FRED DURST JUST WANTS TO BE LOVED. IS THAT SO WRONG?
Here’s Fred Durst back in July, shortly after he married Esther Nazarov (whomever the fuck she is):
“I love being married and I am the luckiest man alive to be so in love. It took me 38 years and was absolutely worth the wait. Every path has led me here. I’m hers, she’s mine, forever.”
And here’s Freddy yesterday:
“For those of you inquiring, I will confirm that Esther and I have decided to go our separate ways and we both thank you for your support.”
By the way, he made that little announcement over Twitter. Classy.
Fred: you are not only dumb and supremely, almost comically lacking in talent, but you also seem to have the emotional maturity of a four year old. (Which is shocking, given the depth of emotion displayed in your lyrics.) You probably shouldn’t be using words like “forever” unless you’re referring to your own rampant retardation (e.g., “I will forever be a ree-ree”), but definitely never when referring to a your relationship with a woman. Because your relationships have the same average lifespan as a fruit fly. Seriously. Marriages don’t split up after three months because a couple that really did once love another tried and tried but just couldn’t make it work; they split up after three months because the two idiots involved had no business getting married in the first place.
This is Durst’s second marriage by the way. I say he should give it another shot – it’ll definitely work out. Practice makes perfect, right? Third time’s the charm, Freddy!