Okay, I would just like to say that I truly don't hate Miley Cyrus, I actually like her music, I just wrote this as a school assignment with my best friend last year, and she doesn't like MIley Cyrus all that much. I especially like her newest album, "Can't Be Tamed". It's got a very techno vibe, which I like, and it's mostly dance music. definitely on my fun playlist. I recommend checking it out. Okay, enjoy!
Omigod! People have been, like, hating on my double personality. "It's so, like, last year", they say. Hello, yeah right. It's so not. This is me we're talking about here. So, like, today, my makeup artist, like, totally just randomly told me that my double personality is, like, stupid because, like, it is. He used reeeeaaaalllyyy big words and all! I personally think he, like, is just lazy and hates working for me. He thinks I'm, like, a total spoiled brat or something. So, ya know, I, like, totally do this only for my fans. These people BEG for me to come on stage, 'cause I'm, like, amazing and beautiful and all, and, like, way better than they are, so I should just, like, fire my makeup artist.
(Singing): I am so perfect, no one is worth it, my presence is just too much too take. (Stops singing abruptly)
So, for some reason, that I have no idea what it is, my bf, like, totally ditched me at the mall yesterday. Said something about too conceited and bipolar. I don't know what he was talking about, so I, like, cried and all, like, instantly, like any real girl would. Then he told me that that was, like, exactly what he was talking about. Since I didn't know what he was talking about in the 1st place, I got, like, totally mad. He left, like, ten, and I had to call Mandy to come and, like, pick me up. My best friend had to pick me up. How lame is that! So, like, yesterday, one of my fans, like, gave me this amazing scrap book, all filled with, like, me's! I told her that I loved it because, like, it was me and not her. She said I was, like, her "role model" and all, and I said that at least she accepted her fate as a mere peasant in the world that I rule and then she, like, started crying. I don't even know why. I mean, she was in my presence, right! How could she cry? People can be, like, so sensitive. Well, whatever. Gonna go stare at the totally hot reflection in my mirror. Btw, I am soooo much better than you! Tata!
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