Amy Winehouse shuffled off this mortal coil last week. Boo hoo fucking hoo. She assumed room temperature from an overdose of overindulgence. Another case of someone with talent who lacks the talent for living. Whether she lacked support from friends, management or whomever, she was a death that was waiting to happen. The big surprise in all of this, is that it took so long to happen.

Face it. She doomed herself years ago with her chosen lifestyle. How many times to you continually go to rehab & celebrate getting out by getting drunk & doing hard drugs within a week of release? What is so ghoulish about her death are those who are so quick to ascend her into the martyr hall of fame, & the sudden increase of her CD sales as a result of her passing. Unless she showed extraordinary musical talent, (which was questionable) Amy was destined to be a footnote in the history of music. Another flaming star that quickly faded for whatever reason. Life is incredibly hard. It gets no better with age, which perhaps luckily, Amy Winehouse will not find out. You know. I just don,t fucking care!