Cirque du celebrities
I had some bizarro dreams last night about celebrities. It was like a lineup of E! In one, I was Madonna's nanny, although I spent more time with her husband, and I was responsible for her son who was about 2 and the most adorable little guy in the world. I adored him.
In another, I went clubbing with Kate Moss, who was the nicest big sister-like girlfriend in the whole world. While out and about in Soho, I saw Gwen Stefani walking out, and then inside I saw Ashley and Mary Kate Olsen, and Nicole Richie, all who looked hella anorexic. Mary Kate and Nicole were total bitches! Plus, I totally felt out of place because for some reason I wasn't allowed to dress up to go out and was hanging out in t-shirt and jeans.
Anyways, I think this symbolizes that a) I've been watching too much TV, and b) I've clearly not been culturizing or educating myself, and all my brain has left to think about is what the fuck Nicole Richie is wearing! Help!
In another, I went clubbing with Kate Moss, who was the nicest big sister-like girlfriend in the whole world. While out and about in Soho, I saw Gwen Stefani walking out, and then inside I saw Ashley and Mary Kate Olsen, and Nicole Richie, all who looked hella anorexic. Mary Kate and Nicole were total bitches! Plus, I totally felt out of place because for some reason I wasn't allowed to dress up to go out and was hanging out in t-shirt and jeans.
Anyways, I think this symbolizes that a) I've been watching too much TV, and b) I've clearly not been culturizing or educating myself, and all my brain has left to think about is what the fuck Nicole Richie is wearing! Help!