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WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS?
Posted: 09/04/2011 01:07:00 |
Comments: 93

Dear All !
I am in Las Vegas. Having wonderful time. Haven't seen Soul for a while but am sure will be back around at some point.
Tonight is my 2nd night of Plastique Fantastique at the Cosmpolitan hotel. On at 10.30 + it's free. But any donations will be humbly put toward Marina Charity of Martini Tasting.
I went to Hollywood for 3 weeks for some musical endeavours. I really got into the fashion on my bou-le-vard. To be honest, I was unfortunate in that my particular boulevard was filled with shops for "Playmates" and adult movie stars. But everything fit like a bloody DREAM. So Hey. I bought loads and loads of new dresses, huge glittering boots, knitted hats made out of playing cards, one dollar vinyl. I dont even care what the record is, I just like the artwork.
I have decided I want to be the epitome of fluffy wuffy bimbo-brain world at the mo. It is quite the ammunition. "Oh look at her, a lil piece o fluff, walking down the road in her fluffy pink brain". Then one day catch them off guard one day mid- conversation and reveal my true superior levels of intelligence which have become accustomed to. They will feel almighty embarrassment for judging me too soon. Then, I suppose, they will fall in love with me. Almost immediately.
I must go. I have to go visit a buffet. The novelty of free food never does wears off. I asked people who were old, rich 'n famous so that means I know the answer is correct.
Here is me, above, walking down the vodka bar of dreams.
Love,
Marina
PS- I will get back on the blogs again soon. There was a really interesting paragraph I wanted to type up from a short story by Dorothy Parker. About how a gentlemen tells his girl that he loves conservative dressing on when. When the reality is that he is also attracted to the opposite. But would never want to BE with the opposite in, or take the opposite seriously. The woman oft sits down confused and sighs dramatically. And sometimes puts her head in her heads, like in a film.
I have not really done Dorothy Parker justice here. Sorry, DoT.