Never in all my life have I been so angry and upset over the life of someone I do not know. I have never met Britney, never will (for her sake - I hope I never will anyway)... but she has made me as angry as I can be.
Selfish. Vacuous. Imbicile.
She's nothing more than a washed-up junkie as far as I'm concerned. She has no class. No talent. No meaning. It makes me angry that I'm angry about her.
Normally the Lindsays & Paris's of the world don't bother me - they're selfish, vacuous imbiciles too - but they're not harming my sense of morals and values. Britney does. She has children - and that angers me to the point I can't actually articulate the anger... it is not a tangible sense to me right now.
Here we are, my hubby & I, desperate to have kids... and having no luck, and I have to see this foul cretin of a human being squandering the gift of children. So, so, so very angry.
I've said for a long time that I know she's a meth-head... I've seen it all before. It's infuriating that these people are only coming out and telling the world now... in some ways I question their morals for staying working for her, and for not coming out sooner to authorities if they were genuinely concerned for those kids.
In any case, I dispise Britney with all my heart. If it weren't for her money she'd be a dirty old crack ho in a trailer someplace. The only difference between some cracked out hooker and Britney is money. I can have heart and understand the cracked out hooker's plight... Britney just angers me to the core of my existence.
I hate her. She can overdose for good for all I care.
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