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KinkyRose1212

:: 2008 28 December :: 8.43pm
:: Mood: Dead inside
:: Music: Lisa talking in my ear

So that was fun...
Well, I recently got back from Corey's wake. That didn't make things any more real or anything. I am totally not feeling anything. I can't type right now. I have nothing to say because my feelings are just dead.

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KinkyRose1212

:: 2008 26 December :: 3.33am
:: Mood: scared
:: Music: Modest Mouse-The View

The absolute darkest most ironic joke
I've had a near-death experience, everybody! Get it?

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KinkyRose1212

:: 2008 25 December :: 5.05am
:: Mood: blank
:: Music: ATB-Don't Stop

Oh God....just.....oh God
There's this place in my head that I'm going to, and it's just fucking bad. Everything looks like I'm tripping, and I'm definitely not. I really feel like I'm on Robotussin right now. Thank God I'm not. Anyway, in the place in my head, Corey is still alive. He and I are still holding each other, kissing each other, loving each other. I'm literally going insane. For real. I realize now that all the times I was on drugs and I wanted to go to Florida, it's not really Florida I wanted to go to. It's this place in my head where absolutely nothing is wrong. In that place, Corey and I are in Florida together. We hang out with Robert Smith sometimes. Christ. I need sleep. And professional help. This fucking sucks.

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babaloo181

:: 2008 23 December :: 8.30pm
:: Mood: frustrated
:: Music: nothing

Where can I find me one of these??
I don't believe I've come across one of these and if I have, my apologies for not noticing you and only proving this guy's argument. Anyway, what I wouldn't give to have a nice guy in my life for a change. Nice is truly underrated. I'm tired of "training" guys to treat me how I deserve to be treated. Please, let me know when the mature, selfless, giving guys will start showing up in my life. Cuz I sure as hell can't wait.

Ode to the Nice Guys

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing "serious" between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that.

The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as "oh, he's too nice to date" or "he would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me" or "he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't possibly ask him out!" or the most frustrating of all: "no, it would ruin our friendship." Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I'm going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you're sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgment, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

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KinkyRose1212

:: 2008 22 December :: 12.44pm
:: Mood: blank

Oh....my.....God.....
Corey Hafford.......I love him SO fucking much........dead..........October 22, 1989--December 21, 2008. 19 years old.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2006 26 June :: 8.21am
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: Coldplay-Viva la Vida

I went for a walk around the block to buy cigarettes, and at one point, it occurred to me how alone I am. I mean, it's not like I don't have friends, but I don't see them enough. I'm almost glad enough not to have a boyfriend, but I still really want one. But I have a feeling that I won't get one until I learn how to be okay by myself. And that's hard to do when you are surrounded by guys that you'd like to be with, who would be with you (maybe) if they weren't leaving for the navy/ already sort of with someone or if they weren't five years younger than you. Or 24 years older than you. I need to find someone right in the middle. I know one person who I would like to go out with, but I don't think he feels that way about me, and besides that, I don't feel like I'm worthy. But he's not a god, either. We're all just human. And damn it, I am JUST AS GOOD as everybody else! But when I'm around guys, I turn into this little, pathetic person who can't think for herself. I hate that. AND I FUCKING WISH MYSPACE WAS WORKING!!! OR AIM, GOD DAMN IT!!! I wouldn't even be typing this right now if they were working. I'm trying to decide if I dare to call Ryan or not. He hasn't called me since I sent him that MySpace message saying that I was scared to call him, so probably he thinks we should give it a rest for now, too. It's like, I know that I can do better than the idiots I hang around with, but since they're the only exposure I have to guys right now, and since I like them, and since they seem to like me, too, I just think, why not? But now I am realizing the answer. I'll tell you exactly why not, and I'm not trying to sound conceited, it's just that I never feel good about myself. The reason is that I am fucking amazing and they could never give me what I need. Well, Ryan could, but he's too young, so he doesn't count. I must find the mystery man who can make my dreams come true. ~sigh~ Life never really gets any easier, does it? It's just one long upward climb and the only time you get to kind of relax is when you're too old to do anything. This sucks. It's really depressing. But hey, now at least I know why people have substance abuse problems. That's not the only reason, but it's like, my problem isn't any drug in particular. I'm not addicted to cough pills, pot, lsd, shrooms, cocaine, heroine, or alcohol. I'm addicted to feeling something different than the normal every day bullshit. That's what it is. I really may go to Narcotics Anonymous. Maybe I could find a new boyfriend there. And I am 100% serious when I say that.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2008 12 December :: 2.07pm
:: Mood: creative
:: Music: Coldplay- Viva la Vida

