Where can I borrow a tiara? Gigi invited me to Friday’s star-studded costume party and she repeatedly suggested I go as Sweden. I think she means Denmark, since that’s where I’m from. So, seeing as how I’m sure we never win at Miss Universe (which Miss Australia won last night) I thought I’d go as Miss Universe from Denmark. Now, do I have time to sew myself a sash?
I cannot stop eating! I’ve had two dinners so far and a bottle of wine plus dessert. Somebody save me! Maybe I’m a hobbit…
I was working as a personal assistant today to my celebrity fashion designer/girlfriend of a celebrity/psychotic micro-manager. I think I’m going to call her Gigi. Gigi is hosting a surprise birthday party for her boyfriend on Friday in their Beverly Hills home. Slated to attend are Keanu Reeves, Sidney Poitier, Lionel Ritchie, John Clease, Arnold Schwarzenegger, etc. so needless to say, she’s a nervous micro-managing wreck. (Despite all her faults, I kind of like her her. Hopefully, unlike Courtney Love, this one will actually pay me.)
Gigi has spent nearly $2000 on 4 tiny bathroom mirrors today. And now she’s stressing out over which one looks best in the maid’s restroom. I got this close to telling her that I had to borrow $300 off of a girlfriend last Friday in order to pay my rent that was due today. Two of those mirrors could have paid my entire rent. Hollywood is a sick, sick town.