June 25th, 2009

Catnik, Sewing

Rest In Peace

I remember being about 10 or 11 years old and having these complex and detailed daydreams about being all grown up and applying for a position as a nanny, only to find later when I got the job that it was for Michael Jackson's children.  The details are fuzzy now, and the daydreams never played out exactly the same, but they always ended with me and Michael falling in love.

I look back now and, taking into consideration what kind of men I find attractive now, I'm not at all surprised he was my first celebrity crush.  I would watch this VHS of his greatest hits all the time.  I'd just sit there and look at him.  Then rewind the tape.  Repeat.  I was absolutely infatuated with this man.

Goodbye, MJ.  You will be remembered.