3.21.2010
I took a weekend to myself and flew to LA to go shopping and meet up with friends. The hotel I was staying at was filled with paparazzi. My friend Michelle told me that I had to get out. She let me stay with her in her condo. Christina Ricci lived there and seemed to be a hard partying wild child. Someone asked me to stay with her for a second while they went to do something. She invited me into her condo which sort of looked like a classroom, with no windows. There was one neon green wall, and her seating was limited to plastic foldout chairs. I had convinced myself that her recent strangeness was probably just part of PR stunt. I wondered if she had a new movie coming out or if she was related to Nina Ricci and was working with her in fashion.
Then I woke up.