Winter
Last night was all ice rain and tree limbs freezing and falling off. It's pretty cool, but I kept waking up last night and it was pretty scary hearing " crack, crack.....BOOM! " I was like, Oh, God, there goes my house. But everything's fine, obviously, and it's pretty cool looking up and down the street and seeing all the ice and branches. I miss Ryan. I don't want to call him, though, because I'm not sure how his mother would handle that if she found out. She'd probably kill me. Maybe he'll call me sometime, but if not, oh well. It's just one more person I've lost that I'll have to get over. In other news, I was looking at Steve's new girlfriend's MySpace profile, and not only is she ugly as fuck, but she seems like she might be as big of a loser as he is. Maybe they will be together for a long time, have a wedding, and have the world's ugliest children. But more likely, she'll wake up one day like I did and be like, UGH! Even though I'm an ugly piece of shit, even I can do better than him! I really miss Steve. A LOT. But the only way I can see him is if I want to sacrifice MY life, and I'm not willing to do that, so I will just have to wait until I meet someone better. Someone better that I can actually be with without worrying about being arrested, I mean. And someone better who is a whole lot better, and not just better sometimes when it's convenient. I need to make a list of what I want/need in a guy.

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babaloo181

:: 2008 16 November :: 11.31pm
:: Mood: happy

He will always have my heart wrapped around his little finger.. and I've come to the conclusion that there's nothing I can do to change that. =)

I love you.

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kinkyrose1212

:: 2008 10 November :: 2.53pm
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: The Cars- It's All I Can Do

People, places, and things
Over the weekend, I hung out with Steve and this kid Ryan. He's only 15, but he seems like he's my age. We all took cough pills together Saturday and Sunday night, but it really didn't do anything for me, so I really am done with that shit, and thank God for it. Besides the fact that it's disgusting, there are better drugs out there when they're needed, and all the rest of the time, there's real, clean life, which is enough to give anyone a fucking mind trip. Anyway, I have a crush on Ryan, which I know is fucked up, but whatever. We probably would have had sex this weekend, but Steve was sort of in the way of that, which I don't really mind too much because I might have regretted it BIG TIME (even though I sincerely doubt that I would have regretted it). So maybe he and I will hang out alone some time, and maybe not. Who knows? Anyway, today I went for a walk and I ended up going the way of my old route and I spent some time at the Park. I was just swinging and listening to my music when all of a sudden it occurred to me; I was doing the EXACT same thing that I was doing FIVE YEARS ago. And then I started thinking about how since then, I had kind of gotten everything I wanted. Not everything, but a lot of things. A guy who wants to marry me and start a family with me, an older man who actually does want to sleep with me, and I've sort of become the person I've always wanted to be. And I started thinking about where getting all of these things had gotten me. NO WHERE!!! I ended up in a worse position than I ever had been before! So when they say be careful what you wish for, I guess they mean it. There's still one thing from high school that I REALLY REALLY want that I will never in a million years lay my hands on, but I'm sort of FINALLY coming to terms with that. It sucks, but what can I do? I guess that no matter how much I didn't want to believe it in my childish teenage stupor, he and I really never would have made sense as a couple. I think now we might, or we would make really good friends because I would totally poke fun at him and kick his ass (in a nice way) all the time, but some things just never will be, and everyone has to accept that. Anyhow, it was ironic that I realized all this while I was listening to the Cars song " It's All I Can Do " because one of the lines is " And once in a moment/ it all comes to you/ As soon as you get it/ You want something new " and that is TOTALLY how I was feeling. And there's another line from that song that I would like to dedicate to every man I have ever loved/ been infatuated with whatever the circumstances and that line is " When I was crazy/ I thought you were great. "

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babaloo181

:: 2008 2 November :: 11.26pm
:: Music: lil wayne

true.
"There's no such thing as a perfect soulmate. If you meet someone and you think they're perfect, you better run as fast as you can in the other direction. Cause your soulmate is the person who pushes your buttons, pisses you off on a regular basis, and makes you face your shit."

-Madonna


i watched nick and miri make a porno today lol .. and it reminded me of the difference between "fucking" and "making love". it was a sweet movie i recommend it.

night.

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