Cocaine Princess here.
I have an update on Lawyer-Guy. I'll get to that a little later on.
I'm a little agitated today. I woke up with a zit on my chin. Why me?! I'm not a vain person but because I am a model my looks are certainly important to me. I stared at it for about a half-hour in the mirror this morning. I touched it a couple of times which I know only makes it worse which it did, it became red and bigger. I couldn't help but be reminded of that Family Guy episode where Chris's zit starts talking back to him.
It's been a pretty calm two weeks in terms of the mail-no rejection letters. I dread when the mail arrives. Everyday I see the pile stacked neatly on my desk and I'll slowly approach it. I usually pull out the magazines first and if I see anything in a legal sized envelope I avoid it. Sometimes I'll wait until the end of the day and while I work the pile of mail just sits there. Then there are other days when I don't wait. It's a lot like ripping off a band-aid, the quicker you do it the better. Otherwise it's a slow and painful process. As I write this I'm starting to have a chocolate craving. If I just ignore it, it'll go away.
Valentina called me today telling me about the amount of mail she received. Her daddy owns several luxurious homes around the world, mostly in tropical destinations. When they are not visiting, the homes are looked after by the staff and always kept in immaculate condition. One of the many homes is in Palm Beach, Florida. Right now Palm Beach is going through the season. The season refers to charity parties which take place from December-March. Every night for three straight months Palm Beach is flooded with charity parties after charity parties. The staff at the Palm Beach villa forwarded all the invitations that had arrived to Valentina who most of the time lives in South America. She counted the invitations, there were over twenty five different parties for February alone. Palm Beach is a gorgeous place that literally exhales wealth.
Close to 80% of the residents are millionaires. But there is a nasty side. Palm Beach is filled with wealthy bigots who are referred to as old money. Most of the time the charities are organized by elderly, rich women or as Valentina likes to call them miserable old bitches. The only reason Valentina keeps on receiving invitations from the miserable old bitches is because they are aware of her family's wealth and hope they will receive a huge donation. A few years back Valentina's family received an invitation to a fund raiser- Save The Whales. Valentina's daddy passed on that stating 'writing a cheque to save blubber is a waste of money.' But he will write a cheque to charities that are worthwhile. I myself have never attended a fund raiser in Palm Beach but Valentina has a couple of times. 'All people do is gossip. Who's had what nipped and tucked' Valentina one time told me. 'They don't care about the charity. All they care about is getting their pictures taken for the social magazine.' I then asked if she planned on attending any of the charities this year? 'I'd rather shave my head and wear last season's wardrobe than attend a Palm Beach charity' was her response.
I certainly went off topic didn't I? I started talking about the mail and then made a jump to sunny Palm Beach, what am I forgetting? Lawyer-Guy! I have an update on him but you know what, I have to get ready for my appointment with the manicurist. I like my nails looking pretty as I write. I guess you'll have to wait for the next entry about the latest news on Lawyer-Guy.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
