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Monday, July 25, 2005

 

I know I'm gonna get called a hater on this...I just don't care. Sometimes the truth is more important. I remember when this came out. It wasn't a huge story. It just caught my eye. And I googled "lance armstrong divorce" for this and there were a lot of posts that were on religious blogs...I hate Texass.

Actually, I don't want to know the details, it's none of my business...I really mean that. Celebrities who use their relationship status for publicity should not be shot, but ignored. People should just stop buying their records, going to their movies, etc. But we're too freaking stupid and have no lives, so we have to keep reading the tabloids and even local news shows (and don't get me started) report on Jen & Brad. Die...die...die...

But this Lance thing. It's not fair. Lance is God. I watched Letterman today and every time he mentioned LA's name people lost their minds. The press keeps saying how he & that screeching hag, Sheryl Crow make such a good couple. Meanwhile, the mother of Lance's children...Kristen...that angel...is left alone to deal with the kids. It's not right, I tell you.

I don't usually use this blog to address individual people, but I feel an injustice is being done, so...

Kristen,

It's not you, it's him. I know, that's a cliche, but come on...in this case, it's really obvious. Like Cynthia Lennon, her husband rode to fame as you raised the family, then when rock star status was achieved...good bye, wifey. Yeah, he rides a bike real good, but that's over. He's going to be a politician now. Because he can ride a bike? I can ride a bike and MF-er's won't vote for me.



Kristen, all I'm saying is that I'm here for you. And if you need someone I am definitely your man. I listen, I'm sensitive and even when I fall madly in love with you and you feel nothing for me, I continue to stick around and do whatever you ask of me. We don't have to have sex. Oh sure, I'll want to, but I'll understand when you tell me that you wouldn't want it to mess up our friendship, or you think of me as a brother, or you're focusing on your career. I'm the guy who will boost your self-esteem so you can move on to hook up with countless of other guys who don't deserve you like I do. No, I don't know what transference is. Call me.

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