We lost two icons today. One, who's poster I'm pretty sure graced the walls of many men that I know. The other, who's poster hung above my bed.
Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett, rest in peace.
Michael. Talented. Brilliant. Tortured. Hunted. Weird. Extreme. Sad. Lonely. Controversial. Fragile. May you now know the rest that you truly deserve. Your life was not your own. Your life an example of how not to raise a child. What beautiful music you left behind. What a tragic life. I hope there was more happiness for you than it appeared.
Young One just loves Thriller. In fact, I think it was the first CD he downloaded onto his iPod touch.
This feels like one of those moments that people will talk about for a long time. Where were you when Michael died?
How sad that Farah will not get the same attention.