More Britney Drama, Still Naked

Oh, Britney.

Your new album rocks.

You don’t.

It does not appear that Brit-Brit will be touring to support Blackout, as her, you know, raging drug and alcohol problem precludes that at this point. So the new goal is to get some killer music videos made to help sell the albums. Anything better than that Gimme More video. But discussions for the new videos didn’t exactly go as planned. From Ted Casablancas:

Picture it: A most hip ‘n’ glam production crew was set up to begin discussions with [Britney]. Dates, times and official big-comeback powwow location confirmed. Then, right before scheduled creative meeting time…ring, ring!
It’s Britney’s latest assistant saying her boss can’t make it the few lousy miles into town, and would they mind, terribly, coming out to Malibu for the meeting?

They did, but said the opposite, see, as this is, after all, the infamous legend in the making that is Britney. So, the production types hauled out to the beach. Only to be greeted by the same assistant, only slightly sheepishly (but not really) delivering the following shocker: “Uh,” the Spears helper began, like she was eight, on Santa’s knee and beginning her very lengthy Christmas list. “Britney,” the Spears-ite continued, rather haltingly. “She’s not really feeling it today.”

And before the crew could even begin to drop their jaws in absolute disgust meets horror meets total ef you time, they heard yelling and screaming coming from an upstairs window. So, they all looked up. And even though they couldn’t see at whom she was aiming her tirade (Lynne or some poor schmuck from Malibu Wigs, is our guess), they could see Ms. Es clearly feeling something. Best part? The expletive-filled rantfest was not only panties free, on Britney’s part, it was everything free. You’d think that broad could pull down the friggin’ shades, along with her career, huh?

Britney. Get it together, girl.