I’m not a Paparazzi
Dear Ms. Zellweger,
I wanted to apologize for sitting outside Starbucks in downtown Greenville this morning and waiting for you to come out so that I could take some photos of you. It's not my intention to make you or Mr. Clooney feel uncomfortable while you bring Hollywood into or little town; but as you now know, I am staffed by the local newspaper and it is my job to photograph you if I see you. I understand your need for privacy, after all, that's why you went to Starbucks, and I hope you understand I’m only trying to make a living.
Also, my co-worker, Ana, you met her this morning as well, she feels really bad too. I think she may quit her job over this.
Sincerely,
Ian
Comments
You had me at hello.
Posted by: chris | February 9, 2007 07:50 AM
I love the narrative. Hilarious.
I have very little sympathy for rich movie stars whinning about privacy. Hey stars, go give your millions to the bums on the streets and then I will give you your "privacy." What lame BS. If I wanna be Papparazzi, then so be it. You make millions off of me, so why not make millions off you?
YOU ALL GET PAID MEGA-BUCKS. Shut your pie holes and suck it up. Buy a Starbucks machine for your hotel room... you can afford it.
As far as my shoot is going, you can never really appreciate the amount of fucked-up that it is until you wade through one of the shit storms personally. But, thanks for the sympathy, sayeth the dEvil.
Posted by: WExX | February 8, 2007 11:57 PM