Letter of Truth: Girls Doin' It for Themselves Edition
Hi ya'll,
Ok, guys, it's Britney here. And I just want to say: Can you handle my truth? And because I can imagine Morgan looking over my shoulder and saying, "What does that even mean?!?", I'll just tell you. Can you handle me naked and on the cover of Bazaar? Because you better be able to. Because nothing says "I want my privacy" more than posing naked on the cover of a magazine!
So ya'll first, I just want to say that being famous is hard and stuff, but it is nowhere near as hard as being pregnant. So when I heard that Morgan's husband was going to this place that's far away and starts with an R or something (she says it's a different country, but I'm betting it's just another state, because America's the biggest country there is and nobody would really leave America to go to another place because that's just stupid. You can't even get Frito's in other countries, ya'll), I decided to come up and escape the paparazzi with her. Ya'll, she's so cool. She put up new blinds in her house and painted her bathroom, and ya'll, I love that because I am just cleaning all the time. I mean, all the time that I'm not playing with my baby or getting knocked up or deep frying Twinkies. I seriously love cleanliness. Which is why I go around with no shoes on. BUT ANYWAY, I came up here and it's all quiet and Morgan goes to work during the day and I stay at home and watch Lifetime Movies and eat those little powdered doughnuts, and then all that powder gets in my new black hair. And with all that white powder in my hair I look like Lindsay Lohan, AND YA'LL I DID TOTALLY GO THERE. Seriously. I'm the original teen queen around here, and all you other bitches better step. Don't even get me started. You don't want to see a pregnant lady when she's angry. Just ask he-with-the-untied-shoes-who-shall-not-be-named.
Ok, ya'll, I better go and tidy up because Morgan will be home soon, and I don't want her to see that I totally spilled Red Bull on the new couch cover. But anyway, just know that we are ok, and we are away from our husband's, and that just makes everyone a little nicer, and a little cuter, and the world a better place. Just don't tell US Weekly!
I love ya'll,
Brit
Ok, guys, it's Britney here. And I just want to say: Can you handle my truth? And because I can imagine Morgan looking over my shoulder and saying, "What does that even mean?!?", I'll just tell you. Can you handle me naked and on the cover of Bazaar? Because you better be able to. Because nothing says "I want my privacy" more than posing naked on the cover of a magazine!
So ya'll first, I just want to say that being famous is hard and stuff, but it is nowhere near as hard as being pregnant. So when I heard that Morgan's husband was going to this place that's far away and starts with an R or something (she says it's a different country, but I'm betting it's just another state, because America's the biggest country there is and nobody would really leave America to go to another place because that's just stupid. You can't even get Frito's in other countries, ya'll), I decided to come up and escape the paparazzi with her. Ya'll, she's so cool. She put up new blinds in her house and painted her bathroom, and ya'll, I love that because I am just cleaning all the time. I mean, all the time that I'm not playing with my baby or getting knocked up or deep frying Twinkies. I seriously love cleanliness. Which is why I go around with no shoes on. BUT ANYWAY, I came up here and it's all quiet and Morgan goes to work during the day and I stay at home and watch Lifetime Movies and eat those little powdered doughnuts, and then all that powder gets in my new black hair. And with all that white powder in my hair I look like Lindsay Lohan, AND YA'LL I DID TOTALLY GO THERE. Seriously. I'm the original teen queen around here, and all you other bitches better step. Don't even get me started. You don't want to see a pregnant lady when she's angry. Just ask he-with-the-untied-shoes-who-shall-not-be-named.
Ok, ya'll, I better go and tidy up because Morgan will be home soon, and I don't want her to see that I totally spilled Red Bull on the new couch cover. But anyway, just know that we are ok, and we are away from our husband's, and that just makes everyone a little nicer, and a little cuter, and the world a better place. Just don't tell US Weekly!
I love ya'll,
Brit
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