Partying my Booty off

I'm so *&^%! exhausted! Five days and nights of partying my booty off after the Lakers won. I threw THE bash of the century. You know what I mean, the kind of kick in the butt funky you up get down and beg for more party. In fact, my party was so sick that Aristotle Metropolis would NOT GET THE HINT to leave. The boy is rich, but he sure don't have a clue when it's time to go and the party is OVER!!!

My new assistant, Lorenz, did a lousy job cleaning up the mess but he picked out the perfect outfit for me for the party: the Custo Barcelona Dress. So, I can't come down too hard. Oh, and guess what? Meadow had the nerve to show up UNINVITED to the party. She claimed that Farrah drug her along. Farrah wouldn't say, cause she's friends with both of us but it's obvious that "sweet little Meadow" came to spy on Kip and me.

What's really irritating though is that Meadow was wearing a stunning dress by Just Cavalli. Now I know she doesn't have that kind of taste, obviously she's been studying my look and copying me. She'll stoop to anything to get Kip back! Of course Kip worships the ground I walk on. But STILL.