nicky hilton got married. i was so disappointed to open the link and find out it wasn't me she got hitched to.
and paris is really getting married, i don't know who i'm going to party with now that both of them are going to have husbands, fake or not. there goes my life. the other night i was at pharrell william's new footwear flavor debut from ice cream and bbc, whatever that is, and i trailed paris all over the place. i also was wearing the same shirt to that as i wore to the kill bill premiere like four months ago. which should tell you right there how poor and or lazy i am.
apparently, i'm dating
this chick. i should probably know her name but you know, that's hardly my style. i bought her a rose that night, as pictured, i'm sure we slept together minutes afterward. she's cute, she'll probably mooch off me until she finds i have very little in the bank and then she'll dump me for a punk rocker or something along those lines.
i don't know how to end this because i'm sort of in shock about nicky and i'm in shock at how easy it was to write this update, lata.