Fame, Fortune, and oh, what else? love! part 2

[sumbluskies]

10:22 A.M.
Location: Paris

Life's Little Suprises

Hello, my adoring fans! Did you like my new movie? I told you it would be AMAZING!!!! While two months have passed since the last time I wrote an entry, I have to say, my life has been getting better and better! At the Grammys, I was sitting next to a celebrity starlit, Paris Hilton. Indeed, I am not decieving you, THE Paris Hilton complimented me on my dress, saying, "That's hot," in an enthusiastic tone. I was dying in my seat! Paris has invited me to come out to some new Hollywood club, and even offered to fly me over with her! Well, seeing as I've been in many private jets of my own, I offered to take her, but she insisted she'd take me! I had to soon shut my mouth, I was blabbering on about my new movie when the first presenters showed up on stage.

The night club was amazing. I may be old-fashioned, but this was off the hook! Now, let me take a break for a moment and tell you that even though I am an experianced actress, I can still appreciate the high stardom that Paris attracts. She just glows, and people literally stop and bow down at her feet! Talk about crazy fans! You know, that girl can party! She took me into a VIP room where her boyfriend Paris, was waiting for her. He quickly kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug, being fully aware that there was another person standing next to Paris. She looked at him and went, "What? I can't bring along another friend?"

Paris had just smiled and said, "What happened to Nicole?"
Of course. I knew what he meant! Where's her best friend, forever? Where is Nicole??

Paris had quickly moved her designer Gucci bag to the other arm. "You know she's old news. We're so over, I told you this two days ago! Don't you remember?"

I had a feeling that I was in the way of something very personal. As much as I was loving to hear every detail, I didn't want to lose Paris as a friend, so I got up and went to the door.

"Don't go Daisy, I was just leaving," She slinked away from the table with a frown on her face. She lightly grabbed me on the arm and whispered, "Let's go spend the night dancing."

I couldn't argue with her, even though I am not in the best shape, I still managed to spend from 10:00 to 3:20 in the morning dancing. Paris had taken off with some hot guy who looked very handsome. He talked with an accent that sounded along the lines of Spanish, so I assume he came from Argentina, or something like that. When Paris left, she told me we will totally stay in touch, and that she had a lot of fun partying with me. Perfect, I was saying in my head. You never know when knowing Paris may come in handy. She's such a nice girl...

I soon took off myself, with a man by the name of Adrien. He was telling me all these stories of his hometown, Paris. I couldn't believe some of the stories he told me, and I couldn't stand the fact that he drank all day long , but I didn't let that stop me from having a fling. It's been awhile since I've been out on the town for a whole night.I'm happy to have taken advanced French in high school and college, because Adrien has a thick accent. Imagine what it would be like if I didn't know a lick of French? Oh, the horror! It would be a sin, not to hook up with a man this hot. With me in this tight red dress, I figured, why not? My feet are killing me, my face is starting to get wrinkles, and I could use a deep tissue massage. He took me in a limo, and we were off, but I didn't know where he was taking me. I am smart enough to know to be careful, but I don't have to worry my pretty little brunette head, off!


The limo took us to the JFK airport. Adrien grabbed my hand and proclaimed, "Will you come with me?"

I smiled very aware that I could be gone for months without being back in the United States. "I would love to accompany you," I hugged him, and jumped into his arms. I leaving my home and family here, but when you are as famous as me, you need to get away once in awhile. Anyhow, with one call on my razor cell, my bodyguard can get someone to look after my house. I was as happy as could be that I was on this international flight with Adrien, he is the ideal man. He also is quite a head-turner, if you know what I mean.
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It's been three days since I've been on that flight with Adrien. He is famous over here, and I love all the attention he gets. It is quite an attractive trait to know someone can captivate you by just one glance into your eyes. It turns out, he is a type of model for some fancy French magazine. Did I mention he is rich? I am living very comfortably with my dream man. He's taking me to breakfast in a few minutes, which he explains is at this amazing little cafe he knows, where the umbrellas make the tables feel enclosed. I love being alone with him. I'll get back to you guys about my love life in a month. Ciao! Oh, my, that's Italian. Hahaha, oh, well. Goodbye my little chéri!