The secret Paris Hilton

June 24th, 2007

The Secret – Rhonda Byrne is paris hiltons new scam. She claims she read the book LOL she got PAID to promote this book
Walters told the ‘The View’ audience on today’s show that Paris “sounded tired, but was totally aware of what she was saying.”

Hilton has been reading while she passes her time behind bars. Walters said that she has been reading newspapers such as the LA Times and The Wall Street Journal. Hilton is also becoming enlightened by reading “The Secret”, “The Power of Now” and The Bible. She told Walters that “God has given me this new chance.”

Paris Hilton Jail Diaries

June 10th, 2007

Paris Hilton, after attending Sunday’s MTV Movie Awards,
was then off to the Century Regional Detention Facility
in Lynwood. She is expected to serve about 23 days for
violating her probation stemming from an alcohol-related
driving charge. “I hope that I’m an example to other
young people,” she told reporters.

DAY 1: Arrived late Sunday night. So tired. Asked if I
could check into my room immediately. Quite possibly the
rudest concierge I have ever met. I told him he was
fired. Not the effect I’d hoped for. And no, I did not
register under the name “Little Miss Whore.” What kind of
hotel forces you to strip and delouse (maybe Marriott?).
Although instead of a robe I got a fabulous orange
jumpsuit with a cute number on it. Nothing to do at
night. I’m told (as there was, like, no information in my
room) that there is no bar or lounge area. I wish I’d
brought flats.

Day 2: My room is insane! TINY! How is it even possible
that I got a room without any view? A tiny stainless
steel toilet. There is an incredibly thin mattress. If I
didn’t know I was in prison I’d think I was in an Ian
Schrager hotel.

Day 3: So that’s what a bitch slap is. Wow. Just … wow.
MUST remember not to make that sarcastic face again
anytime soon.

Day 5: Gandhi went to prison. So did Martin Luther King
Jr. So did Robert Downey Jr. and Martha Stewart Jr. and I
think Nelson Mandela Jr. Mandela was imprisoned for,
like, 50 years or something for being black and also for
driving an uninsured vehicle, if I’m reading Wikipedia
correctly. Nicky often mentions me and Gandhi and how
incredibly thin we both are and how she wonders if he
used bronzer.

Day 5, shortly before lights out: Must remember not to
complain about lights out. Hope mother can contact a good
dentist, as the whistling from where the tooth is missing
is embarrassing as well as annoying.

Several of us were talking after the movie tonight (“The
Shawshank Redemption”) and one gal posed a question to
the group: Would you crawl to freedom through a sewer
pipe, like Tim Robbins’ character did? I would have
answered “no” but was unfortunately bound and gagged
(practical jokes are big in prison).

Day 7: Mail today. One piece. A small note from Nicky
that was actually a Xerox of a text message that her
assistant put a stamp on and mailed. She wrote, “Ya know
that band from a long time ago, 10,000 Maniacs? There
were only, like, five people in that band.”

Day 9: What is time? How do we measure it? What does it
mean? I find these questions on my mind more and more,
especially since someone stole my Audemars Piguet watch.
Shame.

Day 10: There is no TV, no iPod, no cellphone. Just — I
hope I’m spelling this right — “boks” or maybe “bowks.”
Whatever. I took a few from the cart and have been
looking at the covers. Then, last night, I looked inside
and there are, like, a million words, page after page.
Are these new?

Day 11: Jayne Mansfield spoke five languages. She was a
concert-level pianist. Marilyn Monroe was a Formula One
race car driver. Twiggy built her own home, raised guinea
fowl and invented penicillin. Eleanor Roosevelt patented
commercial air travel. And yet all of us played a role,
the blond bimbo, the ditzy, fun-loving “party girl.”
Roosevelt especially. But what’s to say I couldn’t be the
first person to walk on the moon or be the first woman to
go to college?

Day 14: Yeats writes that the falcon cannot hear the
falconer. What the hell? Is the falcon listening to a,
like, falcon iPod or something? Also, what if the falcon
was deaf? Did the falconer ever think of that? Also why
“gyre?” Why not just say “swirling vortex?”

Day 18: This “Jesus Christ” was an amazing guy. It’s so
sad he died so young.

Day 19: While walking in the yard today, I was put in the
mind of Rilke’s “Requiem for a Friend.” “For somewhere an
ancient enmity exists between our life and the great
works we do.” This, I feel, is my plight. My life is in a
constant struggle with my works: my “works” being staying
out late and buying stuff. Also the word “enmity” is a
hard one and looks misspelled to me.

