Remember that HOT performance of her at the VMA's, with the yellow boa constrictor draped over her shoulders? I wanted to be her. I wanted to steal her body. Her hair. Her beautiful spray tan. And that sexy beige bra/ pant ensemble??? So. envious.
Then the poor lil' southern belle hit rock-friggin-bottom. How sad was that? Everyone turned their back on her and all she had to surround her were money hungry "friends". Truthfully, I'm surprised she is still alive. Crazy paparazzi-shenanigans, shaving her head, showing her "girly parts" while cruising Vegas with Paris... they were all signs of a girl STARVING for attention.... when all she needed was some LUUUUV . Well, Brit... I still love ya and yes, I root for you. I don't know what your future holds (besides multiple trips to Starbucks), but I wish you the best.
In honor of my girl, and hoping she makes a comeback:
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