but the dude never had a clue what a normal life was like in all his days. However screwed up he was, I can't do anything but feel sorry for the man.
His is a sad story. So much talent and likely more broken than was even readily apparent.
Perhaps a quick clear coat would help, Jess. Mine are pretty neglected, but the toes are shiny.
::is jealous::
it's delicious. I'm never going without again.
I am unironically saddened by Jacko's death, and want to listen to Thriller today. I've heard snatches of Beat It, PYT and Billie Jean. It's making me want to hear the whole thing.
me too. I realized that I had no MJ on my iPod, because it's all on VINYL. I'm listening the the 80s station on accuradio, hoping that they increase their MJ today.
I realized that I had no MJ on my iPod, because it's all on VINYL.
I know. All I have is a couple of Jackson 5 songs.
I bought
Thriller
on iTunes last night. It was the iTunes #1 album.
In anticipation of my week on the lake, I'm getting some MJ, J5, and Simon and Garfunkel tonight. And also some Cat Stevens.
A professor just complimented me on my lunchbox. Not the food, the box.
Then he asked me why I haven't graduated yet.
There could be a fight to the death (well, to the silent treatment) between rival yoga studios, drama over elections to the Weaver Street Market Co-op board, and a 15-minute-per-episode discussion of the feminist issues surrounding the term "housewives."
This could also be Real Housewives of Marin County. Bless that wacky little enclave.
I am indifferent on the MJ news. He's just been so far gone for so long, you know? And I know he had a mega-shitty upbringing, and he was irrevocably scarred by a lot of things, but that does not excuse any shenanigans with underagers on his part.
Damn it. Crying again seeing sweet baby MJ fronting the Jackson 5. Maybe I need to turn off the TV.