I'm trying to understand what went through the heads of Paris and Nicky Hilton as they got ready for some non-event excuse to give out giftbags and take pictures of ho-bags.
Paris: I'm totally going to frost my hair so it looks frozen and gray.
Nicky: That's so hot. I'm gonna throw my scraggly strands into a pony tail, just like I do when I purge.
Paris: That's so hot. And then we'll both just stare vacantly until we get an offer to do a Valtrex commerical.
Nicky: Herpes is so hot.
Sadly, I realize my quest for understanding is in vain - because cement doesn't contemplate what its being molded into. It just shows up, gets walked all over, and hopefully one day cracks and crumbles away into obscurity.