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Sitting…

I've been sitting on this story that's been sitting on my hard drive for almost a year.

It's a very personal story and the subject matter has affected every single one of us, but I'm just can't seem to pull the trigger and post it here.

The ending is absolutely terrible, but it's exactly how it ended in real life, and I can't spice up something that has so many bad emotions attached to such tragic events.

We walked out of the room at about 7:30am on that foggy Tuesday morning, the sun was just peeking above the horizon, I know it wasn't there but I always remember there being a thin layer of mist blanketing the ground. I felt as if we were walking in The Lost Forest from A Link to the Past.

“I’m really happy you’re getting married,” I said to him.

“Well,” he said and then looked down at his feet “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.”

I knew what he meant.

We walked in to the lobby and looked at the televisions mounted in the wall right next to the automatic door. Michael and I stopped dead in our tracks and read the words that were scrolling by. Plane Crashes into WTC.

Our faces, which were already drained of any color from the party, had turned green and white. “The pilot must’ve been drunk or something” I declared out loud, mostly to assure myself that it wasn’t done intentionally.

You have new Picture Mail!

You have new Picture Mail!

Originally uploaded by Michael Batfish.

Best Nini picture. Ever.

I’m listening…

to these songs

You have new Picture Mail!

You have new Picture Mail!

Originally uploaded by Michael Batfish.

Eyes

I’ve had it

I've had it up to here with Britney Spears! I mean seriously, all these websites -- Perez Hilton and the ilk -- can not stop talking about this washed out, drugged up, poor excuse of a singer (and mother) who has nothing better to do then complain about all the attention that gets.

The sick thing is you know she really would commit suicide if the press did stop talking about her.

I said to myself a long time ago that there I would-never-ever-in-a-million-years-even-if-the-world-exploded that I would write about them on my blog. It would just be adding fuel to the fire of their madness. They've become heroes of pop culture, all the while doing absolutely nothing to deserve their status. What she popped out some kids? Big deal! Wow, she can chain smoke and pound Red Bull? Mitch can do that any day of the week.

I seriously wish she would of taken that goddamn electric clipper and shaved out her eyeballs. And proceed to drink a whole jar of the blue juice they put the combs in.

Also, I wake up every day and pray that Pat O'Brien and all the "talent" over at Extra, E.T., Access Hollywood, The Insider, The Outsider, My Side, Myspace and every other T.V. show (I'm looking your way MSNBC and CNN) can talk about something other then Anna Nicole. It's a shame she died, but they're using tragedy for porfit.

Ok, rant over.