So you say you want to be a famous, big star?
Welcome to that OTHER, other side of fame:
Don’t have time to scurry the net or connects to find out if this dude indeed found Rihanna’s house or no, but the weirdness in it is-at least he thinks so.
Obviously, she’s still living this morning (these tweets were sent last night)–that’s the good thing.
But outside of that, this is wayyy too much.
I swear by the fact people are doing any and everything on social media for attention-no matter the kind (“brand,” buffoonery, bored or bullsh|t)-some things are just routinely, and incessantly creepy.
Whether this be some sick joke for shock value or not, the fact is-it is sick. I am soooo up to my wits end with synthetic narcissicists, sociopaths, and other learned/new age: users, convenient, momentary “deep” thinkers and bandwagoners, and other brands of sick people like such I don’t know what to do.
It’s a multiplying pathology and contagion getting exercise and muscle everyday even more (at log on and open all night 24/7/365) in which, daily-people are making themselves sick, or having a meeting with their predisposition, finally.
At any rate.
Just to name two–in the world of celebritydrom, if you remember/know pop culture history like such; in December
Spitfire .
Media Maestro .
Writing Rhinoceros .
