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Vanity Fair Covers The Last Days Of Heath Ledger
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06/29/09
I read stories about his rampant drug use for months leading up to his death. If you paid close attention, this was not a shock at all.
There was actually a blind item from LaineyGossip about him, and she pretty much confirmed it was him the day he died.
[www.blinditemsexposed.com]
And it's so so sad to lose such talent like this, but I would rather know the truth, and help educate others in similar situations.
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His death hit me the hardest of any celebrity ever. I had been taking sleeping medication at the time because of a combination of late nights working and early mornings of class which left me with a nasty case of insomnia. I found out about him dying from the pills and then a few hours later, I took a dose of sleeping meds and then suddenly remembered and got so sick I could barely sleep and drifted in and out of conscious. I had a weird waking dream that he was actually in my room and after that I quit the pills cold turkey.
06/29/09
MJ's gave me a delayed response - and my grief is usually on behalf of others - their families and children.
When my father died (I know it's not the same - just for compare and contrast), I was torn to shreds for my mother and concerned that he'd been afraid. My PERSONAL sense of loss sometimes takes awhile to kick in. I don't know why - usually I'm pretty predictably self-serving. Hee.
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Heath's death was really sad for me, too, becuase he seemed so likeable and becuase he was only a year older than I am. I'm a huge fan of his films and saw good things in his future. It was upsetting to me to find out that he'd been so unhappy.
MJ's death is also really hard...I find myself full of sympathy and sadness and pity for him and the hard life he led.
When David Bowie goes I am going to be INCONSOLABLE.
06/29/09
I don't know whether it was the fact that he was my biggest teen obsession, or that he was able to grow into something more mature, that made me feel his death so acutely. I just know that every time I realize he's gone, I'm surprised and taken aback all over again.
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When I heard George Harrison died, I remember I was in math class or something and everyone was sort of quietly stunned, but I really don't remember how I felt, if that makes sense. The Beatles were and are such a major part of the music in my life, but I don't know if I was ever particularly aware of Harrison being a living, working artist, which I think makes a difference.
To some extent, that last part applies (for me, anyway) to Michael Jackson, as well. He did release music during my life, obviously, but not in a way that made me aware of the contributions he had yet to make that we are now missing out on, if that makes sense.
Actually, on that same note, the deaths of John Updike and August Wilson still make me sad on a regular basis because I wonder what works we'll never see because they died while they were still actively working.
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Also, why did I care enough to write this down on the Internet? A mystery.
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(I know they put this together long before last week, but still.)
05/27/09
I've said similar things about some of my BFFs. Alcohol was usually involved, though.
05/27/09
"Gosh, this is ugly!" I thought. "I'll wear it, because it's warm, and I feel bad for it."
About a year later, all the rich girls at school were wearing the exact same scarves, and also matching bags, jackets, brellas, etc. So I had to abandon my ugly little scarf, for Burberry mania had hit, strong.
So, in so many words: You're welcome.
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Oh, this barn jacket? It's Aquascrotum-scum. You like?
No. No, I don't.
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He was publicly embarrassed because she refused to campaign for him and wouldn't move into the Elysee Palace. As soon as he met Carla, he pounced. Likewise, she was about to turn 40, never married the father of her child, was running out of rock stars, and probably figured, "First lady of France? I can handle that."
I think Sarko enjoys every one of those photos and doesn't give a damn.
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