Yesterday I went on one of those celebrity
home tours you get in Hollywood. I wasn’t particularly keen but the girl I met
in this hostel so I figured why not, I didn’t have anything better to do. Now don’t
get me wrong, I am totally into celebrity culture – I write excessively on this
blog about my one-sided but incredibly rewarding relationship with Tyler
Hoechlin’s abs – I also read trashy celeb magazines like their Pulitzer Prize
winners – but there was just something about this tour that made me really
uncomfortable.
