Don't hate me because I'm beautiful...
Call me V. I used to be a nobody, just a girl from New Jersey who was probably going to hell anyway -- or worse, mediocrity and a size 14. Now I get whatever I desire just by casting a little spell....a flawless body, a luxury penthouse, and a Fifth Avenue shop where rich women clamor for my overpriced handbags. Even better, I have power. I can taunt my ex-husband, break hearts without guilt, and love every minute of it. My secret? I lost the one thing I never needed in the first place: my soul. I sold it. And you'll never guess who's got it now.
She's a devil in disguise.
You know her as the dishiest gossip columnist in the city's trashiest tabloid. I call her Lucy. And our deal is this: the more clients I recruit for her Life Enrichment Program, the greater my rewards. But just between us, my fast track to heartless apathy has hit a few speed bumps -- lately, I've had the totally annoying impulse to do things that are...good. First there was rescuing a kid in the park. Then there was the date with the handsome, decent guy who wasn't even a celebrity. What's next, giving to charity or something? All I know is Lucy doesn't like it, not one little bit. And when she finds out, there will be hell to pay...
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April 04, 2005
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Excerpt from The Diva's Guide to Selling Your Soul by Kathleen O'Reilly
I've always been jealous of witches. Not the incense-burning, tree-fondling kind, but the others -- the ones that can cast real spells, that can turn people into livestock (I'd have turned my ex-husband into an aardvark -- a faint subgenus resemblance -- but that's another story).
When I was a kid, I'd watch Bewitched and wish for the ability to turn myself pretty and blond. As I grew older and married (my true hell on earth), I'd wish for the ability to ban housework forever. I was never meant to be a domestic servant, especially after a ten-hour day at the office. Cows should be domestic servants, not women, don't you think
I wanted to break free. Be somebody I never was.
You know Buffy, Xena, Joan of Arc Saving the world is for the pantywaisted. Me I want to rule it.