The thing you gotta love about Paris, is that bitch has no shame. Where most of us have little voices in our heads telling us that dressing like a character in a Disney movie is probably not the best idea, Paris just gives ‘er. So here she is in some club lookin like a fool, but still getting the attention from every motherfucker with a camera phone. I guess Paris is kind of a savior, giving people who have come in contact with her something to tell their friends about for the next week, month or maybe a year. This encounter may define them socially and the story of coming in contact with Paris will follow them for life. The whole celebrity thing confuses me, I find someone like Paris a total fucking waste of space, but having money and a lot of media attention makes people love her, think she’s important, idolize her and want to be her or at least be around her. I think she has a bigger impact and level of importance than any of us, and that is really all our fault for wasting our energy caring about her.
My wife asked me to stop talking about our personal life on here. I can respect that. She is my wife and thus my life. This shit’s just a website. There’s more to life than a website. Remember that asshole…