Hey Paris, and friends.

The oddest thing happened to me on friday.

Across from my balcony was a stream of incredibly beautiful women. They seemed to be participating in an audition of some form. I saw several women i have noticed in hollywood that are almost as exceptional as you, dear Paris.

Then this one woman, with frizzy hair, walked under my balcony and across the street to the line, and she strutted like you Paris. Am i that delusional?

I swear it was you.

I went inside and got some more chocolate/almond bar, and when i made it back outside onto my balcony, the frizzy haired girl was in front, but she was covering her face with her cell phone.

Were you making fun of me again Paris?

I was going to shout out, "Paris," but because of what happened in hollywood when you had your banker pals making that movie, and i shouted out Paris and caused a riot, because of all that, i've become much more conservative, and all those gorgeous women were wonderful.

I didn't want to scare them away so i thought it would be better if i didn't shout out the name of the world's most beautiful woman, and intimidate them right before they went on their auditions, or whatever it was across the street.

But i swear i felt a mind meld, and i went inside my appartment, and i went into a visual trance, and then slept for 8 hours, and woke up in the middle of the night.

If we ever get together i think it will happen again, but who knows, maybe i'm just a stupid idiot.

Anyway, have fun dear, beautiful Paris. You are so beautiful i am in pain.

Love, Ed xoxoxo