Paris Hilton is Pretty

Sug and I appear to have made a habit of going radio-free when big news days roll around. Such was the case this week, when Paris left the Pokey. Since the minute by minute details have been splashed everywhere else, I'm not even attempting to say much about it. Aside from this, of course:

Paris Hilton is PRETTY. Paris Hilton should look like that every day. In fact, if Paris Hilton ever tries to spray bronze herself and then paint her face for three hours as we've gotten used to seeing her, then we ought to have an intervention. Also, this is the first time I've ever said anything nice about Paris Hilton, and it feels dirty. Luckily, I'm not against finding any mildly related cause to maintain my hatred regardless of reason. So this works out just fine for me. See, I was sick on Monday but I came into work in the morning. I came here in sweats and no makeup, because I was SICK. I actually left the house thinking "hey, I don't look so bad...I can do no makeup when I have a tan, Sweet!" Then I came to work and everyone told me how terrible I looked. "Oh, you look so tired" and "you really do look awful." So, my face is awful. They hate my face. And since Paris Hilton looks great, nay better, without her makeup, I hate her. She's the devil.