Paris Hilton continues to walk around dressed in all pink like an 8 year old that wants to get a pony from the tooth fairy. Don't ask me why people are still talking about this woman. This is cute when you're 22, but maybe not so much when you're 40, it starts to give off a creepy, desperate vibe. I can see her now, walking around by herself in her empty, soulless mansion. "I'm Paris Hilton!" she says to nobody in particular. I might have to add her to the "Never Write About Again" pile.
