Here are the Paparazzi trying to relive the glory days of when they killed Princess Diana because it turned out to be a huge story people are still talking about today that made them lots of money. Only instead of running after the royal family in England, they are running after America’s royalty, which in this case is Britney Spears. I know that’s not saying much about the USA but it’s what people care about and what better way to get pictures they can sell for millions, than to run the bitch off the fuckin’ road since in their insane European paparazzi ways while using their native European languages and stupid accents with their broken english,

The truth is that everyone is freaking out because she had a bit of a car accident that didn’t leave anyone hurt and her car is not even that fucked up, and everyone is talking about how she shouldn’t be driving, or whether she was under the influence or whatever, but no one is saying a thing about the harassment that lead to the car accident proven in the number of assholes with cameras that are on the scene before the cops even get there.

The paparazzi are fucking psychopaths, they don’t even have work visas and are the equivalent of migrant workers cleaning out hotel rooms in California, but those migrant workers get deported but for some reason the paparazzi aren’t getting deported but are instead trying to shut down my site while trying to kill Britney Spears and I pretty much hate them.

I was being driven to the science center to check out an exhibit called Bodies In Motion, not this Bodies in Motion, it is some Gunther Von Hagens exhibit. If you are interested in finding out more, click the related links….he does things with dead bodies and I find it cool.

We were driving through an intersection and some dude made a left hand turn into us. We all had our seatbelts on, we were all sober, but we hit hard. I am feeling mangled right now. My sternum (front of my chest) is fucking killin me from the seatbelt my 240 pound body destroyed. My back is killing me, I am in shock and I am having a hard time breathing. I am a pussy, I established that a long time ago. I don’t like pain and I don’t like dying.

Everyone else in the car is fine, drinking and laughing and I’m here, on the computer convinced that I have internal bleeding. I am going to try to update, but it hurts to sit on a computer.

This is all part of the fun of being neurotic and a hypochondriac, you always think you are dying and when something bad finally happens, you only assume the worse. The one good thing is we all walked away, there was no blood. So if any of you are driving tonight, be safe, cuz some crazy fool on a suicide mission, may do the same thing to you. And if this post is too serious for the site, I apologize, but I am not feeling all that funny. And if you all wanna say it’s karma, the reality is if it was karma I’d be a lot worse off.

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