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?

JUST SAY NO- WHAT A DAMN JOKE!

Cocaine Princess here.

Last night I started feeling tired at around 10pm, shopping for over 8 hours will do that to you. I was sleeping so peacefully until my phone rang. My mistake, I should have turned it off. It was Valentina calling me at 2:30am. Usually when she calls me so late I am awake writing and she knows by the sound of my voice. But this time my voice was tired and groggy. She felt so bad for waking me up and said she would call back later on in the day and hung up. At that point I was wide awake. I thought, 'four hours is better than no hours.' I decided to call her back and when I did she told me she was so sorry for waking me up and then said for me to go back to sleep and hung up on me again. I don't think she realized her phone call killed the remainder of my sleep. I called her again and told her not to hang up on me. After she apologized about 100 times I asked her what she was doing up? "My stomach was doing flip-flops me so I drank a bottle of Coke. It helped but now the caffeine is keeping me up. I called because I finally received the Neiman Marcus Christmas Book. It arrived on Friday, it was sitting on the foyer table underneath a pile of other stuff. I just found it before I called you." The Neiman Marcus Christmas Book is filled with luxurious and high end items. I had received mine last week but promised Valentina I would keep it sealed in the plastic until she received hers and together we would open it and look at each page together. And we did. The fur wrap poncho and the Leiber Crystal Bag interested me while Valentina found one of her perfect gifts. I won't tell you what it is but I will give you the page number, 103.

I know a lot of you are waiting for me to tell you the latest from my golden, little birdie. What type of people do drugs? All sorts of people including the very wealthy. Wjy are some drugs super expensive? It's a marketing strategy. It's quite simple. In the eyes of the rich if something is expensive it must be the best. So why not make it available to only them? Word has spread like wildfire amongst certain social circles about this creation and they're ready to spend. Who are these people? Doctors, lawyers, CEO's and Presidents of multi-million dollar companies, congressmen, athletes and judges just to name a few. I have a funny story about a judge I know. He put away two drug dealers. The same two drug dealers who sold him and his friend a bank president the drugs in the first place. Some of the most unlikely suspects are the ones who demand it. Even the ones who say JUST SAY NO. What a damn joke that slogan is! You'd be naive and foolish to think drug users are found in low income neighborhoods. But I think Hollywood has recently changed that perception with all these celebs going in and out of rehab. So what is so special about this drug? For one thing it is so highly addictive and therefore people will be back for more and more. This creates a habit. A very expensive one that is. The rich who are addicted come back for more and more as they have done in the past and will continue to do so. Picture this: a woman in her 50's married to a blue blood and is all so prim and proper. Attends and organizes fund raisers and charities for worthy causes and attends monthly society parties and holds weekly luncheons at the country club with her friends. Lives in a mansion and has a maid who hardly speaks a word of English nor does she hold a green card so she is paid under the table. Cars for everyday of the week with a uniformed driver, closet the size of a small house filled with the latest collections from Paris, has several summer homes, loves looking down on those who are less fortunate and despises Blacks, Jews and Hispanics (unless they are cleaning her house). Basically your typical, rich and ignorant snob. Now picture this: That same woman is getting ready to host a $5000.00 a plate fund raiser dinner in support of her husband's political dream. Months before she had a little nip and tuck and had a few things lifted here and there. She's spent all day at the salon getting her hair, nails and make up done and even had a famous designer make her gown for the dinner. She stands in front of her full length mirror examining herself and likes what she sees and realizes there's only one thing she has left to do. Put a little more hairspray? No. Powder the shine away from her nose? No she doesn't need to powder the shine away she needs to just powder her nose with a little something that'll seduce and engage her and then transport her into another dimension. Hats off to the Colombians! They make one hell of a product and are the best at what they do. You think the rest of her rich and ignorant friends know about her habit? You bet they do! They all have the same dealer. Who is their dealer? It may shock you if I told you............ The rich and elite do have problems but they have their millions and millions to hide behind and to protect them.
Knowledge is power so they say. Truth is money is power.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Sex With A Priest

