Friday, October 4, 2007 - Kim
This was a crazy week. My beloved cell phone died on me, and I call it my beloved cell phone because in it is stored all my phone numbers. No, my numbers are not backed up any other place in the world. I stopped keeping a phone book a long time ago. Stupid right? I just have the numbers stored in there. So imagine my horror and the feeling of disconnection I felt, particularly to all my L.A. friends. Because of the work schedule, I was left without my phone for a day and a half. Finally, I went to the store and paid a grip (a whole lot of money) for a new phone. They were able to salvage all my numbers and info. So I guess it was worth all the money. But the best part was that one of the guys who worked there very sleekly kept asking me to marry him. I later found out he was 30 years old. Super cute, but too young for me!
My Chicago apartment is shaping up nicely. Charcoal gray sofa, chair and ottoman all from CB2 with acrylic coffee table and end tables, beautiful lamps and my zebra rug from Ebay arrived. ROARRRRR! My vision of having a gray, white, black and silver apartment is being realized. All I need to do is rip down those bloody awful mini blinds, hang some silk curtains, and Kim’s bachelorette pad will be ready for action! Oh yeah, and I gotta finish unpacking all my boxes.
I think the show is going great this week. I think the three of us are clicking nicely. It was fun having Harvey Walden on the show, even though I gained back all the weight I lost on Celebrity Fit Club. Oh well, I can always start my diet tomorrow. Again.
Oh yeah. Ereka and I went to a great party this week. Lucky Magazine is making their November issue all about Chicago and had a party to celebrate all the boutiques that were in the magazine. The women at this event were so chic and so fabulous and so sweet and I really noticed the difference between a Chicago party and a L.A. party is that the age range was vast. There were beautiful young women and beautiful older women too. I’m sorry but in L.A., old folks and young folks don’t usually hang out together unless it’s an old, rich geyser with his young, buxom girlfriend. And trust me honey, he bought the buxom.
Well, that’s it for now. I’ll talk to you guys next week. Keep watching the show.
