Paris Hilton
Stars Are Blind (Single)
[Warner Bros. / WEA; 2006]
Rating: Racist

Darby O'Brien: Arose 10 AM. Loafted around the house all morning. In to work at WD 3 PM. Off at 2 hours 30 of the clock. Took surface car home arriving 1:25. Had a feed and retired 2 AM. Kenefick Doesn't need a haircut! Before diving...after diving. They spent most of their time together chasing girls, boxing on the street corner and playing epic games of chess and checkers, sometimes over the phone. But mostly they chased girls. They even had hand signals! Quite the players, they were.

Sy Sutcliffe: I went up the office to get negatives. Then I went up to Dewey Beach with Tom. Big mob there watching the races. Then we went down Revere and had a swim. The water was cold but all right after you got so numb you couldn't feel it. Walking along the Boulevard we got aquainted with Ella McCartney and Mollie Clifford of Roxbury. Rode on flying horses and then home via Narrow alleycar. Came home and retired 10PM.

Pop Snyder: Holy cats! the calliope is on the fritz again. Came up to my steps and listened to an old man discussing "whether the hen or the egg was made first" and whether a fire "burnt up or burnt down a house", etc. Keneific also gave me a letter that he received from Grace Curran in Lyndon addressed to me in a stage name. Have to rise early to get fitted for my new ear trumpet.

Jersey Bakely: WHAT DO I TYPE HERE RICHARD I AM NOT GOOD WITH COMPUERS

I was working at Gamestop shooting the breeze with one of the patrons about FFVIII's gameplay mechanics when I overheard this fat, slovenly piece of trash coming in to return an Xbox 360.

Fat disgusting man: Uhhhh I want to return this Nintendo (ed's note: yes, he called his Xbox 360 a NINTENDO)

Other employee: What's wrong with it?

Fat disgusting man: Uhhhhhhhh nothing, but my kid misbehaved and now I'm taking it back to the store as punishment.

Well, this infuriated me. My friend knows I don't get angry very often, but when I do, watch out. I slammed the pre-owned SNES titles I'd been holding down on the shelf and marched over to the fuckvent.

Me: Firstly, it's not a Nintendo. Get it straight if you're going to come into my dojo. Secondly, You realize you're about to deprive your child of immersive gaming experiences unlike anything the world has ever seen, right? Do you have any idea what is contained within that box? DO YOU? Of course you don't, Grandpa Luddite.

Fat disgusting man: Huh....??

He was obviously dazed by my flurry of linguistic blows.

Me: I'll tell you what. You take that thing back home and plug it in for your kid, and I won't look your number up in the computer and call the child up to tell him Master Jake (a play on Master Shake, ATHF) from Gamespot thinks his dad's a mouthbreathing curmudgeon unworthy of parenting.

He grabbed his box and without saying a word walked out the door. Score yet another point for the forces of logic and reasoning.



I like girls who ain't afraid to wear some big baggy jeans and a tshirt and just flop down and be relaxed and smile at you and they look kind of tired but when they look at you some of their cares seem to melt away because they lose themselves in the moment and forget about all the little things in life that weigh them down and they just reach over and squeeze your hand and you share a little moment togther and that squeeze is the most important thing in the world for the few seconds it happens.



Hell is other people. I remember I had to read Sartre in college French class. This is back when I had both legs (amputated below the knee 3 years ago [(log on to www.mrdarsiehouseofpl.co.nz to learn more]). she always wore a different shirt with different variants of "Aliens are lovable because they're so spatial." written on the back. That was so