Tears of a Clown

I had a hearing this morning. Sadly, it was in Pasadena. My usual haunt is L.A. Superior Court downtown. Of all the days to go to court elsewhere!
This picture is sheer hilarity. So pathetic!

I can't lie. I don't hate Paris Hilton. She is silly. She is immature. She makes poor decisions. She has herpes. But I don't think she's a bad person. Herpes doesn't make you a bad person. Herpes just means you're a dirty whore.

In any event, kudos to the brains behind The Simple Life for excellent editing and convincing me that she's not all bad and can actually be rather kind and sweet sometimes. I know, I know. TV lies to me, but I still can't help feeling that she is sort of nice but just dumb as rocks. Then again, I'm the person who watches commercials and runs out to buy the products within hours of seeing said commercials.

Don't get me wrong. I'm all for her going to the slammer. [Slam her? I barely knew her! And now I have herpes! Yay!] I do, however, have a soft spot in my heart for Paris. I appreciate people who are willing to lampoon themselves.

Here's an oldie but a goodie:

Best of luck, Paris. I hope you come out alive and unscathed. Well, almost unscathed. Deep down, I hope that you'll emerge with a teardrop tattoo on your cheek as a lifetime memento of your idiocy.

Say it with me -- that's hot.