Then I got THE text message:
I know you’re probably hoping I’m not serious, but I’m all kinds of for real. I miss MJ more days out of the week than not. I am legitimately heartbroken I never saw him in concert.
I wasn’t paying attention to the calendar, but my subconscious knew this day was coming. I cried while watching “Moonwalker” earlier this week. I had an insatiable urge to listen to his full catalog last night, but didn’t have my iPod. I woke up today feeling fine, and then my best friend reminded me that today was THE DAY.
Instant spiral into musical depression. I’m lying in my bed, listening to MJ albums in chronological order. And now for your viewing pleasure, the man himself:
This is my blog, and god dammit, the King of Pop gets a tribute.