Britney, I have nothing good to say

So, should I say nothing at all? Karmically, probably not. Selfishly, I will go on and risk my fucked up future karma.

It's not just that I constantly hate her outfits, it's that I hate how she adds to them. It's as if she has hired some poor blind child from Peru to accessorize her outfits. I don't fucking get it.

Let's break it down, shall we?

Shopping Day 1:
~ Pink and white satiny headband
~ Much-too-big sunglasses with what-looks-to-be bejeweled arms. Wretch.
~ Puke-tastic platform foam flip-flops
~ Seriously out of season/fashion chandelier earrings
~ Lovely dress, just not on her...it would be hot on ANYONE else. Especially me.

Shopping Day 2:
~ Same disgusting platform flip-flops
~ Seriously out of fashion layered necklaces
~ Ho-riffic sized hoops
~ Poly blend top, which does not at all match
~ Organza plaid boxer shorts

What is this bitch's issue? Why can't she fucking dress? Jamie-Lynn can fucking dress. Ask her to set out your outfits. I'm sorry, but the Peruvian boy has to go. He's really doing a terrible job.