Crissylicious On: The High Cost of Fame

Well I must say it’s been a whirlwind week!

Yesterday I found this on my desk:

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It’s a blackmail note. Sadly for the blackmailer, I don’t have $10,000. Go ahead and do your worst Ms. You Know Who (Lynne!). I’m not afraid!

And then yesterday this came to the house in the mail:


I don’t know who sent my video in as an audition tape to Dancing with the Stars, but they don’t want me. Bastards wouldn’t know talent if it Momboed right up their ass! Thanks anyway. It means a lot to know that you believe in me. Maybe you could send it in to So You Think You Can Dance? I like that show better anyway. Less ballroom, more hardcore booty shakin’.

I won’t let the haters drag me down. People get jealous when you’re at the top of your game like I am.

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  1. Don’t worry lady–Dancing With The Stars is for washed up has-beens on their way to Celebrity Detox/FitClub/etc.

    Their stars are sinking, but you are on your way up! UP! UP!

    I’m so glad I knew you as a nobody so that when your famous I’ll be SOMEBODY too!

  2. Thanks guys!

    I will absolutely let you drive my Mercedes when I get it. Also, if you want, I’ll let you come over and stare at my pool boy’s impressive package.

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