Peace out, Kev, and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way to the curb.
The new ex Mr. Britney Spears said recently in an interview with People Magazine, "If you want to hate me, cool, hate me."
OK. Thanks for the permission.
Since nature abhors a vacuum, we're betting that as soon as the paperwork is finalized, 'ol K-dog's notoriety will go back to a more stablilized level - that of a white trash backup dancer who happened to bang his employer a few times.
It's not that we hate Kevin Federline the person that much. Were it not for the publicity that comes with being "married" to Britney, we'd hardly even know who he was. It's just that we hate what he represents. You can only ride the coattails of success for so long before you either trip and fall off, or jump out on your own. Kevin has done both and as we speak at this very moment, is in the process of falling flat on his face in grandiose fashion.
Our guess is that before his ATM card stops working, he will soon employ a ghost writer and come out with some kind of scathing his-side-of-the-story expose on the secret lives of trailer trash with money.
But until that happens, its fun to watch the pseud0-celebrity slide back into obscurity.