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11-21-01 - 1:53 a.m. Britney Spears was amazing as ever. Kellie's jaw actually dropped when she saw what Britney wore for her performance of "I'm A Slave 4 U." Even I have to wonder how she danced in it. The skirt was shorter than the one she wore on the cover of September's Rolling Stone, just barely covering her boo-tay. The top was similar to the VMA performance top, but skimpier. Honestly I thought the outfit was damn sexy, but couldn't have possibly been comfortable, seeing as how she was nearly flashing half the audience the entire time. I really wasn't in a driving mood after the concert, but because Kellie and Bryan know zilch about the California freeway system, I was stuck with doing so. We left Anaheim at around midnight. I dropped off a sleepy Kellie at about 12:50. "Hey, Laura, how long does it take to get from Anaheim to here?" she asked as she noticed the time. "Hour and a half." "What time did we leave?" "Twelve." "How fast did you take the freeway?!" "65." "Bullshit." "Plus 30...or so." "You are the worst driver in the world and I can't believe you'd endanger people's lives like that." "You're welcome." I wasn't in a driving mood. I'm sick. I've been coughing all day and I know that going to the concert and dancing was not a good idea. Nor will it be tomorrow. At least tomorrow Bryan's driving.
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