Constants

I don't know why, but I just seem to like Michael Jackson's Stranger In Moscow. It has got that very chilled vibe to it. More than a week on, and I'm still upset about his death. I really am. He's just one of those people where one wouldn't be called insane if they believed that he would live forever. Maybe in some ways he really is. To me, at least. He's one of the very few on earth who has remained a constant through their lifetimes. I love constants.

Prada's birthday party is tonight, and I'm looking forward to it. \m/