?' I curiously asked. 'Last week he sent daddy this real expensive bottle of champagne to wish him success on the new creation. 'But it backfired big time. He broke rule#1: never directly contact the boss. The boss will contact you through his people. And the champagne bottle he sent, daddy has a wine cellar full of them. Forget him!' she said. 'I already have' I replied. Valentina then said 'let's go shopping!' 'We just got to the beach and we haven't even been in the water yet' I stated. 'I know but there's a couple of more jewelery stores I want to go into. Please, please, please,' Valentina pleaded. I've never said no to shopping unless it's grocery shopping. That I don't do. So after getting changed we headed back into town. The media was everywhere today. The reason? The three original suspects in the Holloway disappearance have been re-arrested due to new found evidence. The third suspect is still in the Netherlands and I believe they are going to extradite him. So as we maneuvered our way past all the press people we went back into the mall to pick up a couple of more new jewelry pieces. After that we went bikini shopping at a cute little boutique which I'm hoping to be able to make use of after all Aruba is known to have one of the ten best beaches in the world.

In my last blog I wrote about a major drug bust that was planned. When I first heard about the bust I had my suspicions because it was just too perfect, flawless. Here's the full scoop from my golden, little birdie. Once in awhile Mexico and even Colombia will fake a major drug bust and advertise all about it in the press for all the world to read in particular the USA, to show them how serious they are in fighting the war on drugs. The US government constantly whines and complains that Latin America doesn't do enough to stop the flow of drugs from entering into the US and accuses them of not taking the drug war serious. So they orchestrate a bust. This way it shuts them the hell up for a few months. The country that bitches the most is the one that consumes and demands the most, go figure.

As for Valentina's daddy's business meeting: her daddy doesn't exactly have the typical 9-5 job. Sometimes he'll be up for days. Valentina's daddy prefers to hold meetings in foreign places. Sometimes he'll hold a meeting aboard a yacht and all the other businessmen are brought to the yacht by their own private boats and sometimes they'll even be helicoptered in. Once he held a meeting in his private jet on the airport tarmac. I remember that particular meeting. I don't remember the details of what went on in the meeting but I was there with Valentina in the back bedroom. We must have been about 9 years old and we had our headphones on while listening to Madonna and Duran Duran while filling up our tummies with Pringles and Coke- the drink not the drug. It wasn't very long the meeting, it only lasted about 10 minutes because the jet then took off. We were on our way to London. This particular meeting was a discussion about.........

The weekend is fast approaching and I have no idea what Valentina has in store for us. I have a feeling we won't be leaving the island until she and I have been into every jewelery store in Aruba. I did managed to enjoy the beach today.
That's all for now.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

P.S. If you wondering what Senor Bling's text message said to Valentina. Sorry my loving and loyal friends, I don't kiss and tell. I just tease.

Senor Bling Must Have A Death Wish

Cocaine Princess here.

I am writing this blog from the beautiful island of Aruba. I left late Saturday morning after Valentina called me Friday night. Her daddy was heading to the island for a business meeting and of course Valentina wanted to come along and naturally invited me, she always does. Her daddy wanted me to come along as well, in fact he insisted and was not going to take no for an answer.

I don't know how many of you have been to this island but it is a tiny island off the coast of Venezuela. Contrary to what you may have heard about Aruba, it is a very safe island providing you exercise common sense. For example don't get into a car full of strange guys that you pick up in bar after doing shots.

Today Valentina and I went shopping at Renaissance Mall with our bodyguards. It's a beautiful pink and white colored mall. The majority of the stores in Aruba are jewelery stores geared mostly at tourists but there are stores geared towards the locals as well. It was so beautiful today. The sun was shining so bright, the weather was in the high 30's with slight trade winds. The complete opposite of back home. I heard from 'A' that a snow storm is arriving.
I was wearing my little white strapless dress and gold sandals with bare legs. I can't tell you how free I felt. Valentina and I decided to go shopping instead of hitting the beach like most people would probably do but then again we Cocaine Princesses are not like most people. The first store we went shopping in was of course a jewelery store- a woman can never be too thin or have too much jewelery. I saw a gorgeous pendant in the window and I asked the salesman for a closer look. It was a gorgeous diamond panther pendant sitting on top of a huge green cabochon.
I simply adored it and knew I had to have it in my collection. How I love shiny and expensive baubles. Valentina purchased two chunky diamond bracelets and a matching necklace. After our mid-morning jewelery spree for some reason I started craving for a banana split. We found an ice-cream place inside the mall and each ordered one. I absolutely love the island of Aruba. It's not too small and not too big. As Valentina and I were each nearing an ice-cream headache her cell phone rang. It was her daddy asking how we were and then asked to speak to one of the bodyguards who went to one side. I have no idea what that conversation was about. After our ice-cream break we walked around the mall some more. There's hotel connected to the mall and even a boat shuttle that'll take you to Renaissance Island, a private little beach.

