I'm not going to mention the side freak show that has gone on today. I'm completely uninterested in fake-death stories. Today I'm saddened by the passing of a beautiful gal that fought a hard and painful battle of life and death. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be Farrah Fawcett. I had the Farrah scrapbooks, the Farrah Fawcett barbie doll, the infamous bathingsuit poster and had it even on a large badge/pin. Jill Munroe was my favorite Angel and I watched Charlie's Angels every week. For me, as a little girl of 9 years old, Farrah was my idol. If you haven't seen her documentary "Farrah's Story", I urge you to do so. There are mini-clips on YouTube and you can see that what she endured was horrific. Her soul mate Ryan O'Neal was such a strength and a love to her. This morning at 9:30AM Pacific, at St. John's Health Center in Santa Monica, California, she passed away. Out of her pain, our beautiful girl from our favorite era, the 1970's, resides I'm sure, with the real angels.
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So it would appear that the rumours of his death were not greatly exaggerated but I'm still annoyed that he should overshadow Farrah. Class vs crass -- whatever garners more media attention. She was a beautiful woman.
Ah, but how DO we really know the truth? I'm not convinced to be honest.
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