I hate November. I loathe it. If there was some way for me to sleep through this month I would. Valentina called me asking what she could do to cheer me up. Her first suggestion: "let's fly down to Vegas for the week and we'll stay at the Palms. We'll take one of daddy's pilots and tell him to fly below radar." I blew a raspberry for a response. "Then how about we fly to Panama. We can go shopping at Multicentro." That I found exciting. There's nothing like retail therapy to cheer a Cocaine Princess right up. The sound of the credit card being rung through the register, what a rush!!!
Valentina still couldn't believe that I sent back the gift Senor Bling sent me without even opening it first. "I told daddy what he did to you," Valentina said. "Why the hell for?" I asked.
"Because daddy loves you and cares about you very much, that's why. He's not very happy with Senor Bling," she went onto say. I got a little nervous but asked "what's daddy going to do with him?" "God only knows," she replied. I begged Valentina to tell her daddy not to do anything violent to Senor Bling and she assured me that he wouldn't. After our little chat I went back to my manuscript. A lot of you are so interested in "B" and the Priest. We all hear in the news about Priests being arrested and charged with abuse and molestation so why is it such a surprise to you all that a Priest would have a sexual fetish? Men who wear the collar aren't as holy or as saintly as one may think. They devote their lives to God but we forget they are human with a definite weakness for the flesh whether that be male or female or even both. How scandalous: a Priest who made a vow to God breaks that vow over and over again by having sex yet week after week he preaches in front of a full congregation about immorality, the 7 deadly sins, the 10 commandments and reading scriptures from the Bible. Then there are the Priests who preach on TV asking for a handout. I believe in a God who doesn't need a loaded bank account. The majority of all Priests are damn hypocrites! Do you believe God is only found in church? Do you believe that church is the only place where you can pray or you are not truly married unless you are married in a church by a Priest? That's what they want you to believe. The church is a business run by men who act so divine and call themselves representatives of God when in reality they are nothing but dirty old men who watch porn, dial 1-900 numbers and communicate in sex chat rooms with underage teens.
"B' and the Priest is one separate story but there is another story that I know of where a Priest actually got a woman pregnant. That particular Priest I wrote about a few years ago which is in my first manuscript. The story doesn't center around the Priest, you read about it but that's not the main focus. The main plot deals with two brothers who turn into enemies later and grow up to become powerful and bitter Drug Kingpins. I've never submitted that manuscript only because it wasn't until after I wrote it I realized how close it hit to home and before you send me your emails, no I am not the one who became pregnant by the Priest. What do you suppose possesses a Priest to do such things? What exactly goes through their minds as their flesh melts into another? And after they've done the deed do you suppose they turn around and get on their hands and knees and pray for forgiveness? Maybe they say a 100 or so Hail Marys? Some say Priests should be allowed to marry but them being allowed not to marry isn't an excuse for them to abuse and molest.
In regards to "B" and her Priest all I can say he is seriously one sick and twisted man of the cloth.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

How To Get A Job With A Drug Kingpin

Cocaine Princess here.

For the past couple of days I have been receiving emails with resumes attached requesting that I forward the resumes to Valentina's daddy. I'm sorry but it doesn't work that way. It's not like a Drug Kingpin puts an ad in the classifieds that he's looking to recruit members. The Cartel is a multi-national empire with enough money and power to buy whomever they please including government and military officials. The Cartel is filled with intelligent, highly educated and crafty individuals made up of either childhood friends or close family members. It's very rare for an outsider to come into their circle. Not to suggest that it can't happen, it has but believe me a full background check is done by the security and intelligence team. Yes records can be falsified by creating sophisticated and believable layers and layers of fabrication but trust me the Cartel always finds out the truth and if you are one of those people who have lied their way to be with the big boys, not even God can help you.
Sow what kind of jobs are available? Accountants, lawyers, bankers, security and intelligence team, drivers, pilots and chemists just to name a few. They are all generously paid but also aware of the deathly consequences if even the tiniest mistake occurs.
So I got word from my golden, little birdie about some juicy gossip. As soon as I know the full details it'll be posted on here. Keep checking back.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Senor Bling Sent Me A Package

There Is Nothing New Under The Sun

Cocaine Princess here. I thank you all for your comments and I love reading your emails. I am so glad you all enjoyed my Q&A. And yes I will be posting more Q&A. I have just been so busy. Even though I get my story ideas from the people around me it isn't as easy as one might think.
Late this morning the doorbell rings and I received two packages. One was from Victoria Secret. My leopard thigh high boots arrived just in time, now that the cold weather is here I can't wait to wear them. They fit like a glove and the material is so smooth and velvety. The other package was from Senor Bling. I put it down to one side. I thought about burning it at first but I called Valentina instead. I know a lot of you want to know what happened between Senor Bling and I. All I can say is, I should have listened to Valentina's daddy. He warned me about him but I didn't listen, I wanted to see for myself and make my own judgment. I'm so angry at myself for not listening to my feelings. We all have that little voice inside of us, I like to call it the voice of my heart. It kept on warning me but I chose to ignore it. I have no one to blame but myself. I shook the box and I could hear a little bit of rattling. Valentina insisted I open it while on the phone with her but I chose not to. Later on in the day I took it back to the post office and told them to Return To Sender. I have a very hard time forgiving people especially when someone hurts me. I'm a firm believer that if someone hurts you no matter how apologetic they are, eventually they will hurt you again. So I cut them out of my life for good regardless of who they are. It may sound drastic but that's the way I am. Later on in the evening the doorbell rang again and there was a floral delivery- 12 dozen roses. The florists van was filled with red roses in vases. Like roses can make up for what he did to me. I told the delivery man that I was refusing delivery. He looked at me and then asked me again if I wanted to sign for delivery and again I told him no. This was the first time in 10 years he told me a woman ever refused flowers. I don't give a damn how much he spent. Senor Bling could buy me the entire world and it still wouldn't be enough. I blocked my email address since he sent over 50 emails and I also blocked his number from my cell and home phone. As far as I'm concerned Senor Bling is dead to me. I even sent back the necklace and clothes he bought me in Miami. There are no second chances with a Cocaine Princess, ever!!!!

