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Britney Didn't Test Positive For Drugs

There were reports over the weekend that Britney Spears had tested positive for drugs during one of her mandatory drug tests.

Sources close to Britney are insisting that the story is not true and the only drug that might have showed up on her test is the prescription pills prescribed by the court doctor.

A source told OK! magazine, “The only thing that came up on the results was the prescriptions the court doctor prescribed. There has been no illegal drugs or even alcohol in any of the results.”

“If she had tested positive, she wouldn’t be with the boys right now. There are no illegal drugs in her system. Someone is making shit up. This case is sealed and no one has access to the results at all.”

This 'source' has a point! If she had in fact tested positive for drugs she wouldn't be able to see her boys cause we know K.Fed's gangsta lawyer would have had them taken away. I think Brit's problem is that she's just really stubborn and feels above the law. She doesn't want a judge telling her what she needs to do and when she needs to do it and that's why she keeps missing the scheduled drug tests. She basically has the Yes! Yes! Yes syndrome. She's been so used to everyone saying yes to her that she doesn't know how to handle a no.

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Kevin Federline and his attorney are on a serving rampage. First, Alli Sims, then her ex-bodyguard Daimon and now her former assistant Shannon Funk got served with legal papers to testify at the custody hearing for Britney and Kevin.

Funk was served late Tuesday night at the airport in Long Beach.

All of this serving is coming from super attorney Mark Vincent Kaplan whose master plan is to have all these people honestly discuss Britney’s parenting skills since they have been around her at times when the cameras are not following her.

Basically, Kevin feels like Britney is screwed up and not capable of handling those kids and anyone who spends a few hours with her comes to the same conclusion. That’s exactly what his attorney wants to get these people to say. I wonder if the hearing is gonna in fact not going to be open to the public.

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Producer Timbaland Wants to Save Britney
The Associated Press

I asked Justin, `How would you feel about me working with Britney? Timbaland, who's crafted hits for Justin Timberlake and Nelly Furtado, wants to help Britney Spears reclaim her once-stellar career.

'I feel her pain, it really bothers me,' the 34-year-old rapper-producer says in an interview in Entertainment Weekly magazine's March 16 issue. 'I'm the type of person who tries to save the world. I just want to take her away, go overseas, and work (it) out.'

Timbaland says he invited Timberlake, his 'best friend' and Spears' ex-boyfriend, to be part of that plan.

'I asked Justin, `How would you feel about me working with Britney?' I had to ask him that,' Timbaland is quoted as saying. 'I said, `Would you do it with me?''

The 26-year-old 'SexyBack' singer said he would, according to Timbaland, who notes: 'She's just gotta be serious.'

Timberlake's spokeswoman, Sonia Muckle, referred inquiries to Timbaland's spokeswoman, Monique Idlett, who didn't immediately respond to a phone call Wednesday from The Associated Press. Gina Orr, a publicist at Jive Records, Spears' label, didn't immediately respond to an e-mail message.

Last month, Spears, 25, checked into Promises Malibu drug and alcohol rehabilitation center in California, capping a week of bizarre behavior in which she entered and exited rehab twice, shaved her head bald and went out clubbing with friends.

'I just want to hold her hand,' Timbaland says. 'I want her to be in my camp, to be around Justin. I need Justin to talk to her. Help her, please!'

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Britney's cry for help is no laughing matter

Still, the picture--it was all over the news last week--stops me. There she is, this pop princess, newly bald, dressed unglamorously in shorts and sweatshirt, rearing back with an umbrella, ready to give that car what it has coming. Supposedly, the vehicle belongs to a photographer who had been tailing her.

In that photo, there is something of the spoiled child lashing out. Something of the little girl, broken. Something of the baby crying for help.

As I said, I can't blame you if you laugh. Blaming you would be hypocritical.

Britney Spears doesn't get a lot of air time in my internal monologue. I don't listen to her music or watch her videos. She's a presence at the edge of consciousness, more famous for being pretty and showing skin and sowing scandal than for any intrinsic quality of her singing. Suffice it to say, Gladys Knight's legacy is safe from her encroachment. Barbra Streisand does not suffer in the comparison.

To the degree I think about her at all, it's usually as a laugh line. People ask if I miss being a pop music critic, having spent the first 18 years of my professional life in that capacity. I tell them I give thanks every morning that I don't have to pretend to take Britney Spears seriously. It's always good for a chuckle.

That's what Spears was to me: a punchline.

Am I the only one? Or isn't it true that between her two-day first marriage, her Madonna kiss on national television, her panties-optional dress code, she long ago became, even for her fans, a person whose attraction lay less in her modest talents than in the sense you never knew what she might do next? She was a little crazy. A little out of control. A little clueless in ways that made you feel better about the garbage of your own life.

As in, maybe I ain't no Nobel Prize winner, but at least I have sense enough to wear underwear when I go out.

And you could say this, talk about her like she wasn't in the room, because she was not, in some sense, real. Spears was an abstract, an idea. Not a troubled young woman who has been in and out of rehab in recent days, a woman for whom fame and fortune have apparently proven inadequate to fill the emptiness inside.

The abstraction is not surprising: Whatever media touch, they objectify. Some years ago, I got an e-mail from an outraged reader who, as the saying goes, called me everything but a child of God. I e-mailed him back and we ended up having a perfectly civil exchange. I remember he seemed embarrassed, as if he had not quite realized that the byline represented an actual human being who might actually read his invective. He had hurled it at an idea of me.

But I am not an idea.

If that can be forgotten about someone whose claim to fame is just that he scribbles in newspapers, how much more easily is it forgotten about those who live in the klieg lights of real fame? What must it be like to have your marriage and divorce, your relationship with your parents and kids, your sagging backside and ballooning thighs, dissected by millions of strangers who think they know you? Does money make that OK? Do luxury and fame?

I wouldn't think so. Life is not a show. But if we ever knew that, we forgot it in our rush to a day of "reality" television, tabloid journalism and famous-for-nothing celebrities. There is no reverence, no privacy, nothing held back as sacred. We ooh and ahh and laugh and point at the garbage of other lives, and forget that even the most famous person is still a person, not an idea.

Britney Jean Spears is not an idea. She's a 25-year-old mother of two who is coming apart at the seams. In public.

Go ahead and laugh if you want.