Hey – remember when Daisy, Leroy and I went to Chicago to see Britney Spears in concert? I was doing a little reminiscing this weekend, and came across this video gem. We wore pink wigs, if you recall, because we wanted to represent Britney during her crazy phase. And this video clip is of Daisy and me in the hotel room (Leroy is recording), just before we left to waltz through the lobby filled with important business people. We’re just being our normal silly selves in it, BUT there is a totally random surprise guest at the end of the clip. I don’t remember why that guest appeared, but Daisy’s reaction to seeing him is my favorite. As if she sees him all the time.
What does this even MEAN? I mean, this waaaay beyond just having crappy extensions. I have stared at this for 5 straight minutes and have NO IDEA what’s going on with her scalp.
I’m grateful that as a non-famous person, I can go outside and in public and not have to worry that some random photographer is going to take a picture of me looking like the haggiest hag in hagville. I mean seriously, that kind of fame would suck. And you have no idea how often I go to, say, the grocery store or the drug store looking totally hagariffic. I’m not vain when it comes to being seen at my worst in public. But if I thought photos of my hagified self would show up in national circulation? I might behave differently.
In any case, I hope these photos aren’t an indication that Britney’s back on the path to crazytown.
So, if you live in or around the Indianapolis area, you know that we’ve been enjoying a mighty fine spring so far. The weather has been pretty much awesome for most of the month of April. And so when possible, I have been taking neighborhood walks after work to get some fresh air and listen to tunes on my ipod.
One of my most favorite albums to walk to is Britney’s Circus album (insert any number of jokes here). And there is one song in particular, called Lace and Leather, which has a really nice beat for the tail end of my walk. But here’s the thing. Everytime I hear it, I get annoyed by the 2nd verse, which starts like this:
Heels, six inch make a boy want to bite his lip
Look but don’t touch unless you want to lose your innocence
And I know this is going to sound totally irrational, but it bugs the crap out of me that she says “Heels six inch” instead of “Six inch heels.” I mean, there’s no rhymular issue which would be created as a result of constructing the sentence in a logical manner. There is, in fact, no reason whatsoever NOT to say, “Six inch heels” instead of “Heels, six inch.”
When Britney starts dressing like she pulled clothes out of a Salvation Army trashbin, you KNOW she’s headed to Crazy Town. The only thing missing from this picture is a Frappucino.
Kidding. I don’t know that she’s actually boycotted bras, per se. I just know that she likes to be without them a good deal of the time. And frankly, her boobs are showing signs of rebellion. They look sad, if you know what I mean. Downcast and kinda mopey.
Britney Spears is apparently releasing a new single and this is about 18 seconds of it. I’ve done some preliminary analysis, and according to my calculations I have concluded the following:
1. The video director has specified that under no circumstances should Britney’s hair come in contact with the back of her own neck.
2. Britney is suffering from some sort of muscle ache in her upper arm which requires frequent massage.
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