you ain’t got it, you ain’t got it. the theory is brilliant.

It’s interesting to listen to people talk about who they know, who they’ve met, and what their friends have.. saying it’s their claim to fame.

having a claim to fame has to be the lamest thing i’ve ever heard of.

if i’m gunna be famous, or pretend i am, i at least want it to be for something i’ve done. not because my friends are in a band.

granted it’s cool to meet famous people, and hell i’d tell people if i met someone famous as well, however, bragging.. not so cool.

it’s like these people know they will never amount to anything, so they try to get a free ride off of other peoples accomplishments.

plus there’s no point in posting on facebook ‘MY FRIENDS ARE IN A BAND’, at least not for me, cause have of my friends on facebook are friends with those in the band, haha.

so babes, unless you are the madonna, i don’t care if you are her best friend or cousin, you are still not her, and most likely never will be.

walking along marylebone high street last evening, simon and i saw a familiar face.

now, not somebody i see everyday, or in fact have ever met before, but someone i’ve watched on tv, seen in newspapers, on the internet. someone that oh i dont know, set up the winning goal of the world cup?

cesc fabregas? yup.

and whoever he was with had the CUTEST yorkie ever.

may you rest in peace. i cant say i know what to believe with all the tabloids and whatnot all i know is that you truly were the king of pop, and probably always will be. just recently ive started listening to your music and appreciating you as an artist, and now this. my heart goes out to your three kids and your loved ones.