Captain Jack Sparrow and The Great Pumpkin....

Cocaine Princess here wishing you all a devilish and horrifying Halloween!!!!!!

I just love Halloween! Aside from Christmas it's one of my most favorite holidays. St. Valentine's Day and Carnival tie for second. I think one of the reasons I love Halloween so much is the ability to express your creativity and to scare yourself silly. And of course the chocolates, my one day to indulge and not feel guilty. I was looking out the window early this morning and watching all the little kids heading off to school in their costumes. I counted at least 22 Captain Jack Sparrows which seems to be a popular choice of costumes for the boys. The kids will usually start ringing the doorbell at around 5:30pm and I'll be waiting. While getting myself ready, on TV It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! was playing. I make it a point to watch that and Garfield's Halloween Special every year.
As I predicted the doorbell started ringing at 5:30 and the kids were so adorable and cute in their costumes. So many Capt. Jack Sparrows, witches, princesses, angels and devils, ninjas and one was even dressed as Premier Dalton McGinely. Close to 300 kids showed up. There's about 75 mini chocolates left over. Every time I go into the kitchen I grab one, okay I lied. I grab three! I told 'A' to move the bowl into the cupboard. I was going to go out to a party nearby but then I decided to stay in and help out 'A.' All month long she's been doing Halloween activities for her class of 5 and 6 year olds and I think she was all Halloween' ed out. I didn't mind helping her. I didn't wear a costume so instead I got all dressed up and received a lot of nice compliments from parents who wanted to take my picture with their children. I of course said yes, how could I refuse?
Later in the evening Valentina called me. She said her daddy was still concerned about the threat. I told her to tell him not to worry. But that wasn't the real reason she called. She wanted to know why I was avoiding Senor Bling's telephone calls? So I told her the reason.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Illegitimi Non Carborundum

Cocaine Princess here. Last night I had the most unbelievable night's rest! I tried going to bed at 1:30am and I didn't wake up until exactly 8 hours later. OMG I couldn't believe it. When I woke up I felt so refreshed and re-energized. There's an old saying, 'if you can't sleep it's because your soul is restless.' Perhaps yesterday my soul became restful. I don't know about tonight.....
I went out today with 'A.' She needed to get some Halloween things for her students. This year she teaches a big class, 31 students compared to 20 last year. To more important things, what did I buy? I bought some notebooks and some more pens. I write everything in long hand first. I'm not the kind who sits at a lap-top and starts typing away. I tried in the beginning but the words were not flowing smoothly as they did and still do with my ink pen and my trusty notebook. I also bought a cute little black and grey skirt
from GUESS and two cashmere sweaters. I was in the change room trying them on and my cell phone rings. I say hello and it's Valentina. In a very professional voice she says: There's someone on the line who wishes to speak to you, please hold. I did for about two seconds and who was it? Her daddy. Oh God, I said to myself, I know what this is about. He asked me why I didn't inform him right away about the threat someone left on my blog? I told him it was just some idiot trying to get attention and I had left him a written message. I handled it in a way that I believed was appropriate but Valentina's daddy wasn't convinced a written message was enough or even appropriate. His exact words, 'you need to always strike hard first so they know not to mess with you ever again.' I believe that to be true in his line of business but not in mine. Maybe the idiot received the message because he hasn't said anything, at least not yet. Her daddy liked all my blog entries very much and told me not to let the rejection letters bring me down. He ended by saying three words:
Illegitimi Non Carborundum.
Actually he ended by saying, 'I love you like my own daughter.

For those of you who need a translation: Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down.

That's all for today.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

You Know What Happens If You Screw With A Cocaine Princess?

Cocaine Princess here. I want to thank all of you who have been so supportive of my blogs. I appreciate all your comments. Thank you all for standing by me.

Once again I am so sorry but I cannot privately email you with details of 'B' or about anything else. You're just going to have to patiently wait until my books come out.