For supper Valentina's daddy took his two favorite princesses to a restaurant at the Hyatt Resort, Ruinas del Mar. My favorite, favorite restaurant in the whole entire world. Her daddy reserved the entire outside patio because he knows how much I love the restaurant. The bodyguards stood near by. It was such a perfect night with the entire sky lit up with twinkling diamonds and the swans were gliding gracefully in the pond. A lot of tourists who were sitting inside were peaking through the window at us. I suppose they were wondering who we were. Valentina at one point asked me, 'how much would you pay me if I was to stick my tongue out at the next person who peaks through the window?' 'You wouldn't?' I said but then I thought she just probably might. 'I'm kidding,' she then said. I wasn't convinced because she can be a bit cheeky at times but tonight she behaved by keeping her tongue in place during supper.
Afterwards we went into the hotel's casino. A live salsa band was playing and the place was packed with hungry gamblers with a drink and either a cigarette or cigar in hand. Most of the US tourists were puffing on a Cuban. I hate the smell of smoke. I lost ocunt how many times I held my breath. Valentina's daddy gave us a grand a piece to spend while he played at the black-jack table. He had quite the lucky night winning over 200 grand. While Valentina and I tried our luck at the slot machines she received a text message. She took a look at it and said 'Oh my God the nerve of him. He's actually texting me.' 'Who?' I asked. 'Senor Bling,' she replied. 'What?' I said. 'Senor Bling sent me a text. That bastard must have a death wish especially if I tell daddy.' 'Why didn't you just block him?' I asked. 'Because I thought he had the common sense not to contact me,' she explained. 'What did he say?' I inquired. 'He wants me to give you a message,' Valentina replied.

We left the Hyatt close to 3am and Valentina is fast asleep. How lucky she is to be able to fall asleep without any problems. And then there's me the insomniac writer who's blogging away.
So much more I need to tell you like what Valentina's daddy's business meeting was all about. Before I go I have some news from my golden, little birdie.

A few weeks ago there was a major, major drug busts in Manzanillo, Mexico. The drugs supposedly came from Colombia. Over $400 million dollars worth of drugs were seized. How on earth could something like this happen? Was there a leak? Did a loyal dog perhaps turn on his master? According to what I heard it wasn't really a bust. It was planned. I'm starting to feel a little sleepy now.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Snow in the Caribbean

Cocaine Princess here.

I have to get this out of the way, PEOPLE named Matt Damon The Sexiest Man Alive. OMG I'm going to be sick!!! Are the editors at the magazines blind?! What about David Beckham or Johnny Depp!!

I haven't received any letters this week from any of the 20 or so agents I queried about a month ago. These particular batch of literary agents wrote on their website it could take anywhere from 8-12 weeks. I wrote in a previous blog about how worried I was if I ran out of literary agents to send query letters to. Someone by the name of mr. r. rabbit replied with an answer. I won't tell you what he wrote. Look in the comment section in the blog entitled: 12 Questions.

Many of you have emailed me asking if Valentina's daddy is going to inflict any type of harm on Senor Bling? I can assure you that no physical harm will come to him. At least I don't think so. Even though I was warned not to get involved with him I didn't deserve what he did to me. He has lost me for good! I will never ever be involved with him again nor will I ever speak to him again. His loss!

I really and truly hate November. When October came I was hoping the month would go so slow but it didn't. It's such an emotional month for me that I feel so exhausted that I can actually feel the life sucking out of me. I feel like the angel in the above picture. There are those days when I want to collapse and fall but I don't. (That statue is titled THE WEEPING ANGEL and is in my backyard in honor of my mom) I actually wanted it at my mom's grave but 'he' said 'no' and wouldn't allow it. Actually his exact words were 'absolutely not. Forget it!! I remember telling Valentina about it and within 24 hours on my doorstep was a box. I looked inside and low and behold a statue of The Weeping Angel was inside. A handwritten note was attached that said if 'he' has a problem with it tell him to contact me directly! The note and statue was from Valentina's daddy. I remember placing the note in a visible place and I caught him reading it. That same day I had someone place it in the backyard for me. To my knowledge he hasn't contacted Valentina's daddy and I don't think he will.

'He' doesn't make things easier for me either. I know 'he' prefers his other family over me. I know this because of the tone in his voice each time he speaks to me or the way he looks at me and his behavior towards me. I don't know how he does it but whenever I start feeling good or happy he swoops down in and kills it. Today I was having a good day. My nails were manicured, my feet had been pedicured and then I had my hair done. I then saw a gorgeous dress at Marciano, a beautiful, white shiny one that screamed buy me, buy me! So I did. It was one of those really good days that we are lucky to sometimes have. When I came home I picked up my pen and notebook and the words were flowing beautifully up until 'he' came into the room. 'He' was talking on the phone to one of them so loud that I swear 'he' does it on purpose. (I suppose because I'm not his. He knows the truth and whose blood lies in me and because of that he knows not to cross the line, he can't) Must 'he' flaunt it in front of my face? I seriously believe 'he' lacks the gene that gives a person compassion and sensitivity. Every time 'he' calls them he goes on and on praising them to me. I swear 'he' does it just to be cruel. 'He' is the type of person who enjoys putting salt on a wound. 'He' was laughing on the phone and saying how much he missed them all and how proud he is of them all. I just got up and left and went upstairs. 'A' then came up to see me and told me I shouldn't let 'him' get to me. Easier said than done.

