Triplexes are fun

Have you ever seen a crazy ass weave on a crazy ass lady and wondered, "Who let her crazy ass out?"? That's exactly what I look like right now. Totally wack. Totally crazy. Totally ass. I woke up before 7:30AM this morning, yes pets, you read that correctly. In the MORNING. You know that's not hot. I was at the Palace Hotel all day working my weave like some kids in 3rd world countries. Really hard! Luckily we were in a triplex suite with a fabulous private roof terrace which helped to soften the blow. That lobster roll for lunch was also heaven. My interview with Mr. Mick Jagger went pretty smoothly and now I finally home, wishing I had a "Do It Yourself Botox Kit" to help erase these roast beef curtains that are slowly forming on my face. Don't sit on it! I'm not an Arby's!