Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Calm Down

Ok, I'm pretty sure now that Brit-Brit is ok now, because I still haven't heard anything, and all I want to say is, Meaness! How dare people post stupid lies like that she drove into a brick wall and one of her kids are dead. The sad part is she's enough of a mess I believed it instantly. Brit-Brit, what happened to the days of Toxic? Come on, pull yourself together, maybe one day you'll be able to revert back to the olden days of pop, and all of this we'll just be forgotten, like grandparents now and how they were pot-smoking, bi-sexual, hippies in the 60's. You can bounce back, and this'll just be a scar on your past, and you might even up going the same route as Madonna.
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My Odd Obsession with Death, Hollywood, and my need to take over the world that I can't shake

Why do I like to wander cemetaries? Why do I love Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Gene Kelley, Princess Diana, Humphrey Bogart, Spencer Tracy, Katherine Hepburn, Aubrey Hepburn, and, suprisingly, Paris Hilton? Why can't I shake the yearning to take over the world and have the world population wait on me hand and foot, fanning me with enormous palm leaves, and buying me anything I desire. I don't know. Some people call me crazy, psychotic, pyro-maniacal, bi-polar, or insane, but its just me. Over time I'm going to reveal the method to my madness, but for today, all I'm going to reveal is this; My one true goal in life, if the world domination thing doesn't work out, is to be famous for nothing, and be treated like royalty. All I Want to be is, quoting one of the people I just talked about, Loved By You. Every single person alive. I want to be a house hold name. Just you watch, one day I'll be smiling from the center of the stage at Grauman's Chinese.