Ok, people. Even though you couldn't possibly understand how exhausting being an empress truly is, I am hoping you will at least support my need for a vacation.
I am off on a booze cruise through the Greek Isles for the next few days! We have a huge week of birthdays in our house this week (me, my agent, and then Brach), so it just seemed fitting we jet to Europe and take a breather.
I may check in at times throughout the week (if the wi-fi in Greece is reliable), but if we don't cross paths, please do not interpret my absence to mean I love you less than you love me. I do, of course, but tying it to my absence just doesn't make any sense!
If you happen to read about a carousing cat, crocked out of her mind, running around topless on Ibiza, it's not me. I mean, it's probably me, but until you see photographic proof, assume I'm innocent.
Speaking of photographs...care to suggest a caption for this beauty before the tabloids describe it for us? Damn paparazzi!