Obsess Much

I'm going to come clean. I've been a little more than obsessed with Michael's passing. I feel like part of my childhood is gone now that he's gone. He's the reason I took singing and breakdancing lessons (yes, you read that last one right). I guess I thought one day we would do a duet together and I could impress him with my newly acquired dance moves. Those days are long gone.

Poor Evan has had to endure hours worth of his music. We listened to 4 hours non-stop on our way down to San Antonio this weekend. We both sang and danced (as much as one could while driving) and it was fun. Not only that, but I've bought every magazine, watched what seems like every news channel, taped every special, checked every website from TMZ.com to Perezhilton.com to People to stay abreast of the latest news. I've also contributed to the re-surge in record sales this past week due to the fact that all of my MJ music is on records at my parents house.

I don't care if I'm crazy. He was one of a kind and unmatchable. I don't believe we'll see someone of his magnitude, his creativity, his soul, or his voice again for a long time. R.I.P. Michael.