I'm not sure where to start

So on the eve of the 2008 VMA's Britney allowed a video crew to tape her every move in order to "stage" a comeback.  From 10pm (est) until 11:10pm (est, of course) I was re-introduced to the megastar that is Britney Spears.  The difference is that her eyes are filled with sadness.  That spunky little sexpot is officially scarred.  Now mine you,  I love a comeback as much as I love a demise and I am routing for Britney.  I couldn't take my eyes off of the TV!

However, history has certainly shown us how these stories end.  I don't want to say Marilyn Monroe but I guess I just did.  

Everyone should check out this MTV original "documentary."  Paid for of course by Ms. Spears with the help of her 2 fragrances, "desperation," and "redemption" or whatever they are called.

There's a special segment w/ Madonna who is also a hot mess.  You should see her face all planet of the apes-like.  She looks like all of the "ladies who lunch" before the matinees in the Theatre District.  It's like the blind leading the blind, really.

 

I will say that the footage of the paparazzi is TERRIFYING.  I don't know how anyone can live like this...they can't.  Remember Marilyn?  

Sad eyes turn the other way I don't want to see you cry.  Oh Sad eyes you knew there'd come a day when we would have to say goodbye.

But for now...on with the show, and what a CIRCUS it is.

My Thanksgiving Gobligations

After no blog, I blog.  

Thankful for freedom of speech.

Thankful for gorging myself in vices.

Thankful that I don't have to write a full sentence in order to end with a period.

Not the bloody kind.

But that too.

I was alarmingly pleased to see Rick Astley in the Macy's Day Parade.

I'm NEVER gonna give you up, Rick.

This thanksgiving was one for the books.  Really, really, really good turkey.

People were actually passing out at the party.  That's how fulfilling it was.

This is exactly how I like a party.

I hope everyone else's day was as delightful as mine.

If not...sorry?