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and then patrick swayze died.

creepiest thing ever. it was just sunday night, i was watching ghost with mom, and bawling my eyes out. now i am going to get obsessed about the fact that he is there somewhere, falling in love with some pretty young demi moore lookalike and getting heartbroken and leaving her heartbroken as well as he disappears into shiny glittery shimmery heavenly light.

2009, has had a strange way of making me feel rather old. patrick swayze, micheal jackson, farah fawcett... all childhood icons, faces, crushes... all gone in a year...

its strange when you tend to get so upset about certain events, while other, younger people look positively blank and go "who?" its a sure sign of getting old. old. old. very old.

anyway. age is overrated.

if mick jagger can pull it off. so can the rest of us. i think.