把她写的那个惨。。。
A good rule of thumb: Don't follow any behavior that smacks of a Paris Hilton pattern, from catfights and careening cars to lack of self-awareness and a flakiness on par with a pan of baklava when it comes to dating Greek billion-heirs. Other patterns to avoid? Pretty much everything she has on while running errands in L.A.
Let's start with the extension-loving starlet's leopard print 'do rag, which would look equally at home sitting atop the ornate noodles of a corn-rowed Axl Rose and the feather boa-festooned puppet Madame.
Paris then segues from the jungle to the jungle gym by slipping on a brown-and-white striped shirt that's a staple in every 6-year-old's closet (disturbingly, her V-neck proved so precipitously plunging that paparazzi were able to document her nipple-riffic lack of cross-your-heart support).
The rest of her ridiculous garnished gear includes a rainbow-cum-Rastafarian suitcase on her right arm and Fendi logo-covered purse on her left, along with blah brown Gwen Stefani-designed sweatpants emblazoned with the phrase, "A Fatal Attraction to Cuteness" ('cause apparently words, especially ones that reference movies about homicidal blondes, are, like, totally hot).
