But the kid is not my son.

I've been thinking a lot about Michael Jackson. Listening to his songs a lot more. I don't really know why. I'm sad he's dead and, not only is it a great shame to lose such a fabulous entertainer and singer, but I'm thinking of his kids. People bullied me for not having a dad, but imagine not having a dad who was the King Of Pop.

I have a friend, whom I have been romantically and lustfully involved with (Don't ask), and he's ignoring me. We fight heaps, but we get over it, and usually I know what I've done or what he's done. But this time, all I got was;

""Right, well, I'm missing some in information, which I don't particularly like. So you're getting blocked now.""

And that's it! I've texted him and emailed him and I miss talking to him because he's a friend I can truly talk to and rely on. I have no idea what to do about it. I don't know what I've done and I don't know if something's wrong! I haven't spoken to him since because he's ignoring me...

Anyway, that's too much depression for an entire blog. Cuban Missile Crisis, anyone?

Kennedy handled it beutifully, thank you for saving world!

Talking of Kennedy, all the sons (And their father) all look the same and all have been run through politics somehow!

Also talking of Kennedy, I think Marilyn Monroe is the sexiest thing on legs! Even more so than tables.

I dyed my hair today. I don't like it. I am pale and I don't take much to get even paler! This is me, with dark brown hair... I look like a total noob... (I don't know what that means, but my brothers call me it quite often).

Oh well...

Well Dad got out of hospital and was very grumpy, making some nasty comments about me, but oh well, he's in pain. I'll let it fly now.

Mum's new car got scratched and she said she was 'heartbroken'. I think she's being dramatic, I didn't scratch it, and I think a car isn't a loving part of your heart.

Anyway, that's about it for today.

Goodnight

Michaela