Someone should tell him that's what livejournal is for. I'm almost tempted to buy it, so it can go next to the toilet when I'm in the need for quick laugh, but it will have to compete with the Stranger for that position.
Can Justin just start his hard core drug use and the subsequent spiralling out of control to his own eventual death after selling his boy butt on Craigslist for a gram of crack?
First, that title makes me want to punch in the head every single person involved. Second, an "illustrated memoir" does sound an awful lot like a coloring book as Cienna said, or a special hardback edition of "Teen Bop" magazine (or whatever godforsaken publication follows this kid).
Sad that Joan of Arc didn't have the time to write her memoirs. Oh - I forgot - she was doing something important - freeing France - and not causing pre-pubescents-spending-all-of-their-parents'-money orgasmic frissons. Justin would be a little more believable if his name were Anne Drodge Jeunesse.
(Psst. @7, I think you meant to comment on Mudede's post. Unless you think this "Bieber" person looks like a girl.)
He's lived more in 10 years than most Americans do in two lifetimes.