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OK, FIRST of all, even though I know this is being talked about on every phone in America, I am pissed about the Jackson trial results. I think it was pretty sloppy on both sides, you know? Furthermore, could MJ WEAR any more blush? He looks like the chicks on my high school cheerleading squad, only with more rhythm. (Apologies to the cheerleaders, but I have to call it like I see it b/c it's my job.)

Also, what happens now? Is he still gonna flop and gambol around to children's hospitals across the world? Do any kids nowadays really care about him? I know my nieces and nephew just get a blank expression on their faces when he's mentioned. There's no connection for them whatsoever other than horror stories told to them by my mother about my room being plastered with his posters (which is true, but that's beside the point). He hasn't progressed...I'm sorry, but he hasn't. Donny Osmond did progress, even though Michael Jackson advised Donny to change his name in order to jump-start his career. Ya know, I'll bet that Donny is breathing a sigh of relief that he didn't follow any of MJ's advice. I know I would be.

Well, your favorite bipolar auburn-tressed diva is still out job hunting, and nothing to report as yet but there's always tomorrow. My dad is in the hospital recovering from staph infection from a previous surgery he had...oye vay. Mom, Ruth and Aunt Martha have been doing "hospital duty" and hangin' in there. If you're inclined to pray for him, please do so...it would be much appreciated.

Well, this is a short entry today, folks, but as Mike Tyson says, "I guess I'm gonna fade into Bolivian."

Fadingly,
Sudiegirl