[Parmy]

Nosey joyce is the biggest gossip I know.

Her from across the road from my past, and funnily enough, from my present as well.

Cuddled her for the first time last week.

Because she gossipped so much, I had to avoid going across to see her if I popped up this way before covid.

Bloody missed her big friendly cuddles during covid.

Shes always been a large woman, 78 now. When I cuddled her last week her back was all clammy, and her hair was all wet with sweat. Blinds on the front window still pulled to her eyesight level as she sits slumped in her seat, walking stick at the side, thinking its funny to wind me up by pretending shes about to whack me everytime ai say something innaoropriate.


Her brother died, thays why I went in to give her a cuddle.

But I dont like to gossip, so i will leave it there.

[Urban Cragou]

I once-lived with a guy who gossiped so-much it was as-if he’d implanted a surveillance/ironically-B.B.-esque camera honed-in onto absolutely-everybody in his vicinity or who’d ever said a word to him. Doing unprecedented live-feed on the whole neighbourhood (and so-on) is creepy-as-hell in any case but some gossips think their faux-charisma is enough to make you care about the private lives of people you don’t-even know: I have a hard-enough time caring about stuff like that in-connection with people I’ve known less-than 10/15 years, let-alone people I’ve never met and probably won’t ever have a reason to. I understand gossiping to friends about ‘friends’ but when either party’s a stranger (or both-are, even), it’s just like. ‘why?’ Why is so-much saliva being wasted when we don’t-even know each-other like-that?

It goes without saying I absolutely hated that particular flatmate.

[Urban Cragou]

Originally Posted by parmnion

Nosey joyce is the biggest gossip I know.

Her from across the road from my past, and funnily enough, from my present as well.

Cuddled her for the first time last week.

Because she gossipped so much, I had to avoid going across to see her if I popped up this way before covid.

Bloody missed her big friendly cuddles during covid.

Shes always been a large woman, 78 now. When I cuddled her last week her back was all clammy, and her hair was all wet with sweat. Blinds on the front window still pulled to her eyesight level as she sits slumped in her seat, walking stick at the side, thinking its funny to wind me up by pretending shes about to whack me everytime ai say something innaoropriate.


Her brother died, thays why I went in to give her a cuddle.

But I dont like to gossip, so i will leave it there.

How's nosy Joyce getting on now, parmy?