When I was 9 or so I had a huge crush on Michael Jackson. AC 4 MJ. I had posters on my bedroom wall. I used to call him on an old phone my sister had painted gold. We'd go on dates. He'd sing songs to me. We'd go on more dates. Michael was my dream man.
I've always loved the guy. No matter what the media said. I couldn't be swayed. He did get a little kooky - but don't we all?
All morning I've been hoping all the media agencies would say 'oh no, we messed up, it's all been a big mistake', but alas, it's not to be.
You know I love a good robot dance, right?
The unrivalled and wickedly talented MJ. There's no one else like him. RIP.