Yo Em,
This is Britney. You know, I really don't appreciate your weird behavior, and I'd like it to stop.
"Britney's garbage," isn't that what you said about me on your CD, among other things? So let's see if I understand this. You're the brilliant artist, and I'm garbage, is that it?"
Then it changed, didn't it Em? Then it was, "Oh, hey, well, you know, I'd like to have a professional relationship with Britney Spears." You'll have to excuse me,
Em, but I have a problem with the word "professional" in anything you have to say. And I have an even bigger problem with the word
"relationship."
If there's one thing I can state with great certainty, it's that the two of us aren't going to ever have any kind of "relationship," professional or otherwise. I've dated people in this business, but I don't as a rule date guys whose next CD would then be about whatever I did that pissed them off.
Get yourself into counseling, the sooner the better.
Wait a minute, Britney, you got off light. Okay, Em, this is Christina. Why would I be upset with you? Well, let me think. Did you say my music sucked and you wanted to return my record like you said about Britney? No, you didn't. You said something much worse. You had a really stupid conversation with yourself during which you debated whom I gave, shall we say, "oral favors" to first.
I know this is going to come as a complete shock to you, but I don't get off on a total stranger opening his big yap and putting me into some fantasy sex life. My life is private, and so is
Britney's.
This is Britney again, Em. Christina's right. We want out. We want out of any association with you. Since you love being sued so much, keep using the dolls and we can have our own MTV Music Awards reunion - just the three of us - in court.
If you'd like to email us back, go ahead.
Love,
Britney and Christina
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