I know that most people see me as perfect, a lovely vision of generosity and kindness. It is mostly true, but I do have have pain and difficulty I must face. I just face my problems with grace and stoicism.
This December I have been playing a certain song over and over again.
It just speaks to me because, despite appearances to the contrary, Christmas 2015 chez Smith was a bit of a shitshow. There were hurt feelings and, oh well, it speaks to me.
The other thing most of you already know about me is that I feel things more strongly than most people. So when I heard yesterday that George Michael had died, I was devestated. Some people felt bad, but I assure you, I felt worse, partly because of that song and partly because I had always dreamed that someday I would marry George Michael. Do you think he dreamed the same thing about Lah Lee?
I have been inconsolable all day, and I just need to pick myself up and move forward because I have to find a dress and purse for New Years Eve.
But George, wherever you are, I would always have waked you up before I Go-Goed.