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From Oblivion...
Apr. 21st, 2016 08:42 pmYes, I'm still alive--unfortunately, Prince isn't.
I heard the news just before lunch today at work (thank y fuck you, social media) and was so overcome I had to leave. I literally broke down sobbing at my desk and couldn't continue working. (And the people around me were "Oh, Prince died." Then a minute later, "LOL, my shoe collection..." WTF?)
I'm sure the depression (not to mention the deaths of Bowie, Rickman, Frey, & Maurice White among others) had everything to do with it.
Dear hubby brought me home and I spent the rest of the day on Twitter and watching Prince videos on MTV. (They dumped their regular programming.)
The videos were from every part of Prince's career, not in any kind of order. So one moment you might see the "Purple Rain" Prince, the next you'd see the 1991 MTV Music Awards Performance which is, possibly, the sexiest thing I've ever seen. NSFW at all. He's in assless pants. Then there's the iconic performance in the pouring rain at the Super Bowl Halftime Show in 2007.
He had a charisma that drew your eye to him, even in a crowd. And...wow, sexy? Come to momma. Prince was my kind of guy, slight, with muscular arms and shoulders, large, soulful eyes (OMG, those eyelashes!), and amazing hair--long or short. And a fabulous sense of fashion. And...and... So. Much. Talent. (He's been quoted as saying the music is always in his mind--and he's been compared to Mozart.)
His last concert was Saturday. Saturday. And he went to the hospital on the way home.
How could this happen?
I saw a tweet that said that the Grim Reaper is working from the wrong list and I agree.
Someone else said to put Madonna and Bruce Springsteen in a bunker somewhere to keep them safe as it seems like our 80s icons are dropping like flies.
Prince was my age. I'm a fat, diabetic woman who smoked for 20 years. Why am I still here while Prince and Bowie are gone? My miserable life is not more valuable than theirs.
I don't understand it.
Thankfully, hubby and I are going to escape the real world for a few days next week by going to the mountains. I hope to do some more work on my story and find some peace.
I heard the news just before lunch today at work (
I'm sure the depression (not to mention the deaths of Bowie, Rickman, Frey, & Maurice White among others) had everything to do with it.
Dear hubby brought me home and I spent the rest of the day on Twitter and watching Prince videos on MTV. (They dumped their regular programming.)
The videos were from every part of Prince's career, not in any kind of order. So one moment you might see the "Purple Rain" Prince, the next you'd see the 1991 MTV Music Awards Performance which is, possibly, the sexiest thing I've ever seen. NSFW at all. He's in assless pants. Then there's the iconic performance in the pouring rain at the Super Bowl Halftime Show in 2007.
He had a charisma that drew your eye to him, even in a crowd. And...wow, sexy? Come to momma. Prince was my kind of guy, slight, with muscular arms and shoulders, large, soulful eyes (OMG, those eyelashes!), and amazing hair--long or short. And a fabulous sense of fashion. And...and... So. Much. Talent. (He's been quoted as saying the music is always in his mind--and he's been compared to Mozart.)
His last concert was Saturday. Saturday. And he went to the hospital on the way home.
How could this happen?
I saw a tweet that said that the Grim Reaper is working from the wrong list and I agree.
Someone else said to put Madonna and Bruce Springsteen in a bunker somewhere to keep them safe as it seems like our 80s icons are dropping like flies.
Prince was my age. I'm a fat, diabetic woman who smoked for 20 years. Why am I still here while Prince and Bowie are gone? My miserable life is not more valuable than theirs.
I don't understand it.
Thankfully, hubby and I are going to escape the real world for a few days next week by going to the mountains. I hope to do some more work on my story and find some peace.
