I couldn't sleep and already this week is shaping up to be just as fucked up and awful as last week was, but I couldn't sleep and so I grabbed my phone and started to thumb through Facebook and I see that David Bowie passed away.
I'm actually crying about this. Normally when a celebrity passes away, it either has no effect on me or I'm mildly sad about it. This, however, has me very upset. I don't think I have been this heartbroken since Jim Henson, Vincent Price, Robin Harris, and George Carlin died.
I never knew about David Bowie until the movie Labrinth came out and I fell in love. He was such an amazing villain and so handsome. Plus, his voice was enchanting. And I like to die during that ballroom scene. I even semi-named my favorite teddybear after the Jerith character, although for years I thought the characters' name was Jerrod and not Jerith, hence why I only semi-named him.
However, through the years, I always pronounced my unwavering crush on David Bowie and even when he model Imani married decades ago, I wasn't upset because I thought they made an excellent couple!
Alas, he is gone now and there is a tiny hole in my heart. I'm also pissed that it couldn't be someone useless like Hugh Hefferner, Dick Cheney, or any one of those Koch fucktards! No, it's always someone who makes people happy.
The world will miss you David Bowie and I will miss you too. But you will always live on in my memory as the babe.
The babe with the power.
The power of voodoo?
Remind me of the babe!