Nigella Roth

Whats this? Oh I see.
Evening there, Im Nigella Roth, legatee of the Crowne family, you may have heard about our reputed stallion collection in Westchester. Of course that doesnt much factor for me anymore, not since I was a young foolish girl that went against daddy's wishes and ran off with a young Jewish pork butcher. I threw my chance at a happy and glamourous life out the window that night. God if I could turn back the clock..
I see my 'husband' has already left a message here, and I figured he spent his time on this damn contraption oogling the girls from the cabaret.
So what am I doing here, what do I get out of this? Oh I dont know, the chance to air my views and wishes, leave some sort of a mark. The more I think about it the more I realise its been too many dark years since I last did that.
We never had a son, Hyman and I, and sometimes I regret that. This house is a big empty place for two old croaks like us. But I wouldnt want to bring a child into a loveless home. Thats right loveless, are you reading this YOU SON OF A BITCH?? You cant silence me here, now everyone can know what its like.
My husband only cares about the pork trade these days, he stays up nights cursing the bastards at the Delhi Deli. Youre a gaddamn jew Hyman, you dont even know what pork fucking tastes like.. Good on 'em I say, drive my husband outta town and do us all a favour.
All I've got is my study, my little corner in the world where I can look at the walls and walls of books and feel the warmth of a fire and imagine that for a few short moments that things might have been different. And let me tell you when I open my eyes and see the withered woman in the mirror I almost wish I was dead. 'Never mind dear, have another long island', I hear myself say.

Botox again tomorrow, as usual. Sad but true.