Perhaps the saddest reality, is that each and every person at TMS has wasted an inordinate amount of their life on this whole bullsh*t parade.

Herein lies the reality. 99.9% of TMS will never be able to call Taylor Hicks your friend. (Well you can claim it all you like, but being #23,452 on his myspace page ain’t gonna make it so! Or having Wes as a Mod) Hell, I’m going to go so far as to say that another 99% of you will never even have Billy-Boy or the Shirt-Shiller think of you at all. Thats the real deal folks.

Facts are facts and you can all (and I do mean ALL of you at TMS) cry a river of outrage if you want. Friends are made when you actually care to know a person for who they are, not because of what they can do for you.

Fact. Taylor is a great artist. Fact. He is actually kinda sweet and does some really great things for the underprivileged around him. Fact. He is a business person and appreciates you as fans who support his music and allow him to do what he loves to do. Fact. He has had girlfriends in the past. He will have them in the future. Not one of them is or will be named Bill. Sorry.

Grimmer reality: Even the Billy’s and the Thomas’ of the world need you for one purpose and one purpose alone. Buy the ticket - take the ride. That’s all folks! We all have a job to do. They sell stuff and make it so that you all have an escape to the lives that clearly aren’t what you’d hoped they’d be. That is all they owe you. They are not here to sleep with you or make out with you or put you on their top ten friends to make your life worth living. In fact, I am quite certain of this. If you happened to have a “lucky” (and I use that word loosely) encounter with any of Taylor’s extended posse, well good for you (I guess) but ask yourselves the real reason you tried so hard for that “precious connection.”

That goes for all of you who sit at TMS and bash one others in secret. You all struggle to find the thing that makes you special and to have others look upon you as worthy of praise or jealousy. Look inside yourself and realize what is really important. Its not the cyber-fame that will be with you when you’ve chased all your friends away. It’d be your dog because they are dumb and love your abuse!

Trust me on this, fame is fleeting - and by fame I mean real fame - not this crazy OMGZ Taylor posted at TMS hysteria. When real internet fame is gone, guess who is left? Nobody because karma will bite you in the ass in the end.

All of these TMS women being bashed are clearly pathetic and in need of some good ‘ol self esteem . Yes, its sad, yes, its more than sad. It’s devastating to those real people in their lives who have lost them to this nonsense. IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS PEOPLE! Get over the insanity, step away from the keyboard and go fuck your husband if he hasn’t already left your sorry ass!

Leave Taylor and his friends and employees alone to do the only thing that is relevant. Make the music.

I hope you all the bitches at TMS manage to get some perspective sometime soon. Sadly, by the time that happens, Taylor will announce the next tour. Then I can see the backbiting, eye-gouging and dart throwing shall begin again, just to grasp that 43rd meet and greet pass with Lil Bill in hand!!!! (You know who you are.)

Ok, I have now clearly wasted way too much of my time on those TMS hos all already, but I thought I’d remind them what reality looks like, as its been way too long a respite for most of them. I’m going off for a run and a nice dinner out with friends. They should try it sometime instead of guarding threads all day long.

Best of luck to all of you trying to grasp the golden ring of computer coolness. Try not to fall off the horse.

~~Allie~~

FIXED. TMSmoles