I’m so over Miley Cyrus. I’m over her truck driver voice, over her pole dancing, over her horrible taste in clothes, over her singing about–but not listening to–Jay-Z, over her faux-cool/creepy parents, over her stripper-in-training little sister.
Ugh. Can this whole family go away soon? Also, have you noticed that Miley celebrates her birthday for like six months out of the year? Last year her 16th birthday took up like all of 2008.
Last week Miley got an “early jump” on celebrating her 17th birthday with a surprise party in NYC. It was an ‘80s-themed party at the Canal Room. Whoo hoo. Good thing it wasn’t vampire themed, though, ’cause if there is one thing Miley haaaaates it’s vampires and wharewolves:
“I don’t like vampires,” she says. “I don’t like the wolf that pops out of the screen when I’m watching my TV at night. I don’t like it. I don’t want anything to do with it. I don’t like the shirts. I don’t like any of it.”
Imagine her saying that in her truckdriver voice. Ugh.
Actually, you don’t have to imagine it! Goodloooooorrrrrddddddd.