Good morning!

Another rainy day in the big apple..I cannot believe the weather..It's seriously been raining almost everday for about a month!

I can't stop watching the tributes to Michael Jackson..All night last night and all morning I have been absorbing myself in his extreme life..I can't believe he's dead but in retrospect its as if we should have known..so much pressure with legal battles, debt, haters, health and mental problems.. but still there was sooo much love for him. I think he might have been one of the most loved artists of our time...yet he was so troubled, so sweet and somehow so misunderstood...his fame destroyed him but also built him up.



I think that "what nurtures me destroys me" is so correct when it comes to his life...he fed upon the love from his fans, the fame the attention the money the god like status he achieved..but it all also destroyed him..all the love in the world couldnt erase the mean words, he felt pressure to undergo so many procedures to look different, and still he was constantly ridiculed..I saw an interview with him where he was talking about his life being like a prison because he couldnt do anything and I bet that must have been aweful..but then again he knew nothing else..and at the end of the day he wanted that fame..just lookign at the way he behaved around the cameras..oh crazy crazy...whatever some people say, his life was lived in an extremely extraordinary way and there is no one like him and I doubt we'll ever see someone like him again...