Hollyweird

Viki took us to see Hollywood yesterday. We walked the walk of fame and went into a lot of stores. I bought way to much crap again. I actually bought a bag because it matches my wallet and cigarette case. I bought the cigarette case because it matches my wallet. Of course there was another pair of sunglasses to be bought... can't have too many of those.

I didn't find the one name I was looking for on the Walk of Fame though. That name being James Dean. I love that actor. Sucks that he died so young. Owh, and if you don't know who he is... Shame on you and go watch Rebel Without A Cause. Love that movie.

Shardae and Mark where in heaven seeing as in they have so many goth-shops/rock-shops there. It was nice though. Viki and I had driven them mad the day before in the mall, buying shoes and such. So it was their turn to go into every store on Hollywood Blvd.

There are a lot of tattoo and piercing shops there as well. And almost every store we went into had lovely bellybutton piercings. I always wanted one. So I got one. Yup, that's right. I volunteered to have a needle stuck into me. Or rather, through me. It still hurts a bit. But its nice. I got a fancy one, not some stupid ring. I like it. But, ya, AUWH. Not so much the needle, as the stupid ass clamp they use. And the guy who did it had no character what so ever. Shinny and Bright, not so much...

But my phone is full of pictures of stars now. (The stars on the walk of course, not the actual ones). Was a good day yesterday. Even though I did spend wwaaaayyyy to much money. Yet again. They have therapies for Shopaholics right? Maybe there's a SA meeting for me to go to (hihi).