It’s worse than bad fashion
May 22nd, 2006
Isn’t there anyone to do an intervention for this girl? I swear, I didn’t even care for her before all this mess, but I would be willing to go in and give her a talking to?— something! I mean, come ON! Has she no one in her life that will tell her what the hell is up? Where is her mother? Doens’t she have a best friend? An assistant? Something? Everytime I see her she’s all alone except for that baby and some random body guards. Someone be her friend, please. She needs you now, whoever you are.
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