Yesterday I decided to enjoy the beautiful fall afternoon in Los Angeles, so I took a stroll down Robertson Blvd. Now this is extremely out of character for me because I like to avoid all the hoopla and constant paparazzi presence on this particular street. However, I was already in the area and on a hunt for a new pair of jeans. Little did I know I was soon to be held celebrity hostage!
I strolled into Kitson only to have Paris Hilton come in one minute after me to conveniently shop right in front of the windows with all the photogs outside snapping away. Annoyed I went to leave, however the Kitson security guards had a different idea. They locked the front door and would not let me out! I was told to wait, so for twelve minutes I was literally trapped in Kitson because of Paris Freakin Hilton.... really? Come one... who cares anymore? My meter was running out!
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