So, im back and sitting in my domain listening to one of my favorite girly country songs- Gunpowder and Lead. It makes me feel powerful. I like power. Anywho- so, this weekend was actually a good turn out. I got to spend some good quality time with my dad and his friends while while wallering in one of the nastiest lakes east of the Mississippi River and downing numerous cases of Miller Light. Since ive been home, I have accomplished absolutely nothing but I enjoy being a bum, other than the fact that i have already worked more than i should this week, i am pretty content. Today, while i was working my nanny job- you know, the job i have that consists of me sitting on their couch, reading (yeah i know) and trying to put up with snobby little demanding ingrateful kids all day- I got to watch a little slice of the memorial service for Michael Jackson. Within one minute of Brooke Shields' speech, i was in tears. It truly moved me and made me appreaciate MJ ten times more. He will always mean a lot to me because i spend a majority of my childhood idolizing him, i even wanted to be him for halloween when i was in the 2nd grade but my mother made me be the yellow m&m instead- it would have been rather controversial seeing as i believe he was going through trial at that time. I would have loved to have met MJ but i guess now i must wait until the after-life for that to happen. But for now, i must depart, I apologise for the boring nature of this post but I must go entertain the Boy who is knocking on the front door and claims to be my boyfriend... until next time- have a wicked awesome night!- The 1&Only