20 Reasons I Hate the Paparazzi [a pictorial]

[notarrowette]

Okay. So I know I've got an Olympic medal and I've done some acting and commercials and stuff, but SERIOUSLY, I am not that interesting. I had to wait half an hour before I could leave practice this afternoon! And that was because the stupid paparazzi figured out my secret exit!! GYAH.

I hate them. Let me show you why.

To start, I would really like to know how crossing the street is SO DAMN INTERESTING:







OMG, SHE WENT SHOPPING, WHAT DID SHE BUY??







I mean... SERIOUSLY? They took a picture of my GROCERY BAG.



She also travels. I am in the AIRPORT, people. Leave me alone!





And, oh, my car is FASCINATING:





Look, she can drive!



But, I mean. SERIOUSLY???





I do NOT APPROVE.

I am kind of not known for being very cooperative with the paparazzi. I wonder why:







This look is 'I will throw my coffee on you, get out of my way now damn it':



This one is... well, I think I am saying something unpleasant:



I call this one 'Do Not Want':



And this is 'move it or I will run you over, I swear to god':

Comments

[cisskabob.livejournal.com]

Parking meters are very confusing?

[notakidflash.livejournal.com]

Maybe they are! I wouldn't know. I don't drive.

(Seriously, how does anyone drive? It's soooooo sloooooooow.)

[cisskabob.livejournal.com]

You don't drive EVER?

(Well, for those of us who can't run like you guys, driving does come in handy. ;))

[notakidflash.livejournal.com]

Nope! I learned how, and I need to move cars around for work, but that's about it. I never take transportation if I can help it. Other than the Javelins. Those things are pretty sweet.

(I guess you're right. STILL.)