Blanket Jackson

So P Diddy bought a $400,000.00 car for his kids 16th birthday, and then was upset when questioned about this decision.

I got a stereo for my 16th birthday.

I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about how amazing it would be to be born into wealth. What it would be like to have a ton of dough and have done nothing but be the winner of a genetic lotto.

I will say I am actually so consumed by this I'm actually curious to know if other people think of it as much, but feel too embarrassed to ask.

Gioconda knows about the preoccupation and gives me shit about it all the time.

"If you spent as much time working as you spent thinking about how you could get money with no effort, you would have a lot more money," she says.

This is actually untrue. I work as much as I can, and I can only make thousands, I want millions.

I know this seems shallow, I don't care. I know money can't buy happiness, but it makes everything really fucking easier.

I'm looking for easier.

The thought of entering this world with a Trust Fund waiting is appealing to everyone, I know, but for me it plays like a loop in my head.

So.. I'm thinking about it this morning I decided if I was one of Michael Jackson's children I would be Blanket, not just because he was the one Michael Jackson hung over the balcony- he does have that...

If I was Blanket I would start dance lessons yesterday.

Although I don't really believe Michael Jackson is the biological father of any of his children, and thus Blanket may not have the "Jackson DNA", with enough practice anythings possible.

Fast forward 10 years and Blanket Jackson is the winner of the new artist of the year at the Grammy's...

Editors Note: In reading over this the name Blanket Jackson seems sort of lame, so if I was Blanket Jackson I would change my name to something more mature, maybe Turbo- Turbo Jackson- I'm still working this through....

I understand if I was Blanket Jackson I would basically be an orphan, and I 'm certain the death of his father was difficult for him- but lets be honest...maybe little Blanket is better off.

Ignoring the obvious dangling him over cement many many many floors up, when your parent takes you out of the house with a mardi gras feather mask over your face more than seven times maybe he's not the BEST parent.

Still...even if I was Blanket Jackson I wouldn't need a $400,000.00 car, I would just ride around in my helicopter.