Paris tells her mother that this is how she is spending her time at the moment:
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
"I look at the ceiling. I look at the walls."
Well what did you expect, Einstein's theory of relativity. I told you not to read this!
Her lawyers and PR people that say she is praying every minute, and crying in between, while reading self-improvement books, need to co-ordinate their efforts.
Ofcourse, there may be reading material and self help writing on the walls, like: F*** bitch, get youself a google stud - and - don't mess with the bitch bitch.
Who knows...