Day ??: I have stopped counting the days. I live in the
now.

What is freedom? It’s not free, that’s for sure. It’s
“free” with “dom.” And that seems right to me. I feared
prison once. I see it now as a great gift. Once, I
wondered if I would have to wait in a chow line. Is there
a way around the chow line, I wondered? A kind of “chow
bouncer,” a chow doorman I might smile at as I breeze
past on my way to steamed broccoli and fried bologna? How
funny to think back. Because there is a chow bouncer. And
her name is Brick. And she hates me.

Joy is like steam from the kettle that the Mexican
servants used to make me tea in the kitchen, wherever
that was located in my former home.

Lately I’m identifying with the Jews and all the horrible
things that happened to them during Vietnam.

Brick said to me today, “Ya know, I stayed in a Marriott
once. And truth be told, I’d rather stay in prison.”

We both laughed. And then she beat me up.

ParisExposed.com was launched last week claiming the items were auctioned off after Hilton neglected to pay the Los Angeles area storage facility. It also promises visitors who pay a fee of $39.97 access to Hilton’s passport, medical records and other legal documents.

The lawsuit alleges defendants Nabil and Nabila Haniss paid more than $2,700 for the contents of the storage unit and later sold the items for $10 million to entrepreneur Bardia Persa, who created ParisExposed.com.

Paris Exposed

January 30th, 2007

This is from a big fan
It’s her lifestyle, I don’t know anyone in real life who is an heiress. I always wanted to know about the life about someone rich and famous, the small details, like what their schedule looks like, the faxes from the agents/producers, their contracts, business arrangements etc

I wouldn’t care if it was just someone who is rich, but the fact that she’s in the public eye and famous makes it more interesting. I find it fascinating that she can get paid one million dollars for making ONE public appearance, I find it fascinating that she can be famous for doing NOTHING.

It is true that she has the Hilton name and her first sex tape which made her more notorious, but not EVERYONE can parlay a sex tape into fame and fortune. For example Nicole Narain was a playboy model who made a tape with Colin Farell which went around the net and I don’t see HER becoming famous.
No one knows of or cares about her.

In a way I think it’s even admirable to become rich and famous for doing nothing because so many people cannot even achieve fame and fortune when they are extremely talented. In a way it is unfortunate that people more talented than Paris can’t get recognized but to me that just means that Paris is just better at portraying the right “image” to the media and working the press in such a way that she gets all the attention. I really think she’s constantly acting to create this “ditzy princess persona” because her REAL speaking voice I heard on the tapes is completely different than the baby voice she likes to use in interviews.

I also don’t think that she’s that slutty. If I had a camcorder I would be recording all sorts of embarassing stuff too, and her first sex tape was with her long term boyfriend, and the second tape is not even a sex tape, there’s no sex!! She was only topless in the second tape and the guy is her ex-fiance!! People that sell porn are hypocritical when they deem her “slutty” when gfy has polls like “How many girls have you slept with?” and guys are eager to say: “100” etc

I relate to her beause she seems like a normal person, I always see papparazi shots of her doing things like going to the grocery store and running errands and it makes me think anyone has the potential to become rich and famous, even if that might not be the case.

I only sell porn for a living, you better believe it if I could make millions from doing public appearances and promotions I would do it in a heartbeat! People who sell porn who deem her as “doing nothing” are hypocritical because I think to the “average American person” selling porn is also “doing nothing”, so it’s all in the eye of the beholder.

I also like her cause she’s a hustler. And I like her because she’s an underdog and everyone loves to hate her. I like people that everyone hate because sometimes I feel like that’s me (I feel like everyone hates me), so I can kind of relate.

I’m not interested in her sexually or anything, I’m actually a girl. I also think she dresses cute!

I think this site is way bigger than porn because there’s both males and females joining. Guys are looking for the nudity and Paris has lots of female fans or if not fans, just people who are interested in her as a trainwreck, or fascinated with her life.

People are usually interested in the lives of celebs like Paris because their own lives are mundane and boring. Looking into the more exciting lives of others gives them some excitement. This may also be the case with me

Paris Exposed is real

January 24th, 2007

Holy shit. I just saw the inside of parisexposed.com its totally real. Some how these guys got all her stuff. You can see her private photos, Videos, Her in the hot tub topless,
Her bank account statements. The whole thing
I might post some screen shots of the members area soon