one time i lived in helLA

and there was a launch party at
the mondrian complete with helicopters
and polaroid cameras.
it wasn't the first time i'd been kicked out
of a nice hotel.

but i think i was definitely the best dressed i'd ever been whilst getting kicked out of said hotel.

and there were great company parties at mexican restaurants.
i can't remember if it was this one or this one, or neither.
but it was fun.

ya and now because this has become a completely self obsessed blog,
here is a picture of me when i was younger
and pretty and fucking smiley.

ok now i think i will go buy a nosering.
afterall, the only reason i took it out
was for that shitty restaurant gig.
that gave me shopping money...
now i will go cry...