(This picture is old, but always classic.)
I thought about not posting. I even waited all day. But, it was like a force drew me to the computer desk and forced me to start typing.
Need I say more.
Her whole performance was like a dare to bloggers the world over. It was like she got on stage and said “I dare you to not write about this. I dare you to let this slide.” I took that dare. I lost. What do I owe you, Brit? Do I have to buy your single? I might. It is sorta catchy. As long as I never have to watch you lummox across a stage in an outfit not quite suited to your new role as A MOTHER OF INNOCENT CHILDREN ever again.
Please say I will never have to look into those midnight blue eyes again. Eyes that we all know are brown–like her hair but that is neither here nor there. I saw Crossroads. I even cried during the scene in the bathroom after her mother, Samantha Jones, rejects her. I cried in the hospital scene with that cutie-pie Tarynn Manning (retch) also. (Ok. So, it is obvious that I have seen Crossroads more than
30 times once. FINE. If it is on TV I will watch it, but I don’t own it, so get off my back.) Anyway, back to the stanking, worn out cunt of a whore, Britney 2007.
I was not really rooting for her to succeed or fail. I was indifferent. Now, I am annoyed. Bitch, please. She makes 700K a fucking month. I might make that in my lifetime if I work until 20 minutes before I die and don’t take lunch that day. She does not need a comeback. She does not need to be zombie-walking across stages wearing outfits best described as “not that flattering.” She can sit at home and . . . oh I don’t know, care for her fucking kids. Who would have thought back in 2005 when I was watching Chaotic that Kevin Federline would be the success story of that marriage. Certainly not me.