june 25, 2009.
so michael jackson died. so much for living out my childhood dream of marrying him and living in a pyramid made of solid gold with a laser beam on top that would shoot any intruders that would try to steal my bricks. because they would be made of solid gold. i would cry probably except i'm on too many antidepressants and i haven't cried in 8 months. the last time i wrote in my livejournal was november 26, 2007 when my acura integra died. maybe i should start a deadjournal account instead.