oh, paris

i'm so sorry i said that you were out. as soon as i announced it on this very blog, she was denied entry to bungalow 8 in new york. of course, deep down inside, she's just as insecure as the mean girls you went to high school with who laughed as you wore your best knock-offs of the fashions you saw in YM.

i mean, i understand how heartbreaking it was for her to not be allowed in and i feel partly responsible. but then to go getting drunk and driving around... well, that was uncalled for.

i'm sorry you're out! if you want in, maybe you should gain a couple and volunteer at a soup kitchen!