Gross Clubs

Tonight Marissa and I stereotypically attended the big 'industry' party in Hollywood. This party is code-word for...all wanna-be assistants in Hollywood. So, of course/sadly, I fit the bill.

Below is an example of why I hate clubs:

Creepy dude: I love your braces.
Wired Lady: Oh. Yeah?
Creepy dude: Yeah. I have a big fetish with young girls.

Real exchange.


Epilepsy.


Spittin' some game.


Marissa, cute. Stephanie, gross.