Imaginary Socialite

Hair Flip: My roommate needs to go. Seriously. Aimee brought back this perfume from the Sephora in Japan, and we couldn’t figure out what it smelled like? So she comes into my room and goes, “Oh, this is easy, it smells like cocaine.”

Am I The IS: Yikes.

Hair Flip: Then there’s this big pause and we changed the subject.

Am I The IS: To what?

Hair Flip: Barbie for Louboutin. Like death. I mean, what’s the one part of Barbie you can never find.

Am I The IS: Her shoes!

Hair Flip: Her shoes! So Louboutin makes like five Barbie shoe designs? For those teeny tiny plastic molds?! Omg Barbie is so screwed. It’s worse than when your roommate takes your Brenda Bag and doesn’t tell you.

Am I The IS: I wouldn’t know. I don’t have a Brenda Bag.

Hair Flip: That’s okay. I love my Brenda Bag. You can love your Sketchers.

Am I The IS: And be whelmed? In Europe?

Hair Flip: Exactly.

[NICK THUNE - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

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