I want to think about Anna Nicole after the autopsy results, after I can process this strange news in some kind of context.
Meanwhile, one thing I didn’t think I’d be doing this morning was reading an amazing and beautiful poem about Anna Nicole’s life and death.
In the “small world” department, I’m going to Florida next week, and, uh, guess what hotel I’m going to be staying in…
Seriously creepy.
Well, that’s not WHY I’ll be staying there… These were premade plans. But, yeah, wonder what it’ll be like. We’re kind of hoping our room isn’t going to be on the 6th floor…
Oh, yes, I realized you didn’t do that on purpose. That wouldn’t be creepy, that’d be fucking nuts. But it’s shadow-over-your-grave creepy nonetheless.
I hope you read the poem. It pretty much blew my mind. Great work. Never read this poet/blogger before.