Ever have one of those days when you get "Caribbean Queen" stuck in your head? It's no fun.
I found out that my cousin got a bad tattoo from his MySpace account, and for some reason I told my mom. Whenever one of my cousins does something dumb, even the ones on my dad's side of the family, I end up telling my mom. Once, a cousin bought a pregnancy test from me when I worked at a pharmacy in high school. I went home straight from work to tell my mother. Another cousin used to quote gangsta rap lyrics on his profile, and I thought it was funny and showed my mom.
Anyway, I told her about the tattoo a couple of days ago, specifying not to go run tell my grandmother or anything (I mean, I don't want to look like the gossipy cousin). Tonight she calls me because she tried to join MySpace to look at the picture.
That scares me. My mother was pretty close to joining MySpace. I could care less if Rupert Murdoch owns MySpace, just as long as my mother stays far, far away from it.