it is true, it doesn't rain in los angeles. well it never has when i have been here, not once. the light is always the same, the women all strangely must go to the ONE and only plastic surgeon here, because they oddly enough all look the same, same dogs, lots of the same big cars.
i went to barneys and saw all sorts of things i wanted, but the main sight was this one woman. aged between 40 and 70 years of age (but i think closer to 60), in the jil sander section. givenchy new gladiator heels, black head to toe, long blonde white hair, and the craziest head i have ever seen. i pretended i really was going to buy some new junya, (which is incredible), just so i could look at her longer. she could not take her eyes off herself, so i actually had no problems in staring as long as i wanted... window licker meets daryl hannah. all i could actually think of was, i wonder if her husband thinks she is hot and do they have a mirror on their bedroom roof?
i always hope i am going to see britney and paris, i did last time i was here. 2 times in fact, and lindsay. lindsay was wearing that sober badge, and i could hear her snorting something in the bathroom, funny that...so i lied already and told someone i saw paris yesterday, but i did see christina ricci today. she looked good. well, for the 3 seconds that she drove past me in her surprisingly BLACK mercedes.
anyway, now i lay on my bed channeling elizabeth taylor (beginning of valium stage), there is a mirror above my bed and i go to palm springs tomorrow - AND, i have just figured out who the clairvoyant was talking about with the letter P - PRINCE!!! i am going to marry prince! and get my upgraded concord...land of blah...not right now!
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