When Gossip speaks your name...

Wow! It's amzing the rumours you hear about yourself, as it sounds like you are having more fun. You start thinking "I wish I had done that!", but then you realise, this is not me at all. Gossip is best spread by bitches; as they bitch about everything and soon one little white grows into something everyone will believe. It's almost like bacteria, once it has it's catalyst you cannot stop it. People believe what they want to and like bacteria, the only way to beat it is to fight back. Basically use the source of information to release the cure. I despise those who gossip and I never see the point as it has the worst outcome. If anyone has ever seen the film GOSSIP with Kate Hudson, James Marsden, Lena Headey - they will know that gossip never ends nicely. The film is basically - *Three college students chose a class project on Gossip and how fast it spreads, which spirals out of control*

Ever since I saw this film it gave me a shudder to think that this is what happens when you gossip; as things do get twisted. If I ever hear something about a friend or someone I know quite well, I would rather hear the truth from their mouth rather than someone else who is outside the discussion. It's amazing how many people get involved in something that really does not concern them; it's got to be a talent if you know the supposed truth. When there is a conflict between two people and they were the only ones present at the time of their social engagement, then it is only the two of them that know the real truth. If one decides to alter reality making themselves the victim of a tragedy, then they are completely pathetic. They know the truth, why should they lie? Great question with a perfect answer = they basically want attention! They thrieve on attention and when attention is all on them, they feel good. But then again the attention does not last long, as soon as the real truth rises. Sorry I said attention way to much then. But that's clearly it and I have said it before - "Wake Up and pay attention!" and this is truly what people need to do, pay attention to the reality. I'm not saying I am a saint; Hey I make mistakes, but I never talk about people behind their backs, there's just no point. Telling someone the truth is far better than lying. Just like Fletcher Reede in Liar, Liar - he lies constantly, until one it comes back to haunt him.

And lies will come back and haunt you. I say always tell the truth, it's easy to remember. Lies are just manifestions that we cannot remember the whole story of and from person to person they become different; just like gossip. I'm quite observant with people and I pay attention to what they say if it's unusual and it's amazing how many change their stories. It's the far-fetched storylines that intrigue me as I write a lot of poems and short stories, so I know how to create a fantasy and they are bullshitting the fantasy. It's funny half my ideas come from their krazy imagination; and yes crazy with a K!

Rant is nearly over, but the reason for writing about gossip, is that I have been the victim of gossip. It's not like I care as I have many friends who know the real truth about me and what I am like. You think you would be hurt by what people call you, but as you grow older, you do tend not to care. What you really do is laugh! And while typing this I am smiling and laughing, as nothing could be more funny than people thinking that what they say or do to tanish your name is fucking hilarious. Those who think that they can tanish my name, really need to think again as I have so many bullets; I am like a Lord of War of Gossip! I'm not the one who will be firing, I just have them ammo ready to sell to the higest bidder and without sounding like I'm threatening - I'm not as, as I am no creep or that horrible. If people want to talk to me I will listen and make note of everything, it's really their fault if they are too trusting to blab about everything.

Ooo I few pictures to leave you with concerning GOSSIP!

Meant to be a Unity Coffee Afternoon, but I felt like Where's Wally?

I feel, I have possessed the abilities of an alter ego. I have blended well into the background or corner of the Blue Sky Cafe. If you want to disappeared make sure you have two unique styles. This is to do with me hair. One were your hair is spiked up and the other were you have just washed your hair and cannot be arsed to do anything with it; so you pretty much look like a poet. I think it's amazing when you stare at your friends for a good few minutes and they never look in your direction; and even they do, they still DO NOT recognise you. Some people are clearly blind to everything around them or ignorant to the conception of what they see most of the time. I could have been waving at them and all they would see is the black smudge on the wall. Still waiting till he pays attention, "WAKE UP & PAY ATTENTION"; ooo makes me want to break out in song! I feel like throwing the table number at him. Oh and the table number is a small painted rock with a number on it! Some people are so friggin blind. But I disappear into the background, just by changing my hair style. I'd defo make a good report, with so many disguises.

Okay, I've had enough, I'm going over to say hi!

