I'm a gossip junkie. The rush gives me a throw-back high.
So I’m getting my equipment ready for the blog-trailing, where everyone will be riding along with me. And you, if you’re reading this blog entry.
And I happened to stumble past Perez Hilton’s blog page. His name is synonymous for gay jokes, and gossip folk who’ll stop at nothing to poke and stroke your ego until you let them rip your soul out from your rib cage. I find that very same gossip irresistible, and I never leave home without lifting some of the sweet-as-honey gossip over my head, and letting it ooze over my brain.
On the site, I read about a rumor that Zac Efron was collaborating with Lil’ Wayne to work on some "music(?)." The story seemed like the same old gossip blurb you read everyday, but when it was reported that Zac Efron said, “Wassup, my nigga,” and gave Wayne a pound, a hefty hug, and a full blown, smack on the lips, Wayne and Cash Money Millionaire, Baby type of kiss, I FREAKED.
My jaw dropped to the ground. My eyes bucked and I sensed the wide panic of my desire being fulfilled. I am a gossip junkie. The rush gives me a throw-back high. Throw-back highs make you want to go back to those days when you and your friends were having the times of your lives.
Surprisingly so, the news of this scandalous gossip story was actually fictional. O.C. Weekly, the source that uncovered the scandal, said the media was “…supposed to take it at face value.”
In actuality it was a joke, which made my gossip high nose dive and my interest became further remote. I had to travel on to the next blog, and there was a woman speaking about her dogs and shit. I don’t mean to speak nasty, but hearing her talk about those dogs are the least and lastly more uninteresting thing I could ever do. She went on and on for about five pages talking about how…
“My doggy rolls on the floor every night howling. It’s so cute. Whenever we say ‘bark’ he does it…”
I ’m thinking to myself, he’s rolling over, and howling, because he wants her to shut up. Most of the dogs lucked up and were able to avoid the camera before the flash of light temporarily blinded them. That’s another reason why the dog was turned over, about to barf instead of bark, because being blinded becomes somewhat of a nightmare when it happens consistently. I’d roll on my back and play dead to, if it would make the people I don't want to be bothered with leave me alone.
If you’d like to comment on any of these issues, don’t hesitate to travel through to tHe CoMmeNtS sEcTiOn and meet me, Trew, for further discussion.
Until the next post, much love, peace, and medicated hair grease.
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