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The Tragedy of Britney Spears

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 15:49:25 GMT

Article from the Rolling Stones-

A pop star at the mall is an eternal cause for happiness, especially on a Sunday afternoon in the Valley. One moment, shoppers in the Westfield Topanga mall are living in the real world, monotonously selecting a new shade of eye shadow or rubbing perfume on wrists, but upon the rapture of Britney Spears, they are giggling, laughing, orgasmic, already sharing their secret on cell phones. "Her legs are actually really skinny," an adolescent whispers into her Sidekick, as Britney beelines for the Betsey Johnson boutique, pseudo-punk designer of evening dresses and splashy heels worn to suburban high school proms. In person, Britney is shockingly beautiful — clear skin, ruby lips, a perfectly proportioned twenty-six-year-old porcelain doll with a nasty weave. She cuts through the crowd swiftly, the way she used to when 20,000 adoring fans mobbed her outside a concert, with her paparazzi boyfriend, Adnan Ghalib, trailing behind.

Only a few kids are in the store, a young girl with her brother and two blondes checking out fake-gold charm bracelets. Britney rifles the racks as the Cure's "Pictures of You" blasts into the airless pink boutique, grabbing a pink lace dress, a few tight black numbers and a frilly red crop top, the kind of shirt that Britney used to wear all the time at seventeen but isn't really appropriate for anyone over that age. Then she ducks into the dressing room with Ghalib. He emerges with her black Am Ex.

The card won't go through, but they keep trying it.

"Please," begs Ghalib, "get this done quickly."

One of the girls runs to Britney's dressing room, explaining the situation through a pink gauze curtain.

A wail emerges from the cubby — guttural, vile, the kind of base animalistic shriek only heard at a family member's deathbed. "Fuck these bitches," screams Britney, each word ringing out between sobs. "These idiots can't do anything right!"

Ghalib dashes over to console her, but she's already spitting, growling, throwing a big bottle of soda on the floor so that it begins to spill underneath the curtain, and then she's got a box of tissues and is throwing them on top of the wet floor along with piles of discarded merchandise. A new card finally goes through, but by then Britney is out the door, leaving her shirt on the ground and replacing it with the red top. "Fuck you, fuck people, fuck, fuck, fuck," she keeps screaming, her face splotchy and red as she crosses the interminable mall floor, the crowd behind her growing larger and larger. "Leave us alone!" yells Ghalib.

The siblings run after Britney to get a video to put up on YouTube, and some of the shopgirls run after her to hand off the merchandise she left behind, and there's an entire bridal party wearing yellow T-shirts who have pulled out camera phones too. A crush of managers in black shirts and gold name tags try to keep the peace, but the crowd running after Britney gets larger, and now the shopgirls have started to catch up to her, one of them slipping spectacularly in her platform shoes, grazing her elbow. She pulls herself up, mustering the strength to tap Britney's shoulder. "Um, I'm from the South too," she mumbles, "and I was wondering if I could get a picture with you for my little sister."

Britney turns to Ghalib and grabs his arm. "I don't want her talking to me!" she screams. She whirls around and stares the girl deep in the eyes, her lips almost vibrating with anger. "I don't know who you think I am, bitch," she snarls, "but I'm not that person."

B^U

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 08:26:50 GMT

THUG BEEYEWED DELICIOUS TIZ

HAET
HAEEEET

RIP Tiz ;_;

Truths.

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 06:24:06 GMT

'I'm always loud and slutty' - Rhiann.

YOU CANNOT UNSAY IT BB.

<3

NYE

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 04:26:43 GMT

...wtf Thug, wtf.

Way to make me fucking embarrassingly drunk.

I was expecting a night of delicious Singstar and chips.

But no, I end up stumbling around the BP at 2am flashing my tits to randoms.

gg Seph.
gg.

ALSO JAZRA I FUCKING LOVED YOUR FAILCAKES, MAI WAIFU? Y/Y?

RAMRAMRAM

Sat, 20 Oct 2007 06:18:16 GMT

RAM.

my ram, let me tell you about it.

2GB, SON.

Delicious Sims is now operational.

Also, it's fucking unnaturally hot.

.....hmmmm

Sat, 20 Oct 2007 02:08:58 GMT

We have under 2 weeks to find somewhere

It's not looking good

But, I don't think I want to move...with him :\
;_;

This is an oppurtunity to go separate ways, but like - HOW DO I SAY SO D:

Also, Politics died last night because of me.
It's ok, she's alive now <3

Also, MANLY COWBOY IS MANLY :3

stop it, seph.

the art of house hunting

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 05:21:35 GMT

*sigh* why is it so hard to find a god damn HOUSE. Nathan is constantly whining at every house I suggest:

NO WOODEN FLOORS

NO MAIN ROADS

DBL CARPORT ONLY

pick and choose all you like, enjoy living on the streets come November 3rd, fag.

I have an appointment at Marden, Monday -.-
at 9AM

Reminds me why I hate school, remind me again why I'm voluntarily returning? ;_;

My asian stalker has stopped stalking me....for now.
THIS IS WHY I'M NOT FRIENDLY

bye.

HOMAN IM SO BORED

Sat, 09 Jun 2007 05:04:18 GMT

its 2:30, i have work in like 2 hours D:

WHY MUST I HAVE TO WORK.

Nathans buying car today, which will probably blow up or something, every car he gets IS SHIT.

And hes going to a social gathering and as usual, i cant go. SUP ASHAMED

KBYE

ALSO MY CAT IS GOING FUCKING MENTAL, MAKING GURGLING NOISES AND RUNNING UP THE WALLS

:|

CYBERPLZ?

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 02:56:05 GMT

*sigh*, this week i've deleted hmmm....4 people of my MSN, all for the same reason.

their freaking sex maniacs :|

makes me wish i was straight, you wouldn't see girls on MSN asking to 'cam' with you.
Its like me being in a relationship means nothing to them.

IN OTHER NEWS...

i think we finally worked out that we're going to rhiann's on sunday

or are we?

we'll never know D: