I know you've seen it already, but I feel the need to comment.
This . . .
. . . makes me sad.
And not even happily so.
But then, so does this:
At least those aren't my words fueling the search (they're from the comments of my first Being Bobby Brown recap). At least it isn't Google. But still. If she can't get her shit together, I can't recap the promised (but as-yet-unconfirmed-by-Bravo) second season, let alone watch it. Seriously, it would be cruel. I know the above-posted shot (purportedly recent -- if you don't know the at-least-slightly suspicious, not-so-reveleaory-anyway [we already knew her voice was shot!] story read it here) is just a step away from this . . .
. . . this . . .
. . . or this . . .
But it's a big step. You might even say that this time, she stepped on a crack.
Like I said in the comments of Fresh's post on the matter, what I hate the most about that shot is how happy she looks. Like a kid in a candy store but not aware enough to see what makes that funny (she's holding candy, btw). For me, things have turned creepy.
I'm hopeful, but not stupid. If she fucking dies, like, tomorrow, I wonder if mixed with my immense sadness will be guilt for laughing at her for so long?
But then, if she can just reel it in slightly we're all good: summer will be wonderful again, watching her on the brink. Just as long as she's on the right side of it.