I had another sleepless night, the fifth night in a row. When I was little I use to hear stories about Mr. Sandman. I have a message for him, where the hell are you Mr. Sandman?! Did I say or do something to upset you? If I have I'm so sorry. Please let me sleep. I have tried drinking warm milk, taking a warm bath and even drinking chamomile tea. Nothing seems to be working. I am fully and wide awake at night and during the day. I can't even remember when the last time I yawned was, possibly several weeks ago. My mind just races at night. There's so much that's inside my head involving my characters and their lives and what they've told me and things that I've seen that it constantly plays over and over again in my head. There is no pause for the night button. It's non-stop. On the plus side I've written several chapters. Yesterday morning as I was writing two of my nails broke. I looked at clock and it said 5:00am. I thought 'great I have to wait 5 hours until the mall opens. Later in the day I called my driver and I told him to first take me to Yorkville where I got my nails done and then I had him drop me off at the Eaton Center. I bought some chocolates for the trick or treaters. I never buy the cheap stuff, only and always the best and I always buy extra. I don't want to turn away any child because I ran out of candy. So there I was at the mall shopping trying on a pair of shoes at BeBe when I started craving for pizza. You all know my strict rule about eating during the week. I had a can of Slim Fast before I left home so I figured I would be fine but the aroma of the pizza was spreading throughout the mall. I was really good for about an hour controlling my hunger but then I got thinking, 'I haven't slept in five days and I've been writing non-stop, so maybe I deserve to break the rule just this one time.'
So there I am enjoying my pepperoni slice from Sbarro. The food court was packed with a lot of people having lunch from nearby offices as well as shoppers like me. I'm sitting at a table with my slice and the grease is leaking through the paper plate and I'm thinking how delicious it's going to taste when my cell phone rang. I answered it and before I could even say hello, Valentina started yelling at me. She was mad at me after reading my last blog and was very p'offed for not telling her about a certain person(s) leaving nasty comments. I told her that I left them a message but according to her writing a message simply wasn't enough. At that point Valentina started speaking spanish and I just put the phone down and started eating my slice as she continued yelling. There was no point in talking to her because when she gets angry no one can get a word in edge wise. It wasn't until I was half-way through my pizza there was finally silence and then I quickly picked up the phone. Valentina asked me if I had listened to a word she said. I told her yes but she didn't believe me because she lectured me on what it means being a Cocaine Princess: We are fiercely strong. We don't take crap from anyone. Bottom line: Screw with a Cocaine Princess and we introduce you to our daddies friends.

I have a little ornament of Snoopy as The Literary Ace sitting at his typewriter typing out what he hopes to be the greatest novel ever written that starts with these 7 famous words, 'it was a dark and stormy night.' In the comic strips Snoopy waits in anticipation by the mailbox only to receive rejection letters. But does that stop Snoopy from writing or even when he hears negative comments from Lucy? Of course not! People who say you can't do something are either too afraid to do it themselves or they've failed doing it and therefore discourage others from succeeding. Every word that I write is such a labor of love. Every word that I have written and will write comes from the truth of my heart. People who dream and work hard at becoming writers, actors and singers- we don't it for the money, we do it for the love. Because God knows if I was doing it for the money I would have quit a long time ago. I love writing. It's a do or die thing for me. I'm not giving up. No is not an option. Some people may call this stubborness. I call it pursuing my passion. After all some say the secret to success is staying hungry.
Last week I mailed at least a dozen query letters to various agents, no responses yet. I honestly don't know what's worse? Waiting for a response or receiving a rejection letter. It is said that without pain in life we can never truly appreciate life and everything that happens good or bad, there's always a reason. We don't always find out what that reason is right away especially when something good happens. We are of course grateful but sometimes we fail to question why it happened? When something bad happens our minds become so entangled with such agony and turmoil that we raise our fists to the heavens demanding answers right away. But when those answers can't be found, we cry, we scream, we yell, sometimes we stay silent. Other times we jet off to a tropical island to escape the pain. But we don't really escape the pain do we? It's still with us, it just goes numb for about a week because we drink so much island rum. This period of my life that I am going through is my waiting period. I'm waiting to get published and there must be a reason why I am going through this period of torture. I don't know what the reason is yet but when I do receive my publishing deal, I will look back and say 'it was worth the pain of waiting' and then I can start breathing again and God willing, be able to fall asleep.

