20 Reasons I Hate the Paparazzi [a pictorial]

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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

[nokidflash.livejournal.com]

I think that's perfect. And I'll talk to someone at S.T.A.R. about getting you some kind of suit and goggles so we can go faster, or at least so there's less stress on your body. It takes a lot of speed to run across water.

I'll order the food, you put on the shorts. ;)

[cisskabob.livejournal.com]

I think it's perfect, too. And that sounds wonderful. I love you.

Hee, yes sir. ;)

[nokidflash.livejournal.com]

I love you, too. Always.

;)