Ah, the JOYS of Hollywood and aging stars
May. 3rd, 2006 07:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverthorneWarning...I'm going to be rude here, and with no basis in having the right to be rude.
Because I can.
Dear Richie:
They're both fruitcakes. Run while you can. NO, seriously. If you're that desperate for some love, go find a groupie or something--at least you'll know what you're getting into and you can get rid of it with your balls and something resembling a good reputation still intact. If you're looking for something real, go find some girl in New Jersey that you dated in high school or something. I bet your luck would improve MASSIVELY. (Just, make sure she isn't married and isn't obsessed and obsessive first, 'kay? Oh, and being of legal age too would help. So would her being closer to your age and STABLE, but that part is often luck of the draw.)
Thank you
A somewhat concerned sort-of fan.
Dear Heather:
You are DUMB. First for letting him go, second for letting the usual 'pretty girl throws herself at your famous husband' trick get to you. Third for being seen yourself with ex-husbands and other guys before delivering divorce papers and LONG before you 'caught' him with another woman...although how the other woman half-nakkid in a picture he wasn't in at all is having an affair with her, I don't know. You got jealousy issues. Might want to fix them.
I used to like you, even admire you a little. Now I think you're a tempermental little flake that's easy to push.
Oh, and the cheekbones? Look more like apples stuffed under the skin. For god's sake, learn to grow old gracefully...or get a better plastic surgeon.
Not impressed.
The bitch who knows you gave up a good thing.
Dear Denise--
You have a big ass, and it's showing.
Please stop. Because it's a really ugly ass.
Psycho.
Still a bitch, wishing you would die.
Dear Charlie--
...
Fuck it. We all already know you're crazy and weird.
Sincerely,
Doesn't give a shit.
Because I can.
Dear Richie:
They're both fruitcakes. Run while you can. NO, seriously. If you're that desperate for some love, go find a groupie or something--at least you'll know what you're getting into and you can get rid of it with your balls and something resembling a good reputation still intact. If you're looking for something real, go find some girl in New Jersey that you dated in high school or something. I bet your luck would improve MASSIVELY. (Just, make sure she isn't married and isn't obsessed and obsessive first, 'kay? Oh, and being of legal age too would help. So would her being closer to your age and STABLE, but that part is often luck of the draw.)
Thank you
A somewhat concerned sort-of fan.
Dear Heather:
You are DUMB. First for letting him go, second for letting the usual 'pretty girl throws herself at your famous husband' trick get to you. Third for being seen yourself with ex-husbands and other guys before delivering divorce papers and LONG before you 'caught' him with another woman...although how the other woman half-nakkid in a picture he wasn't in at all is having an affair with her, I don't know. You got jealousy issues. Might want to fix them.
I used to like you, even admire you a little. Now I think you're a tempermental little flake that's easy to push.
Oh, and the cheekbones? Look more like apples stuffed under the skin. For god's sake, learn to grow old gracefully...or get a better plastic surgeon.
Not impressed.
The bitch who knows you gave up a good thing.
Dear Denise--
You have a big ass, and it's showing.
Please stop. Because it's a really ugly ass.
Psycho.
Still a bitch, wishing you would die.
Dear Charlie--
...
Fuck it. We all already know you're crazy and weird.
Sincerely,
Doesn't give a shit.