In life we come across so many people and there are those certain people who we instantly make a connection with because they touch us in ways that are indescribable. From a spiritual standpoint one could say the reason we make such a deep connection is because we shared a past with that individual and the souls remember. Others might say it's just a simple matter of biology. I don't think there's really one definite answer. Whatever the reason I believe there are good people. Good, complete people that are strangers who come into your life when you least expect it. And they turn your world around by injecting a ray of light into your life. And that light begins to slowly take away the pain your heart, mind and soul is feeling. Why do they come into your life at such an important time? Maybe a higher power hears your hearts' pleas.

To My Newest And Dearest Friend, Whoever You Are,
your inspirational words, your encouragement and your constant belief in me means more
than you'll ever know. They are forever carved into my heart. I truly do hope that we are able to meet- I can visualize it: I'm on my book tour and I see you. I get up and give you a big hug and say Thank You for helping me achieve my dream. (I guess I can't really do that since I don't know what you look like, so instead you'll have to introduce yourself to me. It'll be okay if you cut in front of the line. May we always stay in touch........Have a safe and wonderful weekend. May you find your light.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
aka Your Secret Friend

So Whoever You Are If You Want to Hate Me Go Ahead But Know This:

Cocaine Princess here. So, are you just dying to find out what happened between Senor Bling and I? I know you are because I keep on receiving emails requesting that I publish the details. Sorry but a Cocaine Princess never kisses and tells. I do about others but never myself.

I also have been receiving soooo many emails asking when my books will be published. Others are asking 'what are the stipulations in the will or to describe in detail the acts that 'B' preforms for the Priest. What is his fetish? They all swear they won't tell a soul. Others are fascinated by my pics and want to see my face and would like to know my name. All I have to say is:

When the time is right The Cocaine Princess will reveal herself.

I would like to thank everyone who has been purchasing my new line of stationary products and to those certain individuals who bought my boxers shorts, I thank you and I'm glad you find them so comfy. Some of you have been requesting that you would like me, the Cocaine Princess to autograph the items, in particular the greeting cards by mailing them to me and then me mailing the items back to you. That would mean I would have to provide you with my address. Because I work from home and not an office it is not possible for me to fulfill this request. I hope you understand. Keep checking back, more items will be coming and more images too.

It is come to my attention there is a person(s) who has been leaving nasty and negative comments on my blogs. I wasn't bothered by the messages because as a model I have developed a thick skin and honestly I never have and never will care what others think of me. Most of the messages state I should be ashamed of who I am, slamming me because of my wealth by writing I shouldn't be jetting around the world and spending money on nonsense items such as designer bags and shoes. The sensible thing for me would be to just ignore the situation and their comments. But after finding out this person(s) is trying to shut down my blog so people can't read my posts and saying that I should be dead, I cannot and will not stay quiet any longer.

Urging people not to read my blogs or even making an attempt to shut it down is plain and simple censorship which I am totally 100% against.

I believe we are all entitled to our opinions but to tell someone they can't read, listen or even watch something because they disagree or find some aspect of it offensive, is wrong and unfair. I believe censorship comes out of fear. Fear of having an open mind. So many of us have been programmed to think a certain way that when we see, read or listen to something that's a little different we automatically think it's wrong. We fear to think out of the box. With censorship artists will lose their ability and their artistic freedom. There are so many great books to be read, songs to be heard and movies to be seen, is it fair that people won't be able to because some group/organization has found the material to be offensive in their minds? Because they find it offensive doesn't mean it is offensive to others. Don't let others speak for you. Don't let others make decisions for you. Keep an open and decide for yourself.

If you don't like my blogs or my opinions that's fine. As I already wrote everyone is entitled to their opinion but don't force your opinion on others. This all started after I wrote my opinion on the War On Drugs. Perhaps I struck a nerve and this person(s) is too afraid to admit to themselves that I am right?

It is obvious that this person(s) leads a boring, pathetic life and is trying to tear me down and bring me to their level: would that make you happy? Is it fair to condemn a person because they have money. I enjoy and deserve to live and love life to the fullest. If I wish to spend 25grand on a Hermes bag I will! If I want to spend $3200 on facial treatments a month to keep my skin looking young I will! How dare this person slam me because I have money. What I do and how I spend my money is no one's damn business!! I am not ashamed of who I am. I am proud of who I am.

