check it.

I woke up this morning to find that my nose stud had mysteriously disappeared. It wasn't in my bed, bathroom, or attached to my towel meaning that it has suffered the same fate as my credit card and my roommates brand spankin' new ray-bans; disappeared into the depths of our apartment. We should probably stop giving everyone keys.

In any case, amidst the AIM booty call occurring last night the dynamic duo (...or something way cooler) managed to compile the most amazing party outfit on a budget---and then my dreams were crushed when I saw the dress (aka the main component of the party outfit) in person and realized it looked like spray-painted plastic. Next.

Anyway, the weekend rundown as followed: running around hollywood in stilettos and an lbd sweet talking promoters and ignoring 12 year old skate-boarders, dyeing my hair even more red than it was before---think Sidney Bristo circa season 1 of Alias, writing 'really?' across the top of my check when a completely MIA waitress thought she deserved a tip and watching my roommates make Twilight a drinking game. My suggestion was to have them take a shot everytime Edward was creepy, they didn't vote in favor of alcohol poisoning. Smart kids.