I went to bed at four something this morning, and woke up at eight. I had a cranberry almond scone, fresh squeezed OJ, and some soy yogurt... NOW I need me some coffee... or chai.
I feel out of place in L.A. ESPECIALLY Santa Monica. Everybody is so rude, and their main priority seems to be buying really expensive, already ruined clothing. (Chicks here wear Uggs with their tight pants/ small skirts/ marshmellow coats/ etc. It is so STUPID. Maybe I'm crazy, but I'm not about to but a ratty old pair of jeans for $2200, just because some ass hole with a one word name pissed on them!
ALSO- I was sitting in a restaurant next to two women the other day. They were my age, and ALL they were talking about, (loudly) was how they didn't eat anything with sugar- wheat- everything. They ordered some chicken salad thing that appeared to consist of chicken, lettuce, and mayonnaise??? Whatthehell?! What is wrong with these people??? I was laughing the whole time I ate my grilled portobello mushroom burger. FUNNY.
I saw Mary-Kate and Ashley a few days ago. They're like five feet tall. One of them was INSANELY skinny, but the other one was just a little bit skinnier than me, and she was cute! I've always kinda' thought they looked like treasure trolls.
My friend, Dave knows a former handler of Michael Jackson. She told him that Jackson flew to London before the trials to have some birthmarks removed. He is very creepy.

Posted by Danielle @ 11:41 AM | 3 Comments