So whoever you are if you want to hate me go ahead but know this:

You Cannot And Will Not Shatter Me.
You Cannot And Will Not Condemn Me.
You Cannot And Will Not Destroy Me.
You Cannot And Will Not Cripple Me.
You Cannot And Will Not Suppress Me.
You Cannot And Will Not Embarrass Me.
You Cannot And Will Not Silence Me.
You Cannot And Will Not Bully Me.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

OK People, I Need To Explain Something

As much as I appreciate and adore your comments, I have been receiving emails from published writers who are offering me their advice on my writing technique by telling me what I should or shouldn't do. OK people I need to explain something. The writing I do in these blogs are in no way I reflection on how I write in my manuscripts. The writing I do in here is just a place for me to talk about my day, it's a form of release, a way to relax.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The Drug Cartel: A Sensual, Seductive and Glittering World

The Cocaine Princess is back after an exhausting but fun long weekend. Do I have a lot to tell you.

So what do you think happens at a party thrown by a Cocaine Princess? Perhaps cocaine is served on a silver platter and its' passed around as party guests take turns doing lines or maybe we all videotape ourselves having meaningless sex and then we leak the tape onto the Internet? That's not what happens, at least not at the parties that are thrown by Valentina.
To begin with every party is a total production with professional party planners and there is no budget. It can start anywhere from 100grand and go up. Held in million dollar villas, resorts, yachts and on islands that are located in some of the most exotic places in the world. This time Valentina's party took place at one of her family's villas at an undisclosed location. Sorry but I can't tell you where. Well ok, I will give you a hint. It's a hot, tropical place with lots of palm trees. That narrows it down, huh?
Her chefs were flown in from a famous restaurant in London and another from Paris along with their assistants and each and everyone of them including the party planners and decorating team had to sign a confidentiality agreement. The DJ was actually her cousin who is a professional DJ. His dad is one of Valentina's entourage of lawyers. The decorations were astonishing. The decorators had been there for over a week and they were doing last minute touches. Every palm tree on the property was covered in mini lights and inside the walls were covered in fabric. In the middle of the main room where the party was taking place was an enormous floral chandelier with literally thousands of hand strung red rose petals. Tables were set up with silk tablecloths and a European crystal vase was in the middle filled with overflowing roses. Expensive china and cutlery was at every place setting and every table had a gold ice bucket with crystal trim. And on ice were C.D.M. Short for Cristal, Dom P. and Moet. The chairs had the same silk fabric covering the cushion seat but with gold swirly designs. Lighting effects were projected onto the wall with neon colors and vivid designs. Outside on the lanai was Moroccan inspired with couches and colorful pillows over looking the water. There was even a bar made from ice and chiseled were the words LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE. Her invitations were sent out about a month earlier and cost 20grand alone. They arrived by special delivery in a silk, oval shaped box and inside was the invitation that had a hologram effect with all the details. On top of the box was the guest's name spelled out in swarovski crystals. Inside the box along with the invitation was a gift varying from jewelery to pens made from gold- that was my gift, to electronic gifts.
As for security detail: Security cameras were positioned all around the property hidden in palm trees and statues and every bodyguard came with a gun and a Doberman. They looked all so cute, the Doberman dogs not the bodyguards. The dogs all had diamond collars around their necks with her daddy's initials spelled out in rubies. Valentina agreed the dogs looked cute but also warned they were very vicious and could shred a person to pieces in mere minutes. The bodyguards and the diamond Doberman dogs stood around the property like a fence. They were everywhere on the street and even on the roof. When I arrived at the villa with Valentina the decorators were doing last minute touches, her cousin the DJ was testing the music and speakers with Arman Van Helden's I Want Your Soul while Valentina did a food inspection in the kitchen. To an outsider observing all this they might assume it was a party for a member of the Royal Family. Sort of, a Cocaine Princess does consider herself Latin Royalty.
As I was getting ready in one of the master bedrooms I was staying in (every bedroom in a 40,000 square foot villa is a master bedroom) I saw a picture I hadn't seen in ages. It was a picture of my mom and Valentina's mom taken at Studio 54 in 1980. They were both wearing outfits designed by Halston. It just blew my mind in such a way that tears started forming in my eyes. I held them back because I didn't want to ruin my makeup. I saw Valentina's reflection in the huge mirror. She was standing in the doorway and said,"I get that way too each time I see that picture. Beautiful aren't they? Two former and very beautiful Cocaine Princesses. We're an extension of them"

The party started with a bang. The guests were very close friends- Valentina's daddy's business associates all have children and then there are her cousins and their significant others. As wild as Valentina's parties are at the same time they are tamed. At her parties there are no drugs and no one is secretly getting high because security would know in an instant. Alcohol, well that's another story. C.D.M flowed all night long.

