Quelle Night!

The screening of Breakfast at Tiffany’s at the Hollywood Forever Cemetary was fun! Except for this cunt who first cut in line in front of us then ran in front of our blanket, flailing her hands about with the remnants of her cheap ass wine. When I yelled out “excuse you” to her, she had the nerve to yell back at me. Whatever. I hope her breast implants rupture and she gets cancer. But overall the people were very cute. The walking fashion disasters (always referred to as DON’TS) were just hilarious. Anna, klikitak and I had a ball making fun of those.