Yo, sorry I’ve been so M.I.A. these past few days, but I swear I have a pretty good excuse. Lets just say it involves one of the seven wonders of the world, some sand dunes, and the only other person who I approve of sharing my name: yup, you probably guessed it, but I just got back from a bomb vaycay in Egypt with a certain Kip Deshler.
I’m not gonna lie, it was mad difficult having to share my fame with the other Cleopatra, who seems to be—er, it’s hard to say it—MORE famous than I am over there. But being the selfless superstar that I am, I got over it, and decide to pay the late Cleo her dues. Thankfully though, I was the only Cleo in Kip’s eyes: we canoodled amidst the ancient pyramids, and dined by candlelight with a view of the Sphinx. He even bought me a cute pair of Boyfriend Jeans that were just roomy enough for me to navigate the sand dunes in. And of course I upped the ante with my new Foxy Croptop – I mean, if I’m gonna be a global jetsetter, I’ve gotta do so in style!
Ah, it’s weird to be back to the grind (which for me involves recording tracks for my next album, reading incoming scripts, and going to costume fittings for my world tour… not too shabby, I know) – I’m exhausted, but in the life of a diva, there’s no time for jet lag!
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