surprise.

i seriously had no clue. i was thinking dance lessons or hot air ballooning. way off. way way off. on our way to santa monica we went. if i had an unlimited supply of money you better believe my bootie would live in santa monica. clean. a-mazing shopping. beach. heaven.

i know this blog is supposed to keep you up to date with little smell. but i figured you love me too so you should be forced privileged enough to get a glimpse into my life as well. your welcome.

you park about a block and a half away from ms. lately's studio and walk. i thought i would be heading into some mega tv production studio, but i was wrong (imagine that). it was seriously just business buildings. regular. nothing out of the ordinary except for the fact that a certain fun little nugget parks his pimped out bmw suv right next to the line of people anxiously awaiting to see him, and right next to his adoptive mother's bentley. not a bad life to have.

you can have your copy of chelsea chelsea bang bang back. i found it. don't worry i won't get them confused. mine is autographed especially for brianne and yours is not. not to rub it in at all.

it's honestly not fair that rich people get to eat the food they do. michael's was the bomb. of course i didn't use the word bomb while i was there, i didn't want people to know i am from ceres. so out came my most robust vocabulary and the heels and to michael's we went.

so the coloring is kinda weird. i feel like i look like part of the cullen family which is cool, i'll take that. our time in la went by way to fast. our walk on the beach was not nearly far enough and my time meandering in and out of all of the eclectic shops was definitely not long enough. but the memories will last forever.

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