jessica simpson... writer?

Simpson recently announced that she hopes to release a book of her photos - "mostly of landscapes, of the sky, clouds" - accompanied by journal entries related to the shots. "I know exactly what I was going through when I was taking the picture, and I write it down as I take the picture, so it will be that kind of book."


a picture book with captions of her inner-most thoughts. wow... that jessica is so deep.


dear inner-most thought;


this is a picture of a landscape that I took all by myself in color. oops. I forgot to put film in the camera. oh, wait, duh, it's digital. right? ashlee, is this digital? um. I don't know. ask dad. ok. dad, is this digital? what, jess, the camera or the phone? oooh. now, I'm really confused.


anyway, reader of my inner-most thought picture book, this is an "image" of a land scape taken by me, jessica simpson.

Comments

Mister Mxyzptlk said…
So sad it's almost funny. But not quite. "I know what I was going through." She was going through her vapid head trying to remember where the shutter was. THAT's her innermost thought. She and GWB have something in common: NO FUCKING INNER LIFE.
10:09 PM
Mountjoy said…
"...a picture book with captions of her inner-most thoughts..."

So it'll be a blank page beside each photo then, eh?
4:01 PM
Amy Guth said…
Uh. Mah. Goh.
8:24 PM
Anonymous said…
Good words.
4:05 AM
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