..If so, I have a solution. Become famous. I don’t mean the Marissa Tomei kind of famous where you behave yourself to the degree that nobody pays any attention to you. Don’t just do your work and then go home to disappear behind huge wrought iron gates so that no one knows what you’re up to.
Do your work, become famous, and THEN get into a questionable marriage, making sure to have a few kids before that quicky divorce. Have the kids taken away due to your substance abuse, and shave your head while on an emotional rampage one day. Run your car into other people’s cars on occasion. Gain weight and give horrible performances on national television.
THEN.. leave a Starbucks, being sure to drive your convertible with the top down because it’s a sunny day. Pick a street that’s congested with traffic so you can’t easily get away. Friends will swarm around your car! They will engage you in delightful conversation! You’ll never, ever be lonely again!
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That was just too painful to watch. I can’t help but feel sorry for that person—must be my 65 years of bleeding heartism.
I’m fed up with people calling Britney a bad mother. Hello, did anyone notice those baby shoes hanging from her rearview mirror? Case closed.
Wow, I almost kind of feel sorry for her after seeing that. Pretty sick that those photographers can make a living by giving the masses what they want.
The paparazzi are just awful – I saw them in action during my Hollywood days. They suck, that’s all there is to it.
Oh, come now. Surely everyone has SOME sort of purpose/function in life, if only to serve as a bad example!
The paparazzi are just awful – I saw them in action during my Hollywood days. They suck, that’s all there is to it.
Who’s calling her a bad mother?
The paparazzi are just awful – I saw them in action during my Hollywood days. They suck, that’s all there is to it.
Scum sucking PIGS, they are. Seriously.
Don’t hold back. Tell us how you really feel. :>)
Actually, they suck up the scum that pigs regurgitate.
I only wish I had a problem with those slimey scum-sucking paparazzi. That would mean I’m (hello!) famous. I can’t seem to get even one of them to come by here and bother me. Phooey!
I am so SICK of hearing about Britney Spears I could just yak.
PLEASE Leann, not in the car.. I just had it detailed.
Karen, I’m on my way with camera in hand, to ask you inane questions.. be sure and cover your mouth with your hand if you don’t get a chance to brush your teeth first.
No, I won’t cover my mouth with my hand because I don’t want you to see my chipped nail polish. If I have buzzard breath, oh well…. It seems to work for the buzzards.
I don’t have anything to add to the conversation, really … I just really like the neat concentric squares that the comments field makes as people contribute to it and I wanted to get in on that.
Yeah, this is starting to look like pop art. Andy Warhol, please step aside.
I said pop art, not tart. We’ve exhausted the Britney subject.
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