"The day I met PARIS MUTHAFUCKIN HILTON!!!"
How can't you delight in the glee of a young man meeting one of his celebrity heroes? Yesterday a teen from West LA went to his local Best Buy on Friday and stood in line for hours with his friends. He pre-ordered the cd, as was instructed, and after 6 hours of waiting, he got to meet the heiress, and thanks to MySpace, we now have this report.
I walk up in disbelief and Paris says Hi, thanks for coming. (By the way I am not sure if this is how the conversation went because everything felt surreal to me). Then I SHAKE HER HAND! YES I TOUCHED PARIS HILTON!!! She hands me the signed booklet of her album. Then I start blabbing on and said everything I told myself I wouldnt. It went something like this: Paris I like you so much and I love your style. I am so jealous of your car (I KNOW AAAH. I cant believe I said that but if you see her Benz you would know why, its too die for). The whole time I was with her all I could look at was her DIAMOND CHANEL necklace. It was huge! It must be worth so much. And she is like Thanks, youre so sweet. I am like, I like your music and I wish you the best. Screwed is my song! Then I walked away. So that was it. Thats my story of how I met Paris Hilton. She looks different in person. She doesnt look as skinny, her face seems wider, and her nose looks smaller. She looks so pretty. Her make-up was flawless. She was wearing this striped black and white Diane Furstenburg (sp?) She looked like a Barbie, perfection.
selfportrait by E Pill