Showing posts with label britney lynne spears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label britney lynne spears. Show all posts

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Brit Brit Attack

After reading the most unfortunate article in Rolling Stone about Britney Spears (where she is surprisingly not blamed for all the shit she's done). It is my sad duty to inform the writer of that article that people MUST take responsibility for their actions. It's always nice if we can blame someone else for our own actions but Brit Brit has most definitely crossed the line between having a fucked up life and fucking up her own life.
On that note: here's to celebrating the most delicious gossip a girl could ever read in OK! or similar trashy mags.

Cheers!

EDIT: we at JYLAH are in a bit of disagreement regarding said Media Icon. Two of our esteemed editors are convinced that Ms Spears is the product of the worst of American tabloid culture, whilst the writer of this entry is clearly blaming Brit herself for the current spiral she is in. We ask that you, the readership, do some research (i.e. http://www.dlisted.com, aforementioned Rolling Stone article), and let us know what you think. There's no fun without a bit of polarization..

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

dear britney,

yet again i find myself stumped by your brilliance. or, rather, what i have chosen to see as your brilliance.
wearing your old wedding dress to buy a car with a paparrazo?
this could mean SO many things. you could be making SO many statements.
a. i am completely, and utterly, insane. off my rocker like nanny crocker. three sheets to the wind.
b. this is my old wedding dress. i wear it to buy my lame-ass paparrazo boyfriend's car. oh, wait. i mean, help him rent himself a new car.
c. you wanna piece of me? i'd be willing to sell it to you.

britney, i think it is time we moved our relationship forward.

that is all.
also, sorry about the spawn of federline. not gonna lie, they kinda brought down your glam factor.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

dear britney,

please be my best friend. forever. we can stuff cheetos down each others throats and act a crazy all over beverly hills. we could run around together in our scivies at the most inopportune times. you could use my sanity, i could use your money.


a match made in heaven.

sincerely,
me