ELLA BROWN: NEW BOYFRIEND???
Was written in big letters on the cover of Weekly Us with a picture of me and my new boy friend (don't forget the space!), Dylan Mitchell, hanging out in a café.
Really..? Again...?
I seriously hate when paps do that: I hang out with a guy one day and next thing you know, he's my boyfriend?
I guess that's fame.
My phone vibrated. Probably a notification or a text.
Oohh! It's from instagram!
georgie_magenta commented on your picture.
What pic is it?
Ah! The one that I posted yesterday with Dylan.
Well let me see that comment.
georgie_magenta: @Ella_Brown you are such an ugly slut! hanging out with guys every week... unbelievable! smh... don't even get why you famous
Nevermind.
Another thing that I hate about fame.
Hate towards other people.
Don't get why it exists.
Two bad things already happened and it's just 6 am.
Another vibration. Hope it's not a hate comment.
It's Lara, a friend of mine. Well kind of.
Lara: are you going to Elyse's birthday party?
Elyse (aka birthday girl) is one of my friends. Well best friend, actually. We met at our model agency.
Me: yeah, obviously! she's my best friend. why tho?
Lara: wanna to buy a dress with me at 9? gucci store in BH?
Me: my flights at 5
Me: but yeah sure. see ya then!
Lara: see ya!Well I guess I have to go dress shopping in 3 hours with Lara.
I actually was going to wear one of the many dresses that I have in my closet. I bet there's a bunch of them that I haven't worn yet. Guess I'm going to add another dress to that closet.
Since I was in the kitchen, I go in my room.
I open the door and flop on my bed.
Should I go take a shower or nah?
Let's watch Netflix instead.
I pick up my laptop from my bedside table and open it directly on Netflix.
I started watching 'Jane The Virgin' last week and I love that show!
I'm still at season 1, so... yeah.
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After watching one episode and a half, I decided that it's time to get prepared. I got up from my bed and walk over to my closet.
This is what I love about going out: choosing clothes!
After 5 minutes of going through my clothes, I decided on a low-cut satin shirt with black pants and black stilettos.
I put my clothes on a chair and go brush my teeth.
And since I'm not this boring in-the-bathroom morning person, I put some cool music on.
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