One of the things that I love to do at these parties is sometimes I stand to one side observing and taking things in and for some reason people tell me things. Intimate, detailed things. At first I thought it was because they know I am a writer and so maybe secretly they want me to write about them. I always carry my pen and notebook in my purse. Everything is written in point form and then later on I write it out fully in my diary. It doesn't matter how late it is, I need to write it all down when it's fresh and new. I think I have to write for my sanity's sake. There are so many things that I have seen and heard that if I didn't release them in some way I would burn up inside. Maybe this is the reason why people confide in me too.

I haven't explained the reason why Valentina threw this party. No reason. Just because she wanted to. See we love life. We love enjoying life even though there are bouts of sadness. We eat, we drink, we dance! Like everything else in our lives our get togethers are done on a grand scale. We have money and we sure as hell know how to enjoy it!!!!!!!!!!

At about 2am I tried to make my way out to the lanai but each time I did someone grabbed my hand and wanted to dance with me. When I finally made it outside I cozied up on the couch where Valentina caught up with me. She plopped down beside me with an elegant champagne flute of Dom P. She told me to take a sip and I did. That was the only alcoholic drink I had all night. I wasn't going to risk it by falling asleep and missing everything. Looking inside I noticed a familiar face. I signaled her and she came over to us and gave Valentina and I each a hug and kiss and then sat with us. I had first met this person a few years back at a party thrown by Valentina's dad and was introduced to her. Who is this person? Let's just call her 'B' and 'B' has 2 other older sisters and they are all married to 3 men who are all brothers. 3 sisters married 3 brothers who are involved in the exciting world of drugs. They all live together in one gigantic mansion. 'B' despite her being married is having a little action on the side. Who is she having an affair with? Her Priest. Yes I said Priest. When I first met her she had been married for about a year and Valentina being polite just casually asked her how married life was? She replied that she was quite happy and then let the cat out of the bag. We thought she was joking but she wasn't. I didn't know what to say. What could I have said? But Valentina said something, 'you have sex with a Priest? She replied no and then said something very confusing, 'I've never had sex with him.' Confusing isn't it? She's having an affair with a Priest but has never actually had intercourse with him. So she explained it to us. 'I preform sexual acts for him......' And that is all the Cocaine Princess is going to tell you. She gave us a full and accurate description of everything she does for him but you're just going to have to wait until my book comes out to read about it. I once asked Valentina what this particular Priest looks like since she had seen him before. Valentina claimed she vomited a little in her mouth when she saw him. She described the Padre as a fat, old man with a bad comb-over. 'Sorta like Marlon Brando in Don Juan DeMarco.' And when I asked how old he is, 'he's a relic, 55 years old.' Then Valentina gave me the 411 about the 3 brothers:
Their father is on his death-bed. Before he got sick he was in control and in charge of the family business. While on his deathbed his sons were dying themselves to find out who will be next in line. Naturally one would assume it would be the oldest. But that's not the case. What they didn't know was their daddy had re-written his will with added stipulations. If none of the stipulations are carried out their rights will be forfeited and all their assets and property will be donated to the church. The same church that Padre Horn Dog preaches at. The patriarch of the family died 7 months ago. So now you must be asking yourself some questions:

Who's in charge?
What were the stipulations in the will?
Does 'B's' husband find out about his wife's extra-curricular church activities and if so how does he react?
What happens to the Priest?

