the saddest thing about losing michael jackson is that we won't ever get to be friends

which is sort of a joke but also sort of not cause i have always thought if we were to hang out we'd get along famously.

can you imagine?!

i'd be like 'let's dress up' and michael would have been like 'good idea i have a thousand million fun outfits to dress up in'. or i'd be like 'let's make sandwiches and then moonwalk while we eat them' and he'd be like 'that's what i do every day for lunch'.

oh we would have had a grand time. saving the world, talking about our feelings, passing out each day at neverland in a giant room full of pillows after stuffing ourselves with cotton candy and root beer floats.

and now he's gone and my 1 in 1 gillion chance of that dream coming true is gone with him.

maybe i should just change the dream to be like 'hang out with michael jackson on mars' which is probably where he went anyways.

i'm coming michael! just putting some last sequins on my spacesuit.