Liverpool with my Sister: 4th February 2010

Part One

Walked through the train station. Out into the open. Train station is freezing and I need a place to warm up; need a hot drink. I don't like Costa. Sod it do Costa; I can't it's too busy anyway. Too cold to go outside and find a cafe along the high street. Must warm up quick. Hmm let's try Upper Crust, last shot - Mocha £2.90, Croissant £1.40 - Mocha tastes crap, but it's hot - Croissant not bad. Uh, still cold! Thinking I need some jam or nutella. should have gone to Nero, they make great Mocha's and have such sweet Muffins. STILL FUCKING COLD! Need the loo, but it costs 20p, yes can you believe that it's no longer free to pee in fancy stations. Maybe if I peed myself I'd warm up, but then I'd be all wet - oooo all wet? I'm such a dirty bastard and at this time of the morning, it's not even 8am. Though maybe if I get horny, I'll get hot... or maybe not... as I do not want to be walking around Liverpool with a hardon, could you imagine the looks? Talking about sex at this time in the morning, all I need now is a Vodka before 12noon and I'm sorted. You know what really does my head in is that overhead voice at the train station; always wondered why it was a woman. Right, gonna go sit in the train station hall as it would not matter where I am as this place is too friggin cold. Observing people is better out here anyway as I can actually see more and there reactions. Really gets your creative mind going when you look at other people and there actions, plus it will get my mind off the cold.


Part Two

Jesus Christ this bench is frezzin, thought it was plastic, cause it don't feel like metal. Guy with funny walk just walked passed, though he couldn't keep his eyes off the girl with big... Oooo, hot guy... Mmmm nice ass! Whoops, got a bit distracted there. OMG! Mother and daughter just walked passed with matching coats. Wow, could that guy run any gayer. Fucking hate piegons, dirty little shits. Oooo, some cool video game on screen! Wow, shitloads of people just got off the train and still no Louise. They could do with massive heaters in a station like this... Oooo nice coat, Lou would like it, but it's purple, she likes anything purple! I hate guys with... another cute guy, nice eyes... right were was I? I hate guys with skinny jeans, okay I'm jealous cause I can't wear them, to be honest I don't I'll be ever able to wear them - I have always had stocky legs and most likely always will! Okay, my ass has gone numb! Damn, he's HOT!!! What's wrong with me, I should come here more often. I need to looking at the policemen, they'll think I'm weird; well I am weird, but that's not the point!

Okay, five A5's in and I'm still going, writings worse and however my ass is still numb. Also shivering now, but I am at least as cold as the the air around me, so I have passed caring. Ha! Just wrote "the" twice, stuttering while writing, now that's a new one. DEAD LEG! DEAD LEG! Leaning on my leg while I write. In a bit of pain, Ah! Ah! Ah, pins and needles to the extreme!!!

Part Three

Okay change of location and this location is much warmer, you would think quieter too, but there's a rattling fridge that is annoying the shit out of me. I'm in the Women's Hospital in Liverpool; my sister has come to get her blood's done. So sitting in the "Culture Cafe" as it is called, I mean "Cafe Culture", but does it matter as either way it's not very cultural! You think they would have done the floor all one colour - "Ooops! Should have gone to SpecSavers!"

Shit! This coffee is strong and the cups are shite too and the spoons are massive! News Bulletin -*Hospital cafe cut backs on plastic tea spoons* And nevermind pregnant women, I think they're doing pregnant men here too; or Liverpool is just full of a lot of fat guys. Okay the gayest doctor has just walked in, every colour or shade of pink striped shirt, with baby pink braces and brown pants and dark brown shoes. OMG!!!

Seriously why am I drinking this coffee, at £1.17 (which I find an odd price) it's not worth it. But at least I am a lot warmer, so I can't complain; MUCH! I also thought that staff in a hospital should smile, not make patients more depressed. Though it does make me giggle, that they are so miserable even when you make the effort to make them smile. It's too quiet in here, no one is giving me anything; miserable bastards! Might go and sit in reception, so I can see more!

Part Four

Now sat in reception and much more quiet, despite the fact there are many people walking around. Like the vending machines, why did I not get a coffee from them or a hot chocolate? some guy just sat down in front of me, may sound profound, but the first thing I noticed about him was the size of his crotch! ANYWAY... I love sitting in a reception area, especially when people are loud and even though you have no clue what they are talking about it's strangely useful. Ooo, maybe I should go into reporting, I've been really observant today. Paying attention to people, objects and details that DO NOT concern me. It's amazing the things you observe about people - like you know what kind of person they are, you see a wedding band - you know they are committed, they have a weakness at the same time to protect they loved ones, they can compromise with anyone and they will argue if you bring up a healthy debate. No wedding band, they may not give a shit or be really intimidated by someones actions and also be quite clumsy. Okay, I'm being very judgemental, but you can notice a lot in a person from watching there actions and by this sum up what attributes they have.

Okay Lou's back and I'm finished writing for the day...