I'm not sure which of God's angels are responsible for passing out obsessions when us mortals enter this world, but I frequently thank the stars for the one I've been given. Honestly, could I have been given a better target for my most intense fascination? Well, to be true, I reckon everyone feels thus about their object of desire, their finest flower, their one and only unreachable attraction, so I'll not dis the fellers hooked on John Deere or the gals jived up on Prada handbags. But thanks again and again Higher Power for my obsessing over Christina Aguilera.It's been almost a year since aj took me to see my Muse in person, and as I recall the event it's with loads of pleasant memories that I reflect on the singing, the choreography and awe-inspiring performance of the HWOTP. (Of course, I must add right here smack dab in the middle of my laudatory remarks on X-tina that the concert was only eclipsed by the brilliant times spent with aj on our wild and wacky road trip surrounding the show!).
A couple months ago, for V-Day in fact, aj bought me the DVD box-set of the Back To Basics tour, and we've watched the production with bated breath and miles of smiles. I sit spellbound and entranced through each step and across every note. I highly recommend you watch and enter the ethereal realm of what being high is all about.
So, since it's been a minute since I've posted a pic or word about my favorite artist, I thought I'd jot down a snippet about what's at the core of my obsession.
She's blonde. She's beautiful. She's brilliant.
In her glory I bask.
I am blessed.
