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the healthy life of a supahmodel

Posted Sep 3rd, 2005 at 02:34 AM by LesViolettes
Oh, gosh, this is almost too fun. My life is getting wilder and wilder. Today I got up at 2pm (early for me) and went to a casting for a hairdresser or something, I don't know, they pulled my hair around and hmm'd at the blondeur, and then I got the lovely "We'll be in touch with you through your agent" speech - ie, no. Then I fainted on my way home, in the middle of the square at Convention, and woke up on the floor with about nine billion people all leaning over and staring at me.

Then, let's see, I went and put more makeup over the grazes, and bought some more iron pills, and then went out to a dinner date at Montparnasse, during which four people called up to ask me out - which is crazy, because when I'm sitting at home alone nobody ever calls me. It's just when I'm trying to appear normal and balanced, and then I'm talking on the phone saying "Sorry darling, I'm all booked up for Thursday, let's go for coffee on the... let's see, what are you doing on the 9th December?" and looking like some kind of whore. Great.

Then... umm... up to St Sulpice, drinks in a bar in a back road, then up to St Michel for drinks in another bar where they were showing the tennis. Then watching the Murray-Clement match started to fry my brain, so I got out of there and went up to Chatelet to yet another bar, and then back to my friend Sarah's apartment around 2am for more drinks and more cigarettes and more iron pills and much singing of Marlene Dietrich songs.

There you are, it's almost 5am and I just got in. And this is a normal day for me. I'm living on cigarettes and iron pills (so far today I have smoked three packs of Marlboros and gobbled down five iron pills). This can't last much longer. I'm going to have a melt-down, aren't I?

Oh, but I'm young, you only live once, etc etc.

My voice has dropped an octave in the past week. I have a messy smoker's cough. I keep missing my appointments. I have a date with a gay boy tomorrow and a straight boy the day after that, and a lesbian on Monday - this is bad, because the lesbian in question is one I have been underneath, and as far as I can remember she's at least fifty and not very attractive.

Still, at least I'm not drinking. It's my only virtue.
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