I’m so excited.

I really can’t hide it.

If recent pics speak their due 1000 words, Britney’s gone re-crazy, and that can only mean that I will love her next album more than Blackout or even Circus.

Speaking as the bitch who, in 1999, wrote, self-published, and distributed on campus the definitive ‘Anti-Spears Manifesto,’ I have grown to love the hell out of her. Once she hit* full-tilt crazy, bitch was my girl.

I have her back, and I will cut you in the parking lot if you dare speak wrong.

* me, baby, one more time

… you know which little girl’s 3rd birthday was yesterday!

If you guessed Zooey Grace Arroyo, you’re … right!

Holla at this kitten!

Courtesy of Amerigo VespucciI

lqa: sorry to inform you:  Farrah Fawcett is dead

Chocolate Brick Cookie: I’m sorry you had to be the bearer of bad news.

sigh.

one more old woman who can’t coug me anymore.

lqa: coug: (v) to prey on the young manfolk

as in, “Don’t coug me, bro”

… blurry cell phone pics of public restroom changing tables are inherently hilarious, but at least this one doesn’t have Braille instructions:

I might have sued, as well, you know?

Don’t mess with my balanced meal.