stars may be blind, but they can still hear.

Va sent me this article of Paris Hilton and titled it,"Modesty, thy name is...well, it's sure as hell not Paris, anyway." to which i replied:

i'm sorry, what part gave you the immodest impression? wait, no, let me guess. um...was it..."I, like, cry, when I listen to it, it's so good." ? was that it? maybe they're not really tears. maybe it's all of the heroine that's got her tear ducts all in a rage. wait, though, the dryness of coke would probably counter act that. or maybe it really just is the angelic tone to her purely studio-created voice.

i like to think of Paris as a lab-created emerald. sure it's completely manufactured, synthetic, and cheap, but is it any less green? actually it's greener because it doesn't have all of those pesky imperfections that natural, raw talent...uh, i mean, real gems have.

the bad thing is that when i first heard her song, i thought it was Gwen Stefani. whoops.