The Cocaine Princess: The Other Woman

Cocaine Princess here.

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

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

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

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

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