Just a quick update for people who have been concerned and asking my friends about me instead of directly asking me.
Next time, please to get straight to the horse's mouth.
You should know by now that I like an audience more than anything in the world. And I like an audience more when I am out of sorts.
I am all out of funk now. In absolute tip-top shape.
Lips are healing well, have begun to smile again and am very busy planning a bacchanalian holiday.
Also Germany won against Argentina. And they did that just for me though the press won't really tell you these things.
I got love letters from the men who were supposed to write them.
And got resolution to a very bothersome fight with one of my husbands. (of course, I won the fight.)
And received lots of good old-fashioned girl loving and soothing.
So chill maadi, all, I am fine, still strong, gutsy, bitchy, in love with Lady Gaga, wondering how to get into Broadway theatre, and what shade of lipstick to really buy, and all of that.
And thank you. Really appreciate you being worried about me. :)
Now, tell me, should I get a tattoo next month or wait for a significant time? (like a birthday, my completing-French-class-day, or my learnt-how-to-swim-day, or my ex-fell-dead-day, or something like that?)
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Thank you, sweety darlings, and all ye who enter the boudoir and read.
Muah. Muah. Muah.