...except Bret Michaels.
Bret Michaels is my not-so-guilty obsession. As is "Rock of Love," his klassy reality dating show. I don't know why Bret Michaels consumes so many of my thoughts and dreams, but he just seems so real to me. He comes off as a decent guy, but he's straight when it comes to partying and having a good time. One of my life goals is to be on "Rock of Love." I am convinced that Bret and I are soulmates...he just doesn't know it yet.
Recently, however, Bret was admitted into a hospital and was in critical condition. He apparently had a brain hemorrhage at the base of his brain stem. I am severely worried...what am I going to do if one of my biggest idols dies? I might just have to crawl into a corner and cry. But I am hoping for the best, and news was just released that he is stable and talking. Bret's a figher; I'm sure he'll pull through.
So in conclusion, I guess what I am trying to accomplish with this post is Bret somehow finding this in cyberspace and showing up at my doorstep saying we are meant to be. Don't worry, I am not delusional. I realize that I have a better chance of being attacked by gorillas than I do of Bret Michaels requiting my love, but a girl can dream.
So this one's for you, Bret.
Because "I want action tonight, satisfaction all night. You've got the love I need tonight."
Ooooh Chelly.
ReplyDeleteAt least you are realistic.
Although I don't understand this obsession, I am willing to stick through this hard time with you. And if you are on Rock of Love, I will vote for you (unless its like the Bachelor, where Bret choses who stays and who goes - then I won't vote, but I will cheer, and make signs, and send you text messages every day).