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When I heard this the first thing to come to mind was, "Are you serious?"



Excerpts released so far;

. . . she ducks into the dressing room with Ghalib. He emerges with her black Am Ex. The card won't go through, but they keep trying it. "Please," begs Ghalib, "get this done quickly." One of the girls runs to Britney's dressing room, explaining the situation through a pink gauze curtain.

A wail emerges from the cubby guttural, vile, the kind of base animalistic shriek only heard at a family member's deathbed. "F*ck these b*tches," screams Britney, each word ringing out between sobs. "These idiots can't do anything right!"

Ghalib dashes over to console her, but she's already spitting, growling, throwing a big bottle of soda on the floor so that it begins to spill underneath the curtain, and then she's got a box of tissues and is throwing them on top of the wet floor along with piles of discarded merchandise. A new card finally goes through, but by then Britney is out the door, leaving her shirt on the ground and replacing it with the red top. "F*ck you, f*ck people, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck," she keeps screaming, her face splotchy and red as she crosses the interminable mall floor, the crowd behind her growing larger and larger. "Leave us alone!" yells Ghalib.

And

The siblings run after Britney to get a video to put up on YouTube, and some of the shopgirls run after her to hand off the merchandise she left behind, and there's an entire bridal party wearing yellow T-shirts who have pulled out camera phones too. A crush of managers in black shirts and gold name tags try to keep the peace, but the crowd running after Britney gets larger, and now the shopgirls have ­started to catch up to her, one of them slipping spectacularly in her platform shoes, grazing her elbow. She pulls herself up, mustering the strength to tap Britney's shoulder. "Um, I'm from the South too," she mumbles, "and I was wondering if I could get a picture with you for my little sister."

Britney turns to Ghalib and grabs his arm. "I don't want her talking to me!" she screams. She whirls around and stares the girl deep in the eyes, her lips almost vibrating with anger. "I don't know who you think I am, b*tch," she snarls, "but I'm not that person."

wow... she sounds like a mega b***h.

on the cover she looks so sad.. like she is crying out for help...

She doesn't sound close to even being 'all there'.

I love her. And i think its easy for us to judge celebrities way to easy. Imagine having helicopters circling ur house to get a picture of u screwing up, being chased in ur own car when going to hungry jacks, not be able to just walk through a car park without a hound of press around u. its really sad. I dont think i could cope with it either. Its easy enough for us to say we want to be famous but imagine what they must go through on a daily bases and its only going to get worse and worse.If someone was tapping me on the shoulder to get yet another pic, for the 50th time in that day i would snap too. I can see why so many stars stay locked within there own homes. its for sanity.

Hence in saying that i never have an issue with getting my pic taken by the press, either trashed or sober.

i just feel so sorry for her, and i completly agree with tootoot. Although I would love to be mega wealkthy just like everyone else I can not imagine anything worse than having no privacy. I remeber looking at a photo of her on the beach, someone had stood in front of her and taken a photo of her with all the paparazzi behind her.... it was the most insane thing I had ever seen... she can not go anywhere without being followed, she is mentally unwell just like many other humans but it is being splashed everywhere no wonder she is getting worse and worse... when you actually spend some time sitting down and thinking about her life it really is no wonder and sometimes (even though I am not a big fan) when I see the footage I just want to cry for her.

its not that i dont feel sorry for her, i do, a lot. i think she needs help and to be alone. like sent into rehab for a month (or six) where she can be alone and get the help she needs.

And people ask me why I don't do drugs

LOL!

It's well enough to say that the paparazzi invades her privacy, but she is known to often tip the off as to garner attention. It's six to one and half a dozen to the other.

I went and had a quick look on youtube. Shes even followed when buying a gold fish. Imagine being in the middle of the crowd, id drink and do drugs as well if i had to put up with this.