Kim walked down the street by her house at exactly noon, just a she told the paparazzi she would do, her giant ass cheeks bobbing side to side. She loved the attention, being one of the biggest attention whore in the world. She stopped at a local vendor and purchases every magazine with her on the cover, and offered to sign a few in lieu of paying, something that irked her when they said no. “But I’m Kim Kardashian,” she explained annoyed that she had not been recognized, and thinking she need to fire he publicist for this indignity.
“I know who you are,” the forty something owner smiled, “I have your sex tape.”
“And?”
“Meh.”
Kim grabbed her magazines, paid, and stormed off, angry that she knew this incident would be on the cover of the next magazine she bought about herself. As she stormed home, her butt swinging form side to side, she walked right into an elderly homeless woman dressed in red and greens. When the tow collided dust form the woman was thrown into the air and gently floated down onto Kim’s designer outfit. “Oh my God, you cow! You got your dirt all over me!” Kim pushed the woman away form he and began to brush the dust off, noting that it had an odd golden color to it. “Jesus Christ! What did you do, sleep it off at a rave? God you’re so disgusting!”
“Not all of us can be rich Kim,” the woman smiled slyly as she picked he self up form Kim’s push, “I’m sorry.”
“You’re not rich because you’re lazy. I worked hard for my father’s money!”
“Well I’m still sorry.”
“Whatever,” Kim said not caring to talk with the woman further. She stormed by her and pushed her to the ground again, and did not stop looking down her nose until she reached her home. Maybe if she did she would have seen the woman make her ay to an alley and disappear laughing softly the whole time.
At home Kim called up her boyfriend for the publicity, Kanye and fl eta strange urge to break it off with him. She offered no real explanation, and when Kanye threatened her with legal action for breaking their dating contract, she laughed it off, “I do know better lawyers than you do, sweetie.”
Kim scratched her large ass, as it seemed to become uncomfortable in her cloths. She looked back to see it look swollen under her clothes. “It must be from the nasty fall I took at the hands of that awful poor woman.” She paid it little heed and tweeted about her “horrible attack” before she checked her make up in the mirror, something she did dozens of times through out a day. In the mirror she noticed a few strands of white hair, and her almond shaped eyes went wide in terror. The scream she let out could be heard through out the neighbor hood. She ran to her bedroom and threw her self on the bed, “My life is over!” She gently sobbed herself to sleep, unprepared for the changes she would face when she woke up form her spoiled brat nap.
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