Well, I guess some one woke up (or a job or two was threatened) and Ms. Hilton is now back in jail--rash and all.
Hey, if having a rash will keep me out of jail, I have a plan. Every late spring when the weather here in Northern California heats up and I get a rash just thinking about moving around in the heat, I'll commit all my crimes and then, when I get arrested, I'll declare that I have a rash (and I will have one so it's not a lie), and I'll be set free and I get to wear a keen ankle bracelet too and stay home! Hey, that means I can't go to work. Dang Jethro! That means I can sleep in. Wander around in my jammies all day long if I want. Not have to answer to anyone but my probation officer when he or she calls to check on me--that will make me feel "special". I think little Paris is on to something, but, of course, she does have advantages over me. She's rich. Her parents have mega-buck lawyers. She can whine and cry and fling herself about much better than I can. I just look like a blonde-haired version of the Michelin man whose whine sounds more like a motor that needs oil, and, when I cry, my mascara runs and my eyes look racoon-ish and the last time I flung myself anywhere, my upper torso walked sideways for days. So I guess I'll just continue to obey the law and find some other way to get my 15 minutes of fame... Aren't Paris Hilton's 15 minutes up? Oh, wait, she has the resources to buy lots more time. I wonder how much my jar of change will get me...
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Ah, yes, but does Paris have a blog and a blog following??? I HIGHLY doubt it. So there!
Ms. Hilton is a blog. Or is that a blob? But now she's "found God". Man, I find that so offensive... The girl says she needs to elevate her status as a human being and be a better example and then she goes back to crying and whining and trying to find ways of getting special attention in a place meant to teach her to grow up and do something besides shop and drive drunk!
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