Flattered? No, I'm freaked out.

Gozo is a small island, we all know that. Gossiping and knowing what time your neighbour took a crap is inevitable. I do it sometimes too, rarely but it happens without me wanting it to. I'm corrupted I tells ya.


I don't really expect myself to be the centre of attention during gossip hour. I normally keep to myself and there really isn't that much to say about me, or so I suppose. Yet my poor girlfriend keeps hearing about me from her classmates. I honestly don't see how there could possibly be so much to say about me. The funny thing about it is that they go tell her something about me as if she doesn't already know. Of course she knows, why anyone would expect to know something about me before anyone else does is beyond me.

The time I shaved practically made headlines. Yes I blogged about it but no that's not what sparked such a reaction. Hell, no one reads my blog. If people did read my blog then I'd direct this entry specifically to those who keep "updating" the girls' secondary school with events of my life. Perez Hiltons, the lot of you. I've been planning to write an entry about that fat fuck for a while now by the way, stay tuned for that.

Anyway, then came my mom's pregnancy. No shit my girlfriend knew. And yes she knew the baby was born hours, even days before the people who told her found out. Oh and, get this. They told her that she became an aunt now. Because my MOM gave birth. Hmm, you might want to rethink that.

Oh did you hear? No, neither did I. Go gossip with someone else.