Show time was at 8 and I - clutching my bowl of cereal - didn't even think about the shitty sideshow going on at the AAA.
Now it's 9, the cereal is gone, and if I had a box full of fucks I still wouldn't give one away to find out if Britney stopped for a Frappuccino before arriving at the arena, putting on a top hat, and cracking that whip I love in the second verse of "Circus."
Who carrrrres if the video showing a larger than life set and over-the-big-top wardrobe made me squeeeeal.
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Britney, bitch, I wanted to show you my Womanizer-worthy dance moves and mock your robotic vocals, but "your people" or whomever didn't think that the New Times was important enough to earn one of those coveted media passes.
Fuck them, fuck you, and fuck every living soul at the concert right now.