Wow, I was just reading an article about Farrah Fawcett's fame. The journalist was really scrapping around trying to find 'highlights' in Fawcett's career. In the end the best she could say was, "Not all of her performances will stand the test of time, but what is worth remembering is how hard Farrah Fawcett tried."
Then my husband came home from work and asked me if I'd heard the big news.
"Farrah Fawcett died?" I guessed, half joking.
"No! Michael Jackson died," He replied.
What is this feeling you have when someone really famous dies? It's like morbid excitement, and it's completely guilt free. Poor Michael, he was such weirdo, it's impossible to empathize with his life.
Although, Latoya will be sad. That makes me sad.
Anyway, there are a million things that can be said about Michael Jackson. I'm working reception at a law firm tomorrow, and I know what I'm going to be reading about all day...
Where does one begin to sum up his life?
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