gossip is like chocolate, you can never get enough

I am a whore for gossip. I live it, breath it and love it. I am addicted. Celebrity, work, neighbour, whatever, I crave it. I know it’s tacky and shallow, but I don’t care. Judge me all you want. I’ll just talk about you in someone else’s blog; for serious, I probably will. (Okay, not completely true. I am a loyal friend and only talk about those that I really don’t care that much about. Friends are safe.)

Everyone I know, knows about my obsession. They feed it, they nurture it and help it blossom. My compelling need for gossip has not gone unnoticed, in fact, it’s encouraged by their own need to spill their guts. I love people. If I were to have a tattoo on my forehead (or entire body for that matter) they would still probably tell me. My boss has affectionately labeled me as “a huge gossip” to new hires. Know how I know? Gossip, of course. You’d think I’d be a little perturbed by the fact that the boss has gossiped to new hires that I am a gossip (little ironic, no?), but I’m not upset at all. I find it hilarious because as soon as you get him in a car, on a long trip somewhere he, himself, is a wealth of information!

Where am I going with this post? I don’t remember. Maybe it was just that I like gossip.

Oh, maybe this was it.

Last night I had a wine night with, MarthafreakinStewart and my dear dear friend BigAl (Is that better then CrazyEyes?) [Inside joke between us, *waves* hi girls!, because BigAl has a lazy eye when she gets tired and emotional (read: DRUNK) - my dear readers, don't you wish you could be my friend? Then I could give you a horrible nickname that only an elementary school bully would think up. And for the record, I wasn't the bully, I was picked on. Guess this is my sweet, sweet revenge.] ** MarthafreakinStewart just contacted me to inform me that we, in fact, have a lot more in common then work. I digress. She’s right. Sorry friend, I didn’t mean to degrade you to a mere work associate. Whiner. ** Anyway, back to the story.

We had wine night last night because we are huge lushes and get together to drink on a Monday night, where we tend to talk about everything and anything with work usually being the constant topic of entertainment. The only thing that ties us together, besides our love of a cheap bottle (or box) of wine. Because of the sheer stupidity of some of the people we work with (and that’s as far as I’m going with work stuff because I don’t want to be Dooce‘d.) we have had endless hours of laughter and story sharing, gossip if you will. We’re all involved in different areas of the company, leaving us with the ability to collect the information flowing from those coworkers inflicted with verbal diarrhea. We then bring it all together through one glorious night of wine; it’s truly magical thing. I am usually left awe stuck, and totally gitty once all the pieces have found their perfect little space and we’ve been able to put together the whole story. The great thing about us though: that’s where it ends; we are a conduit to each other where we talk amongst ourselves, never to share with outsiders except our husbands who really don’t give a shit anyway.

Yeah, not sure if that’s where I was going either. Totally sucks to lose your train of thought mid entry. Don’t you have that!?

Do you gossip? Are you a fanatic like myself? Do people tend to off load in your lap too? Tell me about it Gossip my lovelies!

Oh, and by the way, I forgot AGAIN today. Luckily I now have my new not-so-slutty-smell in my desk drawer!

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