robertson

there are so many great things about where i live. The least fave is the incessant paparrazi that are parked all over robertson blvd which is THE place to shop for the stupid starletts and reality show bimbos like the kim kardashian and paris hilton and brit. spears. I was once knocked over by a papparazzo chasing after kim kardashian and then had to run with a paparazzi swarm 3 months ago so I woudn't be stampeded by them in order for them to get a pic of heidi fucking montag from the hills. I mean can you imagine that being in my obit: "She was accidently stampeded to death by the papparazzi who needed to get a picture of heidi and spencer laughing at LC's clothing line at Kitson" what a way to go. I've also been mocked by one pap who laughed at me cause i tripped b/c i wasn't paying attention to where i was walking as i was also texting. He was from TMZ and filmed the whole thing. thanks.

anyway, yesterday I walked to the newsroom to get the us weekly that is going to change my life (although I also realized I dont have a boob job like jen anniston, but that's okay i still think I can get to look like her) and not one pap. to be found, it was so nice! Happy new year to me! It's also helpful to walk up roberston in the morning cause they're not there either, although then you might get attacked by the mean homeless man who loves me one day and asks me to take him to the movies and then yells furiously at me the next day! Pfft, men.

so that was my thurs. cruising robertson, playing tennis at the B.H. tennis club (thank God i'm back in LA where its warm and not barbaric temperatures, how does one play tennis in a tennis skirt outside in the middle of january in NYC... one does not!)