"Do you think that my feelings don't matter/Or your cheatin' or hurtful remarks?" - Dolly Parton, Dagger Through the Heart (Being Michelle)
So, what's the shelf life on secrets? What if no one says directly, "Keep this between you and me," but you know that it's private and personal? One month, six months, a year, never?
What if it just slips out in conversation? What if you assume that others must know? What if you're just bad at keeping secrets? You're good at tact. You understand how to deliver information in a way that conveys it's weight and importance You just can't contain it. You have to share the thoughts or else your head will explode.
What if you're just a fucking big mouth and it slips out because you haven't really thought about it in a while and you were in a comfortable situation and it seemed like everyone involved should've already known by now?
Sigh.
Why can't my life be like other Whodini Tracks? How about one day my life is like Freaks Come Out At Night?
Anyway, yadda yadda yadda, life is mad busy. I'm going away this weekend. Posts here will continue to be light. I am dropping reviews and such pretty regularly at time wastin', though. Look for some thoughts on Interview magazine and the quandary that Northern State's Dying in Stereo EP presents for me there soon. Maybe even today if I decide to procrastinate the afternoon away.
Blog Notes - Michelle's new clothes are choice. I love the way Dangerous Meta parses news. George continues to be one kick-ass negro human.