Dear Diary,

The Hilton family has less problems than my love life. It's times like this when I wish I had someone to actually talk to about guys.

Also: Rachel's lucky I have a soft spot for my dad, or I would have gotten that solo. Not going to dwell on it, though. She's just made it onto the list of my future employees.

That was humiliating. I'm never leaving this room again.

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Okay, so that's not true. But it's still going to be a nightmare to look anyone in the face after that.

And I don't wear lip gloss. What was that?