I read about it a while ago in an Afrikaans daily.
After becoming quite freaked out by the news at first I decided to brush it off as a mistake in the press. Someone who caught wiff of something and then mixed up their stories. No need to break my head or a mug over this. It would all go away. It would all go away.
It did not.
I was flipping through some channels yesterday and there it was. The bane of my existence. The embodiment of everything that is wrong with this world in my opinion. The wrongest thing on two legs. My worst nightmare got given a voice and record deal.
Paris Hilton has a single out.
Whenever something awful happens you look . Two boeings fly into the World Trade Towers, you look. A giant wave drags screaming people out to sea, you look. An earthquake shakes so violently a whole building falls over, you look. Paris Hilton appears in her own music video, you look.
The song's name is Stars are Blind and you can listen to it or watch the video (accident) at www.parishilton.com. It's some reggae-ish number with of course dreadful lyrics and the video could not be more un-orignal if she tried.
My friend Anton claims she does not have to try, she has money. He worships the ground Paris Hilton walks on and regards her as the most supreme form of celebrity. I did slap him twice last night as I feel people like him are responsible for someone like her getting media coverage and record deals.
Under "Occupation" on the Wikipedia website it says she is an actress, model, and singer. They left out heiress. Let's face it, she's more famous for that detail than the others.
Ugh.
I also read on Wikipedia that darling Paris will include some hip-hop numbers too. I cannot wait!
Paris Hilton got under my skin the first time I saw a picture of her in some magazine a couple of years ago. And not in the pleasant under the skin way that Frank Sinatra sang about. More like a sandworm. Those things that crawl under the skin on your feet and makes creepy red patterns. That's what Paris Hilton is.
Like the sand worm she is difficult to get out again. You don't want it their because it causes great discomfort and looks downright gross. You need a lot of patience to get rid of it. It can't be cut out I think because some piece of it might stay behind under your skin. A friend's dad had it many years ago, so I know something about it.
I hate that Paris Hilton gets to me so much. I think it is her smile. That look of self-satisfaction she has. It says, "I know I am completely talentless and useless, but you all just cannot help loving me, can you?" Smile-smile-wink.
A cliche: money=power.
I think Anton has a point.
Friday, July 07, 2006
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so when were you planning on telling me that you have a blog???? ironically i've found it via mccool's of all people!
i tried linking you the other day, maar ek sukkel nog, tipies...
hmmmm.... i hate Paris, but I would love to be Paris - it just seems so simple. Although I do have the copy of THE HEAT that declares her depressed ;-)
then you would love/hate this
http://parisfacial.ytmnd.com/
god that's nightmarish.
funnily enough i saw this video without sound about a month back. i couldn't figure out if it was shakira, jessica simpson or jessica simpson's sister. or maybe a spruced up britney. or madonna.
psigioot - that pic collage would've been frightening were it not for the fact that i've page through her 'book' - how to be a heiress. in it she discusses posing and how hard she's worked on refining the perfect pose.
needless to say, that was it.
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