The article is a fascinating read ... comprised of a daily diary kept by Naomi (well, as told to writer James Reginato) during her work week. Here are some excerpts from the Naomi Diaries: Monday

What I wear walking into my community service has no connection to what I'm going to do when I get inside. This is how I dress, and this is how I carry myself. What do they expect me to do—walk in looking all drib and drab? I've never looked drib and drab in my life. There's no plan for this week. It's kind of unfolding as it goes. The judge at my sentencing had promised that my car could drop me off at the door of the Sanitation Department every morning. I asked for that mostly because I've had a stalker. But then this gentleman from the Sanitation decided I had to be dropped off outside the gates so I would have to walk past the press. After I found out about this, I was in a car with my friends Norma Augenblick and Steven Klein, and Norma said to Steven, "You should shoot this" ... Some people can handle a drink or a line of cocaine, but I've finally come to realize that, for me, it's all or nothing—and it has to be nothing. And my life has changed since. I'm not saying this to excuse what I did. I threw the phone—I threw it, but I didn't bash it—and that was wrong. I'm guilty. I take responsibility. So I keep on sweeping. I'm moving so fast they tell me to slow down. I'm getting very protective of my pile of rubbish — kind of the way I feel about my Hermes handbag or my Louis Vuitton. I keep looking around to make sure no one is crossing into the area I was assigned to sweep. I guess that's my all-or-nothing behavior again: Once I start sweeping, I have to sweep everything ... Tuesday -- I say my prayers and rush to the shower. It's freezing outside. Really cold, so I wear a Giuliana Teso fur coat. I'm rushing because I don't want to be late. I make sure I arrive every morning early, at five to eight ... Thursday -- I'm up at six. I pray every morning and every night. It's something I do because I am very grateful that I'm sober today, that I'm clean. So it's just my little ritual. I get dressed in an Etro top and Pologeorgis fur and put on this Knicks cap that Spike gave me. On my way in today, I decide to say hello to the paparazzi, because, I mean — God bless them — it's like they've been doing community service too. They've been out here in the cold all week.

I highly suggest y'all read the entire piece. I simply love that Naomi revealed that she actually felt as protective of her "pile of rubbish" as she is of one of her designer handbags ... LOL! Just think, if Naomi Campbell can turn her week-long stint of community service into a magazine cover story than can you imagine what Paris Hilton can turn 45-days in jail into? There's got to be a Broadway musical in there somewhere.

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