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

9 Questions

Cocaine Princess here.

I recently read somewhere about writer Jack Lord who wrote The Call Of The Wild. He went through 600 rejections before his first sale. Oh my God, I hope I don't have to wait that long. Then I start fearing what if there are no more literary agents for me to send query letters to? What am I suppose to do then? One thing I am thankful for is I don't think I will ever run out of story ideas due to the people I associate with. There's not a chance of me developing writers block. Sometimes when I can't sleep I'll get out my diaries and re-read my entries, this is where I get my ideas from. As I read them I think damn, I can't believe so and so told me this or I can't believe I saw this or heard this. And the stuff that I miss, Valentina sure enough fills me in. You would think that the amount of writing I do in a day would keep my mind off of things but as I am writing I can't stop also thinking when I will receive good news which creates nothing but anxiety for me. A dear friend of mine recently told me to visualize clearly I have received a publishing contract and to picture my books being sold at book stores and going on book signing tours. I concentrate hard and it does calm me down. Sometimes when I'm at the mall I'll go into the book store and I'll picture my books on display. I can't wait for that day to turn into a reality.

Some people have been asking me questions by emails. Some of them I can answer and some of them I can't. Here are the ones that I can:

1) What is your name and when will you reveal your face in your pictures? ANSWER: When the time is right I will tell you all my name and you'll see my face.


2)Do you have a boyfriend? Is Senor Bling your boyfriend? What happened between you and him? ANSWER: No, I don't have a boyfriend. Senor Bling was never and never will be my boyfriend and as to what happened between him and I? You'll just have to read about it when my book is published.

 3) How long have you known Valentina? ANSWER: Valentina and I have been friends since we were little babies. My mom and her mom were best friends too.

4) How long have you been modeling? ANSWER: I got discovered at 15 and started professionally at 16.

5) How old are you? ANSWER: Let's just say I'm over 21.

6) Did any of your school friends know you were a Cocaine Princess? ANSWER: I was home schooled. I didn't know because until I got a little older and figured things out. And yes, I loved being home schooled. I got to see and experience the world first hand rather than just reading about it.

7) What is your opinion about the Drug War? You think it can ever be won? ANSWER: As long as there is a demand for any product you can bet your life there will be someone supplying it. The problem with the War On Drugs is it can't be treated like a war. It's needs to be treated as a social problem. Dismantling the Cartels won't help either. When Pablo Escobar was gunned down did it stop the flow of drugs?

8) The people you write about, aren't they afraid of you telling the world all about their personal lives and their secrets? ANSWER: My writing is cleverly disguised. All names, dates, locations and appearances are all changed dramatically. Maybe I don't even live where I say I do. I use to email chapters of one of my books that was based on a group of people who were the actual individuals I was writing about. They were very impressed.

9) What happened to the picture of you in the short-shorts and bustier? ANSWER: I had to take that picture down because it was an up close shot of my face. When I joined this blogging community hardly anyone was reading my blog. A few people started to and they linked my blog to theirs and so on. Many people started leaving comments so I quickly removed the photo.


If you have any more questions send them my way and I'll answer them, at least the ones I can.

I have a lot more to write about but I have to get back to my manuscript now. Keep checking back on my blogs for new entries.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess.

IF I FALL, WILL YOU CATCH ME?

