Sometimes I want to be just like everyone else. For once I’d like to feel the freedom of going places without the paparazzi in my face or maybe just once, play with kids that don’t have a net worth. Then I go to New Orleans and see people fighting over plastic beads and I’m immediately disgusted with basic living.
Beyonce is pregnant with twins and I don’t imagine she’ll be bringing them to the house either. Sorry Blue, I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. Maybe you’ll get lucky and the twins will be boys. No one cares about boys… look at Saint.