OK, it is my fault. But who knew? When I was wishing a horrible painful death to the abomination that was Anna Nicole Smith, who knew it would come true? Who could have predicted that the fulfillment of a casual wish, not a whopper like "Win the Lottery" or "Put Dick Cheney in prison in Guantanamo Bay", would cause such torture to millions. If I was annoyed by the constant airing of "Trimspa, baby!" and reruns of the Anna Nicole Reality(?) Show, it is negligable compared to the constant breaking news about where this idiot is going to be buried. Why is it news that 87 men might be the father of her child? What makes her so special? It's not like there is a shortage of dumb, drug-addled sluts in the world, and hers is a fascinating, unique story.
I am making a new wish. I wish that Anna Nicole Smith would come back to life, but that she would look like that girl that was in your high school class, whose name you couldn't remember without looking in the yearbook. Included in this wish is that Anna Nicole comes back as a very smart person who takes care of their children.
If my wish comes true, we should never, ever hear about Anna Nicole Smith again.
One can only hope.
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I loved my Anna. She lived out loud, man. Out-fucking-loud and didn't give a rat's fart about what anybody thought. And the legal machinations will be fascinating for years to come.
she can live (or die) out loud all she wants, as long as it isn't on the news every freakin' minute.
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