Tuesday 6 April 2010

Familiarity breeds...

Seriously, I don't want to know when a celebrity's taking a shit at the precise moment he/she is taking it. Truth be told, I don't want to know that the celebrity does a number 2 at all except if captured by a paparazzo's lens. Seriously. I don't want them to be human or "just fucking like me" no. There's a reason why I'm paying to see you either on the cinema screen or in a fucking concert. Seriously. Get off fucking twitter and delete your FB/myspace account. Seriously.

How odd is it to wank off to a fucking photo of you at night and retweet your shit the following morning? This is why there's a proliferation of stalkers. How DARE you make yourself available???? How DARE you flirt with my fantasies? No, you canNOT eat your cake and have it. You canNOT be accessible and live in an ivory tower. Rapunzel did not fucking throw her god damned hair down but still have an escalator in the fucking tower for accessibility. Seriously. I don't want to know whether you're lonely or not. Not my business. I want to read all the goss about you in the sleaze ball magazines. Not poke you on fucking facebook. Seriously. Fuck off my miserable life and stick to my fucking daydreams. Just sayin'.

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