A New Heir to the Throne

This is the first day of my life without Michael Jackson.

Now I'm not sayin' that we were the best of friends or even that I saw him on the regular (I'm no Farrah), I'm just sayin' that ever since I can remember, he has been a part of my life.

The first song I ever liked was ABC and it's weird to think about where or who I'd be were it not for the Prince of Pop. It makes me feel sad for all the little girls out there about to be born into a world without MJ.

I guess you could say that they'll have their own MJ, but that just ain't true! There is not a single man out there right now that's even close to being worthy to take the throne. (Notice how I said man). I can, however, think of one woman... and only one...

Now I know it's too soon to rush right up there and crown myself the Princess of Pop, but just think about all those little ones out there who will have to live one more day without the perfect pop icon to look up to. After all, I wouldn't be in the place I am without MJ so the least I can do is be there for the next generation -you feel me?

And besides I already got the perfect coronation outfit picked thanks to my devilishly handsome and stylish assistant Lorenz. I'm gonna wear my Pink Betsey Johnson Dress with my Alexandra Neel Platforms. Even If I'm not crowned the next Princess of Pop, I'll at least look like I was.

Until my coronation

Peace be to MJ

Partying my Booty off

I'm so *&^%! exhausted! Five days and nights of partying my booty off after the Lakers won. I threw THE bash of the century. You know what I mean, the kind of kick in the butt funky you up get down and beg for more party. In fact, my party was so sick that Aristotle Metropolis would NOT GET THE HINT to leave. The boy is rich, but he sure don't have a clue when it's time to go and the party is OVER!!!

My new assistant, Lorenz, did a lousy job cleaning up the mess but he picked out the perfect outfit for me for the party: the Custo Barcelona Dress. So, I can't come down too hard. Oh, and guess what? Meadow had the nerve to show up UNINVITED to the party. She claimed that Farrah drug her along. Farrah wouldn't say, cause she's friends with both of us but it's obvious that "sweet little Meadow" came to spy on Kip and me.

What's really irritating though is that Meadow was wearing a stunning dress by Just Cavalli. Now I know she doesn't have that kind of taste, obviously she's been studying my look and copying me. She'll stoop to anything to get Kip back! Of course Kip worships the ground I walk on. But STILL.