Dear Nicky Hilton's Clothes: I Love You.

You guys, why, why, why must Nicky Hilton continue to torture me this way? Doesn't she know that every time she steps one foot out the door she stumbles into the world wearing my dream wardrobe?!? Obviously she doesn't, otherwise I doubt she would so readily and frequently break the cold, stone apparatus in my chest that most people call a heart. Why must you continue to torture me in this manner