"The highest high, deep inside." -
Brand New Heavies, Highest High [buy the album]
I wasn't feeling hollywood enough this morning so when Jillian Barbarie flashed her
sidekick 2 on
good day LA this morning I knew what must be done. I hopped on the
T-Mobile site and with that web only 50 dollar off deal I made it happen, made it happen. Now I'm just like
Paris and Lohan (who so should star together in a buddy cop movie) except their's are bejeweled or bedazzled or something. I think mine will need a tattoo when it arrives. So best. So hot. So excited.
This is how hipster I am. Instead of going to see
Saul Williams at
Amoeba Records and then going to his after-party at
Tokio, I'm going to go to Mexicali and get drunk on margaritas and taquitos with friends because while I like Saul and appreciate the label invite, I'm not about going out in H'wood on a Tuesday night. Apparently I'm getting old.
This is how scenester I am. For the last two weeks, I've been obsessed with
Bijou Phillips. She's been showing up in random paparrazi photos and has been talked about
doing random stuff at private parties and, well, I'm just curious. I want to know her deal. She's currently dating someone and I don't even think that's what I'm interested in. I just want to know what's her crazy? I want to go all
Existentialist Detective on her and find out about her world. Well, I think that opportunity is on the horizon. The concentric circles of our mutual friends are intertwining and it's only so long before we fall into the shared area of our venn diagrams. Be ready. I promise to spill all the beans here. Unless she's totally cool and then she'll get a cool nickname here and all the juicy tidbits will end up on my LJ.
I'm in love with
Livejournal so much right now, I can't even tell you. And that's how ironic geekster I am.
And, finally, here's a fashion tip.
Tiffany Brown mentioned
the chinese slipper trend on her site yesterday and I'm here to tell you -- I hate them. Ladies, much like the awful ugg boot, they just aren't cute. It makes whatever pants you're wearing them with look like they are pajama pants and that you just walked out in your house slippers. Your feet look like they are trapped behind chicken wire and it drives me crazy watching your feet always appearing precariously close to flying out of your shoe. Maybe they are comfortable, I don't know. I just know I hate them. Trend over. Put them away.
Thanks.