Kip Redeems Himself

While I realize I haven’t blogged in 2 weeks, you guys gotta understand that my AMAZING tour is what’s keeping me away from all of you. I’ve been so busy with costume fittings, meetings with the production team on how to successfully suspend me from the ceiling, and constant rehearsals. I promise this show will be all anyone will talk about for the next century! The “Fame Kills” tour will have nothing on Cleopatra Holmes!

And with all the stress being put on my hair and skin, not even I, Cleopatra Holmes, can get away from the hair damage and broken out skin. Thanks to Takahatchi for hooking me up with some majah beauty goodies. The Liquid Crystal Hair Bath is doing wonders for my luxurious locks. And I’m staying blemish free with my Organic Acai Berry Antioxidant Facial Cream.

Although I feel a bit, I’ll admit, lonely without my boo Kip, you’ll never guess what I got in the mail from him today. This totally swagalicious Love Heart V-Neck. I guess he’s still thinking about me :). I was starting to question after that little dress-up incident. (i.e when Kippy had to wear heels to escape Aristotle’s mansion).

Who Needs a Euro Trip When You’ve Got Paradise Right Here…

So my boy Kip just got back from doing what he and I do best: jetsetting. But instead of bringing me with him, he left me here all by my lonesome. All right, I know I refused to pull a Beyonce/Jay-Z maneuver and go on another average yacht ride along the French Riviera (yawn!), but I also told the Kipster that I had NO interest in heading north with him to the rainy land of pints and potatoes. No, not Boston (THAT, on the other hand, I would’ve settled for… it’s only four hours from the Big Apple), but no, I’m talkin’ ’bout Ireland, yo!

So I told my boo that after my last record went double platinum, I’ve gotten a little sick of being surrounded by green – so traveling to some land where their national color is the same as my money flow obviously didn’t appeal to me. So while my boo was off in the the land of leprachauns, I was at home, hiding out from the papparazzi tryina start rumors about me being single again. But even though K-man ditched me, he definitely redeemed himself by bringing me back this cute lil’ Kiss Me Tee upon his return.

Well, we’re finally back together at our crib in LA, and get this feeling that Kip brought a little luck of the Irish back to SoCal with him (and I swore that four-leaf clovers were reserved for St. Patties day nail decals… ): the temperature here is smokin’, the beach is lookin’ fly, and I’m finally ready to slip into my hot new Mondrian Bikini. And especially after a week of the Irish drizzles, Kip tells me he’s so ready to hit the trá right along side me. Oh, and BTW – that means “beach” in Gaelic for all of y’alls who weren’t graced with a jet-setting boyfriend or were too busy practicing la langue Francaise in the south of France (and yes that means you, Ms. Sasha Fierce).