Dance, nails. dance.

(don’t worry, I made myself vomit when I wrote that).

I’m actually the complete opposite.

I flew into LA yesterday via economy class (jet-setters (JS) ride business at least), got picked up at LAX by my mommy (JS’s use car services), went to their house to do a bit of work (JS’s have their own second homes), went shopping with my mom (nothing to say there), went on a run (something tells me that JS’s don’t really work out), and then went to the Lakers playoff game with my friend (I just pretty much rode his coat-tails on that one).