Today was one of those days where I decided, out of whim, to clean my entire house. Let me tell you... STUPID IDEA. The house may be spotless, but I'm a wreck. I won't go into details but my sister took one look at me and she ran away, screaming at the top her lungs. Enough said. After my crazy cleaning skills wore off, I decided to take a break and curl up and die. But who comes barreling through my house door, interrupting my suicidal thoughts? (Note: In case a policeman is reading this, no worries. If I was suicidal I wouldn't be blogging right now.) My one and only cousin Rachel. This was an unexpected surprise since I just saw Rachel right before I started cleaning. She was out of breath and motioned for me to turn on the T.V. and turned on the news. Now, I was expecting a car that blew up causing a house to be on fire (which is ironic since that occurred last week in my neighborhood), or a little girl kidnapped and raped on the news, but when it declared the Michael Jackson was dead, I was flabbergasted. Who would have thought that the King Of Pop could die at age of fifty?! They have not figured out what caused his death but I'm guessing it's because of overdose, drive by, or a crazed fan shot him. But those are just my theories. No offense to any crazed Michael Jackson fans out there. However, you have to admit... It is very likely that my theories caused his death. Rachel, on the other hand, starts talking non-stop on her phone with all her friends at the same time. (Technology these days? It's amazing.)
For Michael Jackson's behalf--and because I am partly obsessed with his song Thriller--I've decided to have a moment of silence.
(Crickets chirping)
(Crickets still chirping)
(Crickets are having a riot with their chirping)
Okay, I think we've had the longest "moment of silence". The silence is slowly killing me...
Six last words before I end: Michael Jackson, you'll be sorely missed.
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