March 17, 2004

Rescue Me!

Dear Diary,

Someone better come and help me, bitches. This bitch in the white outfit says that I, Whitney, am in rehab, yo. REHAB. Me, the Queen of Everything! The Dominatin' Diva! Missus Bobby Brown - The KING of R&B! This is absolutely whack, fo' shizzle.

They are talking about me facing my feelings, admitting my addiction. Well, I'll tell you nizzles what - these bitches are making me sound like I have some kind of druuuuug problem. And I ain't having it. I am Whitney Goddamn Houston-Brown. Whitney ain't got no DRUUUUG problem. Whitney clean. Whitney thin because of the amount of loving and treating right she get from her husband, Bobby Brown - the KING OF R&B. Whitney might sometimes have her some cocaine or smoke a spliff at the end of the day with her boo, Bobby Brown - the KING OF R&B - but that is just to unwind. She don't smoke no common cheap hooker crack. Hookers on cheap-ass crack have a druuuuug problem. Whitney Houston is CLEAN, motherfuckahs.

Shit. Someone is coming. Y'all bitches better come and get me out of here. I don't need to be in no fucking rehab. When my husband, Bobby Brown - THE MOTHERFUCKING KING OF MOTHERFUCKING R&B - gets out of the slammer where he has been unjustly prisoned by the Man, we are taking Bobbi Kristina, and we are moving to Israel, dammit.

God Bless,
Whitney Houston-Brown.

Posted by at March 17, 2004 11:35 AM
Comments

'Scuse me, Miss Thang? The Queen of Everything? Bitch, that title be taken and YOU KNOW IT.

Posted by: Amy at March 17, 2004 11:38 AM

Lady, I KNOW you are not trying to misappropriate my title. Just wait until I sack my husband, Bobby Brown - THE KING OF R&B - on your ass.

Posted by: Whitney Houston-Brown at March 17, 2004 11:42 AM

WOW!! It's Whitney Houston! OMG! Can I have an autograph peleeeeassse? I know you're not so thin because of the drugs! Girl, I know. IŽll come get you out in a sniff, a jiff I mean!

I can't wait untill Judith Light starts guestposting too!

Posted by: Sweety at March 17, 2004 11:48 AM

Baby, come home. I miss you, baby. I miss you and all your beautiful money. Baby, I don't get that many rolal...royl..checks from the My Prerogative anymore. It's sad, baby. Bobby needs your money to keep warm. Come on home, baby! You crack pipe will be waiting.

Baby, don't be cruel. Cause I might slap your face up, but I would never be that cruel to you.
Love,
Bobby

Posted by: Bobby Brown at March 17, 2004 12:10 PM

Do you still believe the children are the future you coke sniffin ho, you?

Posted by: yvonne at March 17, 2004 01:08 PM

Excuse me. That's coke-sniffing WIFE of the MOTHERFUCKING KING OF R&B.

Posted by: Whitney Houston-Brown at March 17, 2004 02:11 PM

my bad, my bad. but you didn't answer the question. but hey, it's your "prerogative".

Posted by: yvonne at March 17, 2004 02:24 PM

why are you`ll lieing on whitney houston like that she did not say that because who would say that about them self that a shame and you all caled her hoes at leats she knows who hwr baby daddy is and i know some of you`ll bitchs dont

Posted by: tranei at October 10, 2004 03:35 PM