I have all the answers in one of my up-coming books so you won't find it anywhere in this blog. Valentina is only friends with 'B' because her husband and his brothers do business with Valentina's daddy. Her daddy has a very long list of people who work for him so it's extremely rare for people who work for him to actually meet him or even know who they are working for. There are a lot of middle men who do the communicating back and forth. But there are a few select people who do know. The 3 bros. are the select few because Valentina's daddy needed to met with them once for an initial meeting. Valentina remembered her daddy complaining how uncouth and unpolished they were but needed them for a transportation point. Their location is perfect for Colombia's finest snow to pass through. Most of the Cartels in Mexico are linked to the Cartels in Colombia. Anyways Valentina struck up a friendship with 'B' since she was a little closer in age to her and remained on her party list and kept in touch with her. Valentina told me something that neither of us thinks 'B' even knows. The Priest has quite a perverse history with a sordid past and has an unusual sexual fetish and decided to turn to God hoping to change but once a pervert always a pervert. How did Valentina and I come across this tid-bit? Valentina's daddy had told her after hearing her talk to me on the phone about the Priest and 'B.' He asked her how she knew about their relationship? Valentina explained that 'B' had told her. When her daddy didn't react to the news she then questioned him. Apparently he knew. See anyone that Valentina's daddy does business with, he knows every little detail about them and their lives including people they associate with. When I say every little detail I mean every little detail. I asked 'B' today why she does what she does and why with a Priest? The answer: Its' in the first chapter of my book.

I love going to Valentina's parties because of all the story ideas I get. Sometimes I just want to go up into my room and start writing but then I worry if I leave to soon I may miss something but luckily I have my G.L.B. because my G.L.B. has told me another bit of juicy news. There is a new addictive creation ready to hit the markets. I don't know when it's going to be available yet or what it's called. What I do know is it's going to be quite pricey and exclusively available to the rich and elite. The rich do live in another world with access to certain things and privileges that aren't accessible to the average person. We Cocaine Princesses live one world above them.

At 3:30am the spectacular fireworks and light show started lasting a good half hour. When it was over I decided to go up into my room so I could start writing. Downstairs the party was still going as strong as ever. No one looked even remotely tired. I open the door and who was there? Senor Bling with two champagne flutes. He pointed to the gold ice bucket on the nightstand and asked "what's your pleasure, Cristal, Dom or Moet?"

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

I have been to other parties thrown by other Drug Kingpins. Valentina's daddy isn't the only Drug Kingpin I know although I am closet to him and Valentina the most.

One Drug Kingpin that I know gave away cars and trips and houses as party favors!!! They make billions and billions of dollars a year, believe me they can afford it. The other parties that I have attended are well, the best word that can describe it would be to use the word hedonistic. Hot gorgeous, Latin men making love to their women in an elevator, on top of a poker table to even the burning asphalt on a hot, humid and sticky night. The Drug Cartel is a very sensual, seductive and glittering world.

DON'T F**K WITH THE COLOMBIANS!!!!!

I woke up today at 11am. OMG! I usually get up at 6am. So I went downstairs and found Valentina talking to one of the household staff. 'Buenos Dias mi amor,' Valentina said and then gave me a big hug. I asked her why she didn't wake me up. Valentina explained that when she went into check on me I was sleeping so peacefully that she didn't want to disturb me. I was kind of glad she didn't because I slept so good. It could be the environment or maybe I have finally learned to relax, but for how long?

