Poor Farrah, the original California Girl… I thought I had her hair for a while there, only mine was curly so I actually looked more like an English barrister with bangs. That TV special where she’s seen alternating between throwing up and dutifully scribbling away in her illness journal was so sad. That’ll be me, still trying to write in my diary in the funeral home. (Remember what the young lady says in Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest? How she never travelled without her diary because a person should always have something sensational to read on the train ha ha ? Those were the days when my diary was so racy with the adventures of a 13-year-old that my sister stole it and used it to blackmail me!
It’s Thursday morning and I’m in the LA airport with my own diary. Noticng that they really are all tanned around here and some sensational-looking man-made breasts just went by. This just to say goodbye Farrah with your courage . I only wish you hadn’t been talked into that lip-altering facelift; you were gorgeous just the way God made you.
June 25, 2009 at 9:50 am
She fought a noble battle, didnt she?
June 26, 2009 at 3:40 am
All the gloomy news yesterday didn’t help my mood while an antibiotic was doing its thing for my minor health issue. Farrah handled a horrific disease the best way she could; Ryan’s comment in an interview with Barbara Walters about a pre-nup left a question in my mind. I liked some of Michael Jackson’s music and dancing (never did understand the crotch grabs)but I never became a groupie. I found an auction company with really nice people who are helping me downsize while providing some needed cash since my unemployment has run out. It’s really refreshing to get rid of accummulated stuff and to live simply but I’d be lying if I said I am not worried. Still, yesterday’s events put things in perspective, didn’t they? Random thoughts here, going nowhere. Happy 4th of July to everyone!