Where did my life go?

I love opening fan mail. I get a lot of it, and I don't always have the chance to write back like I want to, but when the lawyers and letter writers are responding to generic, impersonal mail, I like to send reponses. People are busy, and they take time out of their day driving, dating, taking care of their children, spouses, dogs, to write to me ( Read more... )

I watched last night with the greatest sadness I have felt in a long time. Women, children, it doesn't matter. War comes, everyone dies. Remember Hiroshima? Remember Nagasaki? Remember? Anyone? We are the terrorists now. We are up against a man who doesn't care for his people. He doesn't want to save them. Bush, you're the big man now.

I saw Lisa Marie the other day. I was walking down the street (though I can't remember where..sometimes that's not what matters so much) and I stopped short. I was wearing my favorite disguise (the one from the Ghosts video)...so I'm sure she didn't recognize me. She dropped her purse and I picked it up for her. She glanced at me, smiled, ( Read more... )

Sometimes I remember Africa ( Read more... )

But I'm only human ( Read more... )

These people HAVE to be insane. If they aren't, God help mankind.
http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2319983

Apparently my mjnose nose has a livejournal. I hope it doesn't give too much away. I would hate to have to sue my nose. ;-) Just kidding, nose. You and I are a team and we have conquered the world.

I had to laugh. Then I had to cry. Then I had to think for a long time. A fan walked up to me yesterday and said 'Isn't it interesting how everyone in the world wants to be Michael Jackson and all Michael Jackson wants to be is Peter Pan?' One of life's paradoxes I suppose. Peter Pan and I are not that dissimilar. We're both fabrications of ( Read more... )

I love the smell of rain before it falls..or after it falls, when it is the strongest and invades the nose. It's as if somehow a sin were washed away from the world's surface. I sometimes forget to go outside. When did I get so old?