In the afternoon we decided to go shopping for jewelery. You can never be too thin nor can you have too much jewelery. As luck would have it a group of US tourists were there. What is it with senior citizens and their wardrobe especially when they're vacationing? The men wear knee length bermuda shorts, either black or navy blue with a white belt and socks with sandals and their wives always wear floral printed capris and t-shirts and sunvisors. Stores can spot a tourist a mile away and when it comes to jewelery stores, when they know you are a tourist they jack up their prices and you wind up paying the sucker price. Anyways in one of the jewelery stores as the sales associate was ringing in my order one of the women from the tourist group started talking about me and Valentina to the others. She said, the girl with the tattoo just bought four hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelery and the other one spent five hundred thousand. I'm presuming she must have thought we didn't speak or understand english because she wasn't whispering to the others. Valentina said it was because they were all hard of hearing.
We were shopping in the new city and I saw a familiar hotel. I can't tell you which one but a few years ago my mom held my birthday party there. Downstairs in the restaurant is where my party was taking place while upstairs there was a wedding reception. At one point this cute little girl a bridesmaid dressed in a pink colored dress with a silver sash and silver ribbons in her hair came downstairs. I had a bouquet of balloons and asked if she could have one? I of course said yes and soon 10 little bridesmaids dressed alike followed wanting balloons. Luckily I had enough.
The next morning the hotel was crawling with US Naval officers and the local police. A US NAVAL officer's body was found. He had been staying in the hotel with his girlfriend for a weekend get-away whose body was also found next to his. The US Navy released a statement saying it was a murder suicide and that his friends had stated he was having relationship problems and his girlfriend wanted to spend some time apart but he didn't want her leaving him. My golden, little birdie told me the truth. The US Naval officer had been working for the Cartel smuggling drugs. The Navy somehow found out and instead of pressing charges they made him a deal: tell us everything you know, who you're working for etc. and we'll drop the charges. The Cartel found out, they aways do and decided to shut him up before he could say anything. The US Navy comes up with this bull-s**t story about a murder-suicide. How embarrassing it would be for them if the truth ever came out. A decorated US Navy officer involved in the Drug Cartel.
There's a lesson to be learned here boys and girls:

DON'T F**K WITH THE COLOMBIANS!!!!!

I have so much to tell you but it's getting late. Keep reading my blogs you won't believe what I have to tell you. Valentina is here with me with a bowl of cheese flavored popcorn. Good grief, with all the fatty foods I've been eating I'm going to have to swim back home to burn off the fat.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess.

What Goes On At A Meeting Held By A Drug Kingpin?

Today Valentina's daddy dropped by on his way from a meeting he had in Costa Rica. He was on his way home when he wanted to see his two favorite princesses. And then his cell phone rang and he had to leave asap for an emergency meeting. I think it has something to do with the plane crash and the 4tonnes of blow that was found on board.
What do you suppose happens at a meeting held by a Drug Kingpin? See, a Colombian Drug Kingpin is first and foremost a very intelligent and educated businessman with multiple degrees. The Drug Cartel is like any successful corporation with a President and CEO. Present at these meetings are all US or European educated economists, lawyers, financial advisers, accountants, bank managers, transportation advisers, security and intelligence detail and at times high ranking police, army and government officials. Police, army and government officials, does that surprise you?
Close to 1-2 million dollars a year is shelled out to police and
government officials to turn a blind eye. How else do you think such large amounts of drugs are smuggled into this country? I'm not talking about mules. I'm talking about tonnes of drugs. Boarder patrol agents act as if they are so patriotic to their country but believe me a lot of them are corrupt. Anybody can be bought for the right amount. But what these people don't know is, the very moment you take their money you've sold your soul to the devil because there is no escape clause. You try to escape and the result will be the death of your loved ones. Their blood will be on your hands.

What is discussed at these meetings: the logistics of importing, storing and distributing the product. They discuss acquisition, production, transportation, sales, finance. What and where to invest their billions of dollars, the exchange rate in foreign countries. Then there are the over sea managers who handle the product when it has entered into their country. These managers are hired and approved by the Cartel. A representative from the Cartel is sent on behalf of them to fully check them out and to make sure they are not connected to the police in anyway. Once they are hired, the representative will tell the manager that he must put up his house and car as collateral and his family as human collateral so they will never turn informer. Then the manager will sell the product to a wholesaler who then resells it to middlemen who then resells it to street dealers. Communication is done through encrypted emails and text messages and if spoken on the phone, after each call a new cell phone is bought with a new number. Then comes the money, laundering the millions and millions into off-shore accounts and well it's not easy but the Cartels are ingenious and everything is always masterfully and perfectly planned.

Just think of the Drug Cartel as a very, very, very, very long ladder. And to get to the top you need to pass a lot of powerful, very connected and dangerous people.

