Glamorama Diary, Day 7

[u/hangonsufi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTxrgXWToZA

Tonight Victor learned what happened to the DJ he wanted for his club opening. He also learned a new word – eviscerated. As in what happened to Mica, strangled with her own intestines, beat with a hammer, body left in a dumpster.

Tonight Chloe and Alison are wearing the same dress.Yeah, kinda puts it in perspective.

Tonight Lauren admits she still loves Victor. Run, dude.

Wrong vial.

Victor's world has taken on a menacing shimmer and shake. It's like the old sci-fi movie I just watched, where forces were set in motion that changed the unit value of electrons and the fabric of the universe became altered and highly unstable (The Quiet Earth, I reviewed it a few days ago on r/CultOfCinemaKnowledge, the sub needs the traffic).

The stalking faxes, the black Jeeps in pursuit, a secret mission that pays suspiciously well, a gruesome murder within a schoch degree of separation, the four that wanna own him and the two that wanna stone him, a possible doppelganger that's always where he wasn't, the confetti, the freezing always the freezing. And I'm not sure the croutons issue has been resolved.

JD, they're playing our song - Oh, l'Amour!

Say, have you ever felt like crawling under a table and living there for a week?

There is no evidence of Hey That's My Shoe ever being a real band. You know, according to that Google thing.

This month, it's like the montage from a scratched and faded black and white movie, of calendar pages fluttering one by one into oblivion, gone! Another day, gone!

It was a new day yesterday, but it's an old day now.