Valentina called me today. Actually she's been calling 4-5 times a day now. She knows how much I hate this month. For her it's August. She tries cheering me up as she knows all too well about the situation with 'he.' I can't tell how many times Valentina's daddy has asked me to live with them. I might just take him up on his offer one day. I try to avoid 'he' in the house or I just go out. It's such a sense of relief being away from him and when 'he' leaves the house I feel so free that I start crying but I feel a little better afterwards. So much is bottled inside of me that I can't show any emotion in front of him. Even though I cry it doesn't compromise my strength because I know what goes around comes around. 'He' can have his other family, I really don't give a damn! I am thankful i have no relation to him and for Valentina's daddy and his lawyers, soon he won't be living with us much more. He can't touch my my mom's assets. He knows not to cross the line, he knows whose blood runs inside of me. (Maybe I do. I wouldn't be hurting this much if I didn't care.) 'He' knows how hard this month is for me yet 'he' does nothing to try to make it a little easier for me. Instead 'he' inflicts verbal and emotional pain on me. It's almost as if 'he' gets pleasure from it. How does one heal emotional pain? When someone is physically hurt their wound is treated with medication and a band-aid. But how do you heal emotional pain? There are no band-aids nor is there anyone to kiss your boo-boo. You feel so little and when that happens I begin to question myself. Maybe I'm foolish to be chasing a dream of wanting to become a published writer? Maybe I'm wasting my time? And then my, well I can't really say who but there is someone close to my heart that I adore. And this special person who is really like my guardian angel contacts me at always the right time to reassure me that no I am not foolish and nor I am wasting my time. And all of you my fellow bloggers, I love and thank you for your wonderful and kind comments. A fellow blogger and sweet friend of mine recently sent me an email raving about how wonderful blogging is. All the new people we are able to meet while blogging, people whom we never would have probably met.

Everyday when the mail arrives I am either nervous or excited or both. Faith and Persistence is what I keep telling myself over and over again. For every door that closes another one opens they say. I just wish I knew which door is going to open for me. But I guess that's life. What would life be like if we all knew ahead of time what and when and how things would happen in our life? Life would be very dull to say the least but I think for me it would cut down on my anxiety level if I just knew which agency was going to represent me.

So many of you are quite curious about the 'new creation' I wrote about in my last blog. Like I already wrote I can't reveal much. Its' name is quite unique with a story behind it, I guess I shouldn't have wrote that because now you're going to want me to drop a hint.

Someone asked me 'what exactly does it do? Imagine you're driving in a car on a long stretch of highway at full speed. Approaching in the other lane is another vehicle and you decide to have a little fun by going into the other lane. You feel invincible that you press your foot on the gas pedal even harder and now you're driving even faster. The other car is beeping their horn non-stop for you to get out of the way. But are you worried? No. Instead you feel the temperature in your body slowly rising as you start to feel something inside of you is going to erupt. You're so close you can see the panic stricken look on the other driver's face before he swerves and goes off into the field. And at the exact moment your body and mind erupt, some call it almost orgasmic as it attacks and shocks your senses on every level leaving you breathless and wanting more. Others have called it a spiritual event, a spiritual awakening and rising.

How did this creation come about? It took the chemists years to develop into such a magnificent creation. These chemists who work for the Cartel are such geniuses that they can make it 'snow' in the Caribbean. They find new and innovative ways to smuggle drugs in and out of the country without detection. It's almost scary how smart they are. So, so brilliant that sometimes I think they could find the solution to end world hunger and bring about world peace. I applaud them!

Earlier when Valentina called she said her daddy had placed the gift she wanted on page 103 from the Neiman Marcus Christmas Book. I placed my order along with a bunch of other stuff.
It's close to 4am and I am wide awake without a yawn is sight. I thank you all for sending me good sleep tips. None of them worked but I thank you for being so thoughtful.

In about 3 hours my favorite, favorite group of all time DURAN DURAN is performing live on Good Morning America. Their new song Falling Down is simply one of their best. Can't wait until they announce their world tour dates. In the meantime I keep myself busy writing. I am working as most of you know about 'B' and the Priest.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

P.S. I just finished watching GMA. They didn't preform until near the end. Simon looked so incredibly handsome: those cheeks and lips, what a luscious looking man! I wonder what Andy is thinking? I wonder if he regrets leaving the band?