This is Life...deal with it

I was just reading my best friends LJ, which is sometimes the only way to get into her pretty little mind.

She has recently broken up with her boyfriend. Now, said boyfriend and I never got along. I don't know what his reasons were, but I had my own. This broke up our friendship a bit, understandably. I hardly ever said a word. Even the times he was disrespectful in my own home, I hardly said a word.

Now, I see in her journal a comment from him. She is expressing her unhappiness with the breakup, and mentions that I agree what he did was wrong (it was).

He says "I don't care what Suzie says-- don't even get me started on her. She must be thrilled"

Fuck you, Pete. Congratulations, you have made me hate you even more. Here's a newsflash for you. We're not all as selfish as you. I want her to be happy. If being happy is being with you, then that's how it's going to be. I was NOT thrilled with the breakup, because although it got your smug, arrogant face out of my house, it made her sad. I love her. I don't want to see her sad. I held back the entire time you dated. Anyone else, I would have torn to shreds. That's respect, and that's what happens when you care for someone.

You have a lot to learn, little boy.

This a tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives only to have them come running back for more. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds."

This is for the girls who have been in love, and have been hurt, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not into her, he's just not looking to be tied down. This is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone. This is for the girls who have endured outing after outing with him, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

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Then copy & paste this in your journal so that I may leave a word about you.

I have recently become friends again with my dearest friend from high school...which is totally awesome. Have also seen a few other people that I was close to in HS....it was lots of fun. And just today, I got a post in my LJ from yet ANOTHER old friend. So, now, I'll go respond to that.

I'm glad y'all don't think I'm some sort of evil bitch anymore. ^_^

If one more person asks me if I am ready for the hurricane, I'm sending them on the first raft to Cuba to see what a hurricane is really like. I live in Naples. Dennis is not coming here-- we are going to get winds and rain. We are used to winds and rain. I don't have to prepare for winds and rain. I don't have to buy all the water and canned food in naples and extract all the money from my bank account for winds and rain. The *only* thing I'm worried about is my lake overflowing, and if that happens, I'll just have a very wet lanaii.

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When you first start dating someone, do you usually feel instant chemistry, or does it sometimes take a while to spark?

For me, it's always been an instantaneous, intense chemistry
immediately with anyone I've dated. But recently, I've met a guy who is
everything I've been looking for-- funny, smart, witty, absolutely
adores me, ambitious-- and although I think he's attractive, I am not
getting the "butterflies in the tummy" feeling I have in the past.

Do those feelings sometimes grow for you? Perhaps this is the way it's
supposed to be--

Why don't people understand that you can like a certain type of music, and like a certain style of dress, and that those two things are completely unrelated? I can listen to "gothy" type music, and not dress like a walking hot topic ad. I can listen to ICP and not dress like a homeless person. I can also, if I damn well please, listen to Britney Spears and not dress like a two dollar hooker. It sounds so ignorant everytime someone says to me, "You don't look like someone who would listen to __________". Music is not about image. I listen to so many different genres and artists, if I sought approval for music taste, I'd never talk to a human being again. I listen to shit that is not on the radio, I listen to shit that is. I listen to things that no one I know has ever heard of. I listen to things that my little sister likes. What I don't listen to is anything for approval-- and I will gladly admit that I have Britney Spears' greatest hits CD right up next to the Dresden Dolls and Prozzak. Why? Because sometimes, music just has to be fun....and dressing up like a two dollar hooker is all part of the fun.

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Me & Dresden.....she's so cute!

I love my new puppy. Her name is Dresden, and she's half minpin, half toy poodle. Pictures as soon as my roomate returns with her.

crazyferret wrote this MY BIRTHDAYS SUCK....

About 5 minutes ago, I got a call from Andrew to say goodbye....the phone lost reception, and we couldn't reach him again. I called the cops, she went over there. Now I wait.


If y'all pray, whether it be to God, Buddha, or Cheetos, this is the time, please.

Why would someone who you are involved with post in an online forum that they know you read that they would sleep with your best friend if given the opportunity? Sheer stupidity, genuine bad will, apathy? And why is it that as of late I have been attracting the world's biggest assholes?

Is there not one decent man left in this town?

/rant

I wish you'd take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall.

10 TRUTHS BLACK AND HISPANIC PEOPLE KNOW, BUT WHITE PEOPLE WON'T ADMIT:
1. Elvis is dead.
2. Jesus was not white.
3. Rap music is here to stay.
4. Kissing your pet is not cute or clean.
5. Skinny does not equal sexy.
6. Thomas Jefferson had black children.
7. A 5 year old child is too big for a stroller.
8. N'SYNC will never hold a candle to the Jackson 5.
9. An occasional BUTT whooping helps a child stay in line.
10. Having your children curse you out in public is not normal.

10 TRUTHS WHITE AND BLACK PEOPLE KNOW, BUT HISPANIC PEOPLE WON'T ADMIT:
1. Hickey's are not attractive.
2. Chicken is food, not a roommate.
3. Jesus is not a name for your son.
4. Your country's flag is not a car decoration.
5. Maria is a name but not for every daughter.
6. "Jump out and run" is not in any insurance policies.
7. 10 people to a car is considered too many.
8. Buttoning just the top button of your shirt is a bad fashion statement.
9. Mami and Papi can't possibly be the nickname of every person in your family.
10. Letting your children run wildly through the store is not normal.

10 TRUTHS WHITE AND HISPANIC PEOPLE KNOW, BUT BLACK

PEOPLE WON'T ADMIT:
1. O.J. did it.
2. Tupac is dead.
3. Teeth should not be decorated.
4. Weddings should start on time.
5. Your pastor doesn't know everything.
6. Jesse Jackson will never be President.
7. RED is not a Kool Aid flavor, it's a color.
8. Church does not require expensive clothes.
9. Crown Royal bags are meant to be thrown away.
10. Your rims and sound system should not be worth more than your car.