not sure what happened last night.
around 9 Paris texted me on my Sidekick.
i was all, "hey slut!"
and she was like, ":bitch please."
she's trying to get her fill of soju-tinis before heading off to the clink. So we rolled up to hyde, but wouldn't you know it? lindsay was in the bathroom again.
one thing led to another, and here i am passed out on some IKEA bullshit chair in studio city. who goes to studio city?
my mouth tastes like dog, and i'm totally out of cigarettes. WTF?
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