Stories like this freak me out too much.

The worst part is that there are virtually no leads, no suspects, no evidence, and no motive. She was a bitchin lady who straight up got capped in Bev Hills.

The other day (as in, last month) Darien and I had to be somewhere in West Hollywood and we pulled over in that area to take a nap. No, really. We took a nap. In my car. Nothing freaky happened. We aren't even that gross. We literally napped. For, like, 45 minutes.

So now I have to find a new rich neighborhood to take naps in my car in.