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| Hi and welcome to W.Com. Just thought I'd be first to write in your notebook!  Checkout "Invalid Item"  Regards,  Sisco. |
| I don't know about anyone else, but when I was "out and about," bed and bar hopping, I often did have to subject myself to the dreaded "walk of shame." lol. Try this one on for size. I woke up in a different country??!!! Paris, France to be exact-again mortified. How did I get there? ( I was a black-out drunk). How did this man ( my married boss no less) get and find my passport?? What the heck was I doing flying the Concorde with him (he was a huge cosmetics mogul in the 90's). Wow, that was a serious blackout!! Whatever he slipped me basically almost made me permanently sleep with the fishes. I didn't know if he was trying to screw me or kill me over there and claim I went missing. This is why I don't drink anymore. Talk about disturbing. What a shame to be in Paris and not be able to enjoy it because I was being imprisoned as his mistress/dirty little secret. I know you're going to cringe but the only way I could have sex with him was if I was drunk/high all of the above. I'm not a vindictive, ruthless person in any way but when he took my brother and father for some money on a "Ponzi" scheme, that was it. Since I know nothing about the stock market , at that point he had me (his name was Mark) so brainwashed-I just refused to believe it . When the s*** hit the fan I was well armed with ammunition. One thing my Dad always taught me, was always HAVE A BACK U P (b & C) Plan. He though he could just sweep me under the rug when he was done with me well guess what? He completely underestimated this smart young lady. I felt bad for his wife, but I DID NOT feel bad for getting him fired from his prestigious job. He though he was untouchable and omniscient. Guess again. The French Design Company "condoned" to a point having mistresses but he got too out of control with drugs, drinking and then cheating on me with another mistress!! Comical isn't it. I told you this was funny. But I took him down like the Titanic and he deserved it, the rat bastard. He even had the audacity to "try" to make amends with me in order to get in my good graces because THEN no one, not even his wife wanted to go near him. Comes around, goes around. I'm not saying at all I was smarter than him, but I certainly knew when to say when. Again, ass GG says "Greed is NOT GOOD!!" he went to far and even wound up on Page 6 dining out with his then girlfriend (me) can you believe that? I never wanted nor cared about 15 min. and boy did he get them. |
| In retrospect, I know now that morally my fabric or thoughts were definitely clouded by bad judgment with the wrong people. I was on a "high" from the pleasures of the flesh, all the trappings of wealth and power. Something I NEVER saw coming and once I was knee-deep in it. I bottomed out, crawled out and got back on the straight and narrow. Oh, the temptation. But the devil is cunning and I was stronger than the trappings thank God. I'm not in any way going to b.s. that I didn't use/abuse/exploit and live life to the fullest druing that time. But I wouldn't do it over. I realize I'm just "blogging" but please just bear with me. I'm a fast learner and will get the semantics and template's for writing the book A.S.A.P. Again, I am just so excited that I'm well enough again to even write (out of hospital one day), that I'm overjoyed with happiness. If anyone wants to reply or teach me, be my guest. I'm very open to suggestions. I know what it takes to "write" a book, I just have to take the 8,000 + words I've written and put them into cohesive chapters and to format it all. |
| Currently, I'm attempting to NOT make a fool out of myself by registering on this site! I've been wanting to do this for years. A serious sickness made me "rethink" my priorities and even if I fall flat on my face, at least I tried. I've led a pretty wild, pretty interesting, hard to believe life. I am in no way trying to be conceited or cocky. I find my life ironically amusing now. Some days were diamonds and some days were not. However, I grew up in a middle-class small town where my DAD worked ten jobs to support his five children I credit my reading/writing skills to several people. But I'll get to that later. I'd like to share the fun stuff first. Time to get on the roller-coaster and don't forget to buckle up!!! |
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