Desires closet to our hearts are the ones that remain unspoken

Last night while I was sleeping I saw my mom. She was lying beside me and there was this bright, warm glow around her. She was cuddling me and kissing me on my nose. This kept repeating over and over again until I suddenly woke up. I know it must have been a dream but it just felt so real that I tried going back to sleep so I could see and feel her again but no such luck.
Since I couldn't get back to sleep I got up and decided to watch some TV, it was a little over 3am. One would think that having a satellite with over 400 channels there would be something good to watch on TV. All I could find was infomercial after infomercial: a guy selling an encyclopedia full of medical cures that the government doesn't want you to know about, some sort of stick you use to exercise with that guarantees you to lose up to 10lbs in the first week, and some company selling parcels of land I believe somewhere in Florida. I flipped around some more channels and came across Teletoon Retro and found Scooby Doo.
It was the episode called, Jeepers, It's The Creeper! As the meddling kids were setting up at trap for the Creeper, I remembered an email I received the other day but I had yet to answer. The question: Why do people get into the drug business? The answer is simple. It's one word, five letters, starts with "M" and ends with "Y." MONEY!!!! Money is the motivation. Imagine walking into a Porsche dealership and pointing to 5 different cars to the salesman and telling him you'll be paying cash for all of them. Spending 20grand a month on clothes you'll only wear once. Dining in the most expensive restaurants, ordering the most expensive foods and drinks. Owning property and real estate around the world, clearing out the jewelery shelves at H. Stern, having 2 private jets, one for domestic use and the other for international. It's literally endless what drug money can buy you. And it's never enough. A few years ago I attended a house-warming party thrown by a Drug Kingpin. He purchased a magnificent villa situated in Costa Rica. It's a very small country but very beautiful. Everything is so lush and green. Half-way through the party I had to step outside because I honestly thought I was going to pass out from all the cigarette and cigar smoke. It was so cloudy I thought I was floating among the clouds. I believe I was the only one there who wasn't smoking. Anyways, outside as my lungs began to breathe in the exotic clean Costa Rican air the host of the party came out and we started talking. He was pointing to an area of land on his property and showing me where his helicopter landing was going to be and where his airport hangar was going to be constructed to fit his two new black and silver jets. I then asked him a question, 'aren't you afraid that one day your dynasty will crumble?' He laughed while shaking his head and replied, 'do you know how I got so big?' I already knew the answer but I wanted to hear it straight from a Drug Kingpin's mouth. "Money has a way of corrupting people, even those who are suppose to enforce the law: police, DEA, custom officials, judges, lawyers, mayors and even high government officials are all paid to look the other way. How else do you think tons and tons of narcotics enter into their country? Everybody's got their hand out. Everybody's got a price. No one can so no to drug money. They never complain because they know not to bite the hand that feeds them. All of them are way into deep and they know if I fall, I'm going to take each and everyone of them down with me. They don't have a choice, they have to protect me because I know all their secrets. They can't touch me. I then asked him another question, 'you have enough money to live 10 or more lifetimes over. Why don't you just retire and let someone else take over the reigns?' He stared right into my eyes and replied, "I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. The money, you get so high off of it. You make 10 million in one month, you want to make 20 million the next. You make 20 million, you want 30 million. You make 30 million you want 40 million. It's never enough. He then turned around and asked me a question. "Do you believe money is the root of all evil?" "No," I replied. "I believe the lack of money is the root of all evil."

I hope the above answers your question.

It's been such an emotional week for me. I just feel so emotionally drained. When my mom became ill, even though it killed me inside watching her be in so much pain, I couldn't let it show. I had to be the strong one because I knew if I fell apart in front of her she would abandon all hope for herself so I forced myself not to show or feel any type of pain. I remember the times when she use to wake up in the middle of the night crying and asking why this was happening to her? As much as I wanted to cry with her I didn't. I smiled and kissed away her tears and kept on insisting she was going to beat the illness and come out a winner. Everyday I was the one who kept her strong by keeping myself strong by not letting fear or negativity come into me. The last 6 months of her life were spent in and out hospitals for painful treatments and tests, appointments with specialists and listening to them all say she only had a few months to live since there were no other options available. Even through all that I kept a brave face and remained optimistic offering encouraging and uplifting words every second of the day in order to keep my mom's spirits alive and because of that a hard coat of armor began growing on my skin. During the end my mom was hospitalized because she couldn't walk or breathe on her own anymore. I was still by her side 24/7 holding her hand and letting her know she would be back home soon in no time making an appointment at the spa for her mani/pedi. She would just smile back at me. I remember a few of the nurses and a few other people who had their loved ones on the same floor as my mom, they would come up to me and ask, 'how do you do it? How do you manage to stay so cheerful and upbeat?' 'She's my mom,' I would reply, 'she'd do the same for me.' It was such a simple answer but they couldn't comprehend how I managed to stay so strong.
Presently there are days when my radio alarm clock goes off and I just want to stay under the covers. But I don't. I force myself to be strong so I can face another day. Even though I do consider myself a tough person who doesn't care about what people say or think about me, there are those days when that certain someone will something so unkind and so unjustified to me that it sends me flying straight across the room, slamming me against the wall. As tough as I am I'm not a robot either. I'm a human being with feelings just like everyone else. I'm so tired of always having to be so strong and so brave. Sometimes I wish I could just have the comfort of knowing that if I fall there will be someone there to catch me and then embrace me and assure me everything is going to be o.k.......Yeah, that's what I want.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess