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you embrace the money hungry habitual liar within, but I think I’ve watched enough Dionne Warwick and Cleo commercials to fake it learn the gift, so indulge me and read my predictions for the New Year. If I get most of them right, I’m sending this entry to Sally Jesse Raphael. That still comes on, right?
Kelly Rowland will re-release Ms. Kelly, and will [finally] get the solo stardom she’s destined for. Hahaha. Sike.
LeToya Luckett will sell more than Kelly…again.
Monica will stop singing songs as if she just came out of the fryer at Church’s, leading her to sell more than 7 albums this time around. (Yes, I’m one of those 7 people who bought The Makings of Me.)
Pissy won’t go to jail, but will be seen at a McDonalds Playland near you. He'll also release “Trapped In The Closet: Part 27.”
T-Pain will be featured on 800 more songs. We will all get one step closer to determining whether or not he's sprinkling crack on his tracks.
It will dawn on Ciara that no one else is buying The Evolution of Ciara. She'll meet up with Jazze Phae at a Golden Coral and begin work on a new album.
Britney Spears will prolong her real comeback, opting instead to serve as pop music's own Elly May Clampett.
Lil Wayne - the best D.A.R.E. ad made stateside - will give even more interviews high, making all non pill-poppers feel good about themselves. His abilities to rhyme words like 'stork' and 'fork' will keep him hailed as the best in the game.