Oh Britney, Britney, Britney...

Honey, I'm one of your fans, but you need to know this:

You're a mess. You got your momma fat still, and your performance at last night's VMAs was horrible. No,... worse than that, it was downright awful. I can't believe you're the same girl who Madonna took under her wing, when there are plenty of others that would KILL for the opportunity. You have become the epitome of white trash. Only with good makeup. Really, you are a mess. Plain and simple. You went on-stage last night under-rehearsed. That would have never happened before the marriage, divorce, 2nd marriage, kids & 2nd divorce. Your lethargic dancing and cavalier attitude towards lip-synching on stage was a disgrace to the amount of money you get paid. Shame on you. Really, what were you thinking? I will purchase your new CD, but you are SO on 'double secret probation" that I don't know if I can defend your disaster of a life. And you know who is to blame Britney? YOU! That's who. From your marriage to asshole Federline, to your decision to have children, then to your gum chewing interview with Mat Lauer to your custody battles with your Fed-Ex as well as your public battles with your family. I'm done. No really, you've almost reached the same lows as that other media whore Paris.

On a side note, a friend was hired by MTV to do touch up make-up for the stars before they went onstage. He informed that you, Britney had your make-up touched up and then right there (backstage) in front of him you started crying, took off the dress you were wearing and curled up into a fetal position on the floor minutes before performing. Now, I have to ask you Britney "do you have too much money?" Are you that much of a disaster to not realize how lucky you are to have the life you have? Or, are you that ungrateful that you really think the world owes you more than you've already gotten from it? Suck it up and act like an adult, you're supposed to be raising children now. Remember,... you had babies? If you can't pull it together, I'm going to have to cut you off like I did to your disaster of a friend Paris. I wish both of you could have to get up and go to a 9 - 5 job and sit behind a desk for years and years, so you could learn to appreciate just what you got. So fucking ungrateful.