It’s been a while. I know. Shut up.
Today I learned that the King of Pop has died.
Michael Jackson passed away earlier today at the age of 50. Although results from the coroner are not yet completed, it seems that he died from a heart attack. CBS aired an hour-long special that I watched where they recapped his life, both the good (usually had to do with music) and the bad (his personal life).
I wouldn’t say I’m a Michael fanatic. I’m too young to remember his glory days, all I got was the sick times of court cases and a creepy pseudo-caucasian Michael (I wondered for the entire special if CBS would mention his curious ethnicity transformation… guess what, they didn’t).
Still, I’m sad. That man could sure dance.
Although at the same time, he was millions of dollars in debt. Coincidence? Let the conspiracy theories begin. Boyfriend thinks he faked his death. I think it’s suicide. Thoughts?
ps: Australian sex god actor Alex O’Loughlin is returning to television this fall! In an original concept never produced before, he’ll be starring in a medical hospital-set drama about relationships and life called “Three Rivers”. Maybe I’ll call him McDrea– oh, wait.
