I wanna go to Crossroads then Promises and back to Promises again.

I know it is OLD news, older than my great aunt's tits, that as she claims look like, "Two Hairless Testicles." Isn't that awesome.

So that shit is old.

I was thinking I could be the woman who saved Shitney Spears. How freaking Mother Teresa of me.
I could befriend her and first thing I would do is take her to my vet for a dip. I don't know what exactly that is but I know she needs one.

I am getting ahead of myself. If I was to save the skin head, I have to get down to the bottom of it.

Why are you evading rehab? You shaved your head so your baby daddy couldn't tell all the chemicals you've been slaving too. (VERY SMART.) Now all you have to do is go cozy up to some crazies, smoke cigs like its your job and chill at your resort for 30 days.

Shit I know if I were in rehab, it would be NO HOLDS BARRED.
I would definitely pretend to be sicko crazy. Throwing-your-turds-at-people-crazy.
But were not talking me, we are talking Brit Brit.

I don't know what I would do with Britney Spears. We could sabor fight with our umbrellas?


You know I don't think I want her at my house.

xoxo,
miss amor