i feel like writing about love is a big, fat waste of time and energy. i'm definitely not in love at the moment. in fact, i couldn't be any farther from it. it's as close to me as niger, africa...which, by the way, was just deemed the worst place to live.
read into that as you may. i'm just saying.
anyway, so who needs love?
i don't. but wouldn't it be nice to be in love?
le sigh.
and, i'm sorry folks, but i must say this right here and right now: lady gaga isn't as amazing as you claim her to be (and as she certainly believes herself to be). anyone that has to make that much of a spectacle of themself in order to harness attention doesn't have the talent i believe to be actual talent. (much like madonna. is she talented? no, but does she make people mad or intrigued? yes. but so does john gosselin and i'm not going to any of his concerts either). plus, gaga really peeved me during that snl deep house dish skit (and i'm completely overlooking the fact that it was not funny at all...i mean, did they not rehearse? i was uncomfortable from the very minute i saw them together and it just got worse after that.) where she claimed that both she and madonna were pop icons. can she sing? yes. can she perform? sure. is it noteworthy? eh. is she an icon? get the flip outta my face!
really gaga?! you? an icon? get real. you had a couple of hits. so did 98 degrees.
the gays can turn on me, i don't care, i know you all created her. but you also created man capris and we all know that only europeans (gay or otherwise) can wear those nowadays and get away with it, so you're not as visionary as you think. bleep you.
herrumph.
