i can remember it like it was yesterday.
watching that video. being terrified. worrying about the girl. his girlfriend. knowing that she didn't know that his eyes would turn colors when he looked back at the camera.
you know, thriller.
it's hard to imagine that pratt will grow up in a world without michael jackson. i mean, i know that spencer says she isn't surprised that he's dead. but a little piece of my childhood died when he died. silly, maybe. but oh so true.
i can remember dancing to his music. i loved all of it. there was just something about it. something that made you want to get up and move. and attempt to moonwalk. and attempt to wear that red, leather jacket and glove...and not look completely dorky.
i know i'm the only person in america who isn't sick of seeing the coverage. i'm not tired of it yet. it's not real to me yet. well, the part that's real is that i heard on npr yesterday that the city of los angeles will spend 2.5 million on his "funeral fesitivities" today. that is real. and depressing. depressing for everyone else in america that could use food or shelter. 2.5 million. wow. all for a funeral.
anyway, i guess i'll go download itunes songs. maybe we can have a dance party later. i may fall asleep midway through it...but oh well. pratt probably won't notice.
ps. let this be a reminder that i'm going stir crazy. i don't want to get out of the house for fear of spreading my germs. yet, i find myself here on this computer typing, "all work and no play makes jack a dull boy". could that be problematic?
you know, thriller.
it's hard to imagine that pratt will grow up in a world without michael jackson. i mean, i know that spencer says she isn't surprised that he's dead. but a little piece of my childhood died when he died. silly, maybe. but oh so true.
i can remember dancing to his music. i loved all of it. there was just something about it. something that made you want to get up and move. and attempt to moonwalk. and attempt to wear that red, leather jacket and glove...and not look completely dorky.
i know i'm the only person in america who isn't sick of seeing the coverage. i'm not tired of it yet. it's not real to me yet. well, the part that's real is that i heard on npr yesterday that the city of los angeles will spend 2.5 million on his "funeral fesitivities" today. that is real. and depressing. depressing for everyone else in america that could use food or shelter. 2.5 million. wow. all for a funeral.
anyway, i guess i'll go download itunes songs. maybe we can have a dance party later. i may fall asleep midway through it...but oh well. pratt probably won't notice.
ps. let this be a reminder that i'm going stir crazy. i don't want to get out of the house for fear of spreading my germs. yet, i find myself here on this computer typing, "all work and no play makes jack a dull boy". could that be problematic?
2 comments:
$2.5 million that should be going toward the HUGE deficit the state of California is in right now. And yes, you are the only person not sick of the coverage. When I'm stuck at home, I like to DVR old episodes of Law and Order: SVU-you should try it.
PS-We're coming to see ya'll when you're better!
I agree with Allyson and Sugar. I'm sick and tired of hearing his name each time I turn on tv. I will have to admit that I didn't sit down and watch the funeral, but was in and out of the kitchen and thought it was very tastefully done, not the circus that I thought it would be.
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