I loved him before Dita. Before Katie. And all the while in secret. Then came weight loss, and a whole new man.
I feel like I don't know him anymore, like he's a stranger. His self-promotion is annoying and he's always talking about his (famous) friends. It's like we have nothing in common now that he's changed.
Maybe we should break up?
I'm talking about Perez Hilton, the overweight laptop ninja who laughed along with us at ridiculous celebrity behavior. Who doodled alien antennas (and worse) on celebrity pictures. Who now is trying to become one of them -wait, what?!
Am I the only one tired of the constant self-absorption? I really don't want to read about his night out with so-and-so, or his new book. I don't want to hear about his famous friends or his cameo in a music video. I miss the old Perez: chubby and mean, spelling mistakes included. If I wanted feel-good, I'd watch Oprah.
(In case you're wondering why I'm reminiscing, I had an internship interview today and I was asked what websites I read. Sigh, I told the truth.)
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