Just who the hell does he think he is anyway.

He has a blog. That's fine.

He updates it with news. Good.

The news is actually full of updates on other people's personal lives. Hmm.

He's gay. Fair enough.

He outs closeted gay celebrities. Okay now that's not fair.

He writes false news, saying stuff like Fidel Castro died (last year). Are you serious?

Perez Hilton is a douchebag and, just like Paris Hilton from whom he got his pseudonym (hence making the whole situation very fitting), he's an extremely overrated "celebrity" with no real talent to give him credit for. Really, how can someone live with himself after writing some gossip about someone, therefore killing that someone a little more inside. We're talking about celebrities who can lose everything when caught in one unfortunate situation on film.

And he's a two-faced cheapshot. Okay so he's gay and he feels that homosexuality should not be a taboo, and that homosexuals should be respected. Nothing wrong with that. But then he goes outing everyone like there's no tomorrow, as if it's his duty to do so. What the fuck dude, let them do whatever the hell they want. Also, he criticises others for homophobic remarks, yet when his "friends" like Paris Hilton shout racist and homophobic slurs he says nothing.

One more thing. The doodles on the pictures he posts on his blog. White writing made from MS Paint. Ooookay, suit yourself. But what's with the white "drool" coming from the corner of celebrities' mouths? Is that supposed to be- Oh God, nevermind.

Superstar wannabe.

P.S. The hate he receives in the comments after his blog entries are hilarious. Adjectives like "fat", "ugly", "dick", "douche" and "hater" are apparent favourites.

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.