When I was 6 years old I visited Valentina in Colombia and one day her daddy took us both to his office. It was in a huge building and his office was at the very top, the 24th floor. We were in a huge boardroom sitting to one side with a toy store catalogue. Her daddy told us to mark off what things we wanted and after his meeting was finished he would take us shopping. I remember all these men dressed in suits sitting at a huge u-shaped table. There were graphs, pie-charts and at one point a slide show. About 40 minutes into the meeting Valentina went right up to her daddy who was talking and said, "daddy we're hungry. And when are we going shopping?" His bodyguards took us down to the building's food court where Valentina and I ate a cheese pizza slice and then had a Kit-Kat bar. When we finished we went back up to the 24th floor where Valentina's daddy was finishing up his meeting. When all his partners left her daddy held both our hands while two bodyguards were in front of us and another two behind us and we all headed back down into the elevator where we were driven to the toy store in a bullet proof limo. We bought so many toys that the toy store had to deliver everything in their truck. To this day I still have the doll house her daddy bought me. He had it and the other 100 or so toys shipped to Canada.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Senor Bling- Potential Fiance?

I love listening to music. I always have. It has such an emotional power. It's amazing how music can trigger my memory when I hear certain songs. I can remember exactly what I was doing, what I was wearing and what I was feeling. Last night as I was going to bed I saw Green Day's video Blvd. Of Broken Dreams. That was one of my mom's favorite songs. Every time I hear it I remember mom and I Christmas Shopping in 2005 at H.R.  and I remember she was humming along to it. What did we buy that day? A better question is, what didn't we buy? Little did we know it would be the last Christmas we would spend with each other. It wasn't until months later we heard the diagnosis. I can never forget that day. It was like a sharp blow to the head and then waking up in a sea of fog. You don't know where you are or who you are. All you do know is you need immediate help. In a blink of an eye how your life can change.

Today Valentina arranged for a spa day at the villa. Two masseuses came in and my masseuse was brilliant. I felt every little knot and kink dissolve away. Afterwards, still in bathrobes Valentina and I just lounged on the balcony with a platter of fresh fruit: watermelon, mangoes and pineapples. As we were eating Valentina asked me a question, she wanted to know about Senor Bling. What did I see him as? A boyfriend? Potential fiance? I told her neither. I told her that he is gorgeous, he is rich, a complete gentleman to me, kind with a loving heart and worships the ground I walk on but I just don't feel as if he's the one. "But he thinks you're the one for him," replied Valentina. I explained to her that when I'm with him I don't feel complete. If he was the one then I would feel complete. I do love him but there's that one part of my heart that tells me that there's someone else for me. She said I shouldn't ignore my heart's feelings. She told me that every time she talks to him all he talks about is me. She then asked me a question that nearly made me fall off the balcony, "what if he proposes to you?" I looked at her and said, "Oh God, do you know something that I don't?" She insisted that she didn't but I didn't believe her until I made her swear on her Louis Vuitton handbag collection. I don't want to break his heart and I don't want to string him along either. But each time I see Senor Bling I turn to mush. What is a Cocaine Princess to do?!?! He's coming to Valentina's party and God help me to make to right decision.

In the evening we headed on out to the old city for dinner. One thing about Cartagena is the army is almost everywhere. As we were strolling along the streets Valentina kept on looking around to see if those two army guys were on duty. I told her that they're probably still doing push-ups on the beach.
The old city surrounded by the wall is so breath-taking filled with cobble-stoned streets and colonial buildings, sidewalk cafes where lovers hold hands and balconies filled with beautiful flowers and their scent lingers in the heat. Elderly men playing chess or dominoes while whistling every time a pretty latina walks by. The city was thriving. In Latin American people take the time to enjoy life. The Rat Race Life doesn't exist here. After dinner we went back into the new city and ate dessert at a little coffee/pastry shop. The desserts aside from looking sinful looked as if they were loaded with fat. I touched my stomach and Valentina noticed and said, "forget about the diet." And then she ordered me the chocolate lava cake.
I'm back in my room and I can't believe I ate that lava cake despite how delicious it was. I can actually feel myself gaining weight as I blog. Maybe if I do a couple hundred crunches I might feel better.............................................
Valentina is beside me with a bowl of popcorn and we're watching Rihanna's new music video: Please Don't Stop The Music. I must admit that I do feel relaxed. Earlier I thought about calling up 'A' to ask her if I had gotten any mail, in particular anything from a literary agent but then I thought that would defeat the whole purpose of why I am here in the first place. Tomorrow is another brand new day and I'll be up early to watch the sunrise.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess