You know, I realized today that I don’t run enough paparazzi images like some of those other blogs do of celebrities doing absolutely nothing except walking around being celebrities. Thankfully, I recently made a friend in the paparazzi, a man who’s name I can’t give you because … well, it could get him killed, but I guarantee you I can now bring you angles some of those other celebrity blogs dream of. Exclusive pictures. Cheap pictures. My man can get his way into places other photographers only dream, get the shots other guys risk life and legal freedom for. Take for instance, the photo to the right.

No, your eyes don’t deceive you, that’s the always vivacious Mariah Carey photographed by the paparazzi sashaying her way through downtown LA yesterday in a fantastic curve hugging purple number. The cameras remained trained on her like a starving dog on a distant milk bone. So completely captivated, the photographers could barely remember to actually take pictures of the girl. Carey walked down the street, and walked … and walked some more. Oh yeah, she crossed one street. Then she got in her car and drove away, leaving us photos we may never ever forget … until we catch her tomorrow getting some ice cream or a manicure or something.