OK, so how creepy is it for a grown man to follow Paris Hilton? Because I do, like, on Twitter.

I'm not ashamed--on the contrary--I love Paris and will always defend her, because that's what BFF's do for each other. For the record, I'm no follower-come-lately. I've been with @ParisHilton back to the time when she was barely hovering around one million followers. Since then, we've gone through so much together, she and I--Life's ups and downs, laughs and cries, canceled flights, denied visas, the works.

What I've learned about Paris is that she and I have SO much in common: We both love scuba diving, we both use superlatives freely, we like to fly carry-on only, we just adore baby animals and both enjoy deep tissue massage. Oh! And we're both 29 years old!

We're also crazy about travel--loves it--though if it was a contest Paris totally wins, chihuahua paws down. No matter that I've been to some 25 countries this year--Paris travels much, much more. In the last year she's been to France, South Africa, Brazil, Asia, and Anguilla. She also can't get enough of Vegas--heads there as much as possible on her private jet.

I always know where Paris is because she's forever sending little messages from such-and-such a place, often with a little picture to prove that she's really there. It's our more intimate version of postcards and over the years I've been collecting her digital missives in stacks.

Here's a few of my favorites from 2010, unedited and published in full with links for the sake of journalistic integrity (Thank you Paris!):