Blonde Among the Blacks

So this Veritaserum wannabe crap is only in bottled water, right? It's okay to drink out of the tap? Only asking because that's kind of what I've been doing. I don't want to have to worry about blabbing things like the fact that my husband's moved to an apartment across town or the fact that I slept with Liam.

...........Shit.

Would someone care to tell me what the big deal about having kids is? I know there are a couple of pregnant ladies around these parts, so, no offense meant in relation to anything I'm about to say. Yes, I get how 'magical' it is to be able to bring in a new life into the world, but is it really worth eighteen years of stress? Eighteen plus if they end up leeching off of you once they're supposed to be on their own.

Of course it could just be me, but, none of that seems at all tempting. I know, I know, I know, funny talk coming from someone with the overprotective-mother-extraordinaire of the Harry Potter universe in her cranium. I just can't help it. Little kids give me hives and babies make me hyperventilate. Wish I could say I'm exaggerating, but, I'm not.

Note to all of you single ladies out there: NEVER get married. Nothing good can come of it. Nothing. Goddamn you, Greg. How many times do I have to apologize?

Ignore her, ladies. Marriage is a perfectly lovely institution. She's just having a bit of a crisis of her own.

So some lechy photographer grabbed my ass today. I don't know whether to be insulted or flattered seeing as he didn't grab the asses of any of the twenty-something-year-old girls he was working with. I guess this means I've still got it.

Okay, so maybe taking the wand along with me to the shoot wasn't a good idea. I almost transfigured one particularly bitchy model into a turtle. That wouldn't have bode well.

Marriage counseling Counseling is a total rip-off. Why do I waste six hundred dollars a month to listen to some 'professional' tell me about problems that I already know exist without getting to the root of them?

We both know very well what the 'root' of the problem is, Teresa. He wants a-

Can it, Narcissa.

It's barely one o' clock in the afternoon, I've only been overseeing one of my models at a shoot for two hours, and I'm already about to pull my hair out. You really don't realize how fussy models can be until you switch from working with them to representing them. Not that I think I was ever as difficult as this little bitch I'm currently dealing with.

So it's been awhile since I got on this thing. Glad to see that the war is finally over-we had enough of that sort of insanity in the past to want to deal with it in the present.  Anyway. Are there any familiar faces still out there or am I surrounded by new ones? Anyone who falls into the former category, feel free to make yourself known. For those in the latter, allow me to introduce myself.

I'm Teresa Phelps, if you recognize the name it's probably because I used to model, and for the past seven years, I've been sharing a head with Narcissa Malfoy. You know, the stuck-up blonde (or should I say the matriarch of a family of stuck-up blondes) from that Harry Potter series? It's been....interesting.

( There is nothing I wouldn't do anymore )