Saturday, December 13, 2003
Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like toast
I don't mind gossip, in fact I often enjoy it. Though I sometimes put up a fuss over it and act all out of sorts, I don't even mind it when it's about me. I suppose this pertains more to gossip with a fraction of the truth rather than that of the completely fictional variety. If fictional gossip were to be believed I'd have had my fair share of threesomes by now. I really hate gossip about gossip though. I guess what I'm trying to say is I hate talking about talking. It's like the moment someone acknowledges that you're actually engaging in small talk that you realize how awful the conversation is. The last thing you want to do is acknowledge the elephant in the room. It's not that awful when someone has an opinion about something that doesn't directly affect them, but it's even worse when someone who's not directly involved has an opinion about that other someone having an opinion about something that doesn't directly affect them.
It sounds like I'm trying to explain a time paradox ("I was destined to go back in time and be my own grandfather, I swear to you if I don't sleep with this woman, I won't exist") rather than talking about some Missy Elliot inspired rant. Speaking of which, I don't care whether you think the radio sucks or not, you can't say she's not one bad mamajama.
Let's talk about ex-girlfriends,
Let's talk about our friends at work,
I'm not above gossip if it’s good
Step to me get burnt like toast
I don't mind gossip, in fact I often enjoy it. Though I sometimes put up a fuss over it and act all out of sorts, I don't even mind it when it's about me. I suppose this pertains more to gossip with a fraction of the truth rather than that of the completely fictional variety. If fictional gossip were to be believed I'd have had my fair share of threesomes by now. I really hate gossip about gossip though. I guess what I'm trying to say is I hate talking about talking. It's like the moment someone acknowledges that you're actually engaging in small talk that you realize how awful the conversation is. The last thing you want to do is acknowledge the elephant in the room. It's not that awful when someone has an opinion about something that doesn't directly affect them, but it's even worse when someone who's not directly involved has an opinion about that other someone having an opinion about something that doesn't directly affect them.
It sounds like I'm trying to explain a time paradox ("I was destined to go back in time and be my own grandfather, I swear to you if I don't sleep with this woman, I won't exist") rather than talking about some Missy Elliot inspired rant. Speaking of which, I don't care whether you think the radio sucks or not, you can't say she's not one bad mamajama.
Let's talk about ex-girlfriends,
Let's talk about our friends at work,
I'm not above gossip if it’s good
