Dear Ms. Heigl,
Listen, bitch.
I get it. You want out of your contract. And I can't say that I blame you for your past comments about the material you were given.

And then your film career began to take off! Knocked Up and 27 Dresses both did well at the box office. Of course, two hits do not a movie-star make, and you do lose points for starring in the lowest-grossing film of all time. But still! Your future looked bright, man, and you probably felt artistically stifled by Grey's Anatomy. And I'm here to tell you that it's okay to feel that way.
But listen. If they really do kill off Izzie Stevens to accommodate your lofty filmic aspirations, I will cut a bitch. I cannot idly stand by and watch Alex Karev's heart break like that (again! Remember Ava?).

Or do. Whatevs. But if I see you on the street, I might have to go all hood on your ass.
Seriously.
Sincerely,
Isle of Everything
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