Apparently June hates life. MJ, Farrah, BILLY MAYS and Ed. The only one that gets to me, though, is the Master of Insomniacs. A freak accident. Tragic, really.
I feel like MJ has been dead since before I was born. He was not human.
Farrah had cancer. Sad, but not too sad. Lots of people die from cancer.
Ed was old. Old people die.
Also, June 28th was my dad's birthday. Of course, he didn't die in June, but the birthday thing just makes me think about him.
I wonder who the Academy Awards will forget in their annual montage of the corpsicles. We'll see.
1 comment:
i'll agree with you my father's birthday was today. and every year we would celebrate our birthday's together. i still celebrate his birthday usually with a few beers, a toast, and his photo. soon i will get the photo on fb, the perch tattooed on my leg in honor of him. death sucks my friend. but cheers to the lives we lost and the friendships we've gained.
p.s. i couldnt remember my email and stuff. so that's why it just says bob.
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