I think it was Crash who said to me, "I have this image of you as being really perfect, and then Patrick led you down the path to hell."
He is so right!
I used to be such a good girl. Now after a week of drinking, dancing, walking my ass off, and playing a drunken game of Pretty, Pretty, Princess (Okay. It was mostly MAK's cosmos that are to blame for that.) I'm feeling like a used up whore.
I'm currently blogging from Patrick's office and I'll soon be Jet Blueing it back to my children. Then I'm putting back together what is left of my kids and my van and driving back to my husband who I miss oh so much.
Give me a few days to get back home and then I'll tell everyone's dirty secrets.
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