Hey Paris!!! Pick me! Over here, Paris!

Paris Hilton picked her new BFF...and I watched the whole episode. I'm so ashamed...I kept trying to walk away but the bad acting and the awkwardness and the desperation just kept reeling me back in. Plus, everybody was getting ready to "step up their game" and "take it to the next level" and I just had to find out who was really "real." (I'm not going to tell you...I don't want to spoil the surprise)

Ah....reality t.v....I love you. You've allowed me to accept my own trainwreck tendencies and encouraged me to step up my own game.

Ok...that was a total lie. I have no idea how to step up my game...I don't even know what that means, I just know that in order to be on any reality show, you have to be willing to do that...to step up your game. My inability to step up my own game is probably the only thing keeping me from being on reality t.v. Well, that and the fact that I've never actually tried to be on t.v. That's probably got something to do with it, as well.

Anyway, If Paris Hilton's new BFF doesn't work out and she goes for season two, I'm throwing my hat in the ring. I figure I have at least a few months to learn about all that game stuff...also, I'll probably be the only one that's "real." I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that knows that BFF stands for "best freeloader friend" and I'm willing to embrace that concept 100%. See?..."real."

I'm your girl, Paris...but if you ever call me your pet, I'll kick you.


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