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
I need to somehow acquire Marina as my best friend. She is amazing in every way.
Note to self: No crime in being kind. Not everyone is out the screw you over. Not everyone hates your guts/ thinks you're ugly 90 yr old with bunny teeth.
