Dear Taylor,
I don't own your CD... I got tired of Tim McGraw. You are not on my IPod playlist... I don't even know where it is at the moment. But that is another story entirely. However, apparently you beat out Mrs. Jay-Z last night for some sort of award in some sort of category for a great music video. I will go to youtube or CMT.com and check it out. I promise. I am sorry that Mr. West feels that not only does George Bush hate all black people, but he also feels that Beyonce made the greatest music video since Thriller and yours was just good. To be quite honest, I have not seen Beyonce's video, either. I don't know if it is "all that and a bag of chips" or not. This is what happens when you have to get a real job... you miss out on TRL (is that still on... man do I feel old...and I miss that hour of the day whiling away doing nothing awesome... which was awesome.) Anyways, I am sure that your super fab IPhone has been ringing off the hook today not only to congratulate you... but also to vent their disdain for Mr. West's unforgivable actions. Let me file neatly into the single file line, and do the same. He is a jerk. And, surprisingly, Beyonce was a class act. You should add her to your myspace top 8 today if you already didn't. Who knows? Maybe the two of you could go shopping at Kitson later this week and buy something I wish that I owned to bond over the embarrassing fiasco. I guess that the awards scene isn't really a place Mr. West belongs. At least he didn't call you a racist. At least you have the trophy. I bet Beyonce wishes that it was gracing her mantle and not yours tonight. Go ahead and snap a series of you holding your award and send it out to all your semi fabulous Hollywood friends and foes. You deserve it!
Kindest Regards,
Future Queen of the House.
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