To quote my good friend elvisfromhell13, "Bertuzzi Bertuzzi Bertuzzi Sucks Sucks Sucks!" Anyone who questioned why I call Bertuzzi a goon shouldn't anymore after that game. Gee, so you're down a goal, so you start whaling on the other team? That doesn't work. Bad karma.
Yes, I am a mean nasty bitch, but not so mean and nasty that I can't turn around and cheer for the team that eliminated my Avs. Minnesota does not give up, and the Ducks pull victories out of thin air. This series should be great fun.
Why are conference championships often more fun than the Stanley Cup finals?
Enough hockey. I am so tired of flaky friends. Tired of being yelled at for not calling them, and then when I do call, they don't want to do anything anyway. I have more fun by myself half the time.
So I had an interesting dream last night...my first love was in it, and so was Adrien Brody. I hate those dreams where you're so sure they're real, and then while still dreaming, you realize it's a dream and struggle to get back to it, to enjoy it for a while longer. This brings me to an interesting question, though. Say you have a choice between two people. Say one of them is the person you've been in love with for years, and the other is that celebrity crush person. This sounds silly, but stay with me here. Say that love has done nothing but break your heart, and you keep trying to get over them. Say they always come back to you only to hurt you again, and that they've never been stable, held down a real job, or been capable of taking care of you (and I don't mean just financially). That other person is stable, successful, and just for the sake of argument, you have that same kind of connection with them.
That was my dream. It sounds silly but it has me thinking. Every now and then I have these kind of dreams. Every now and then I sit and wonder...if I could have that person back, would I want them? I was seeing someone once, and still talking to that person (for the sake of clarity, his name is Chris). The boy I was dating was worried that when I went home for Christmas, I would see Chris and want him back. My reply then was that I wouldn't want Chris because I had something better. But I don't know--I didn't get to see Chris, didn't have to make that choice. So who knows?
I just realized that that entire stupid movie "Sweet Home Alabama" was built on this premise. Kill me now.
I know I'm so tired of taking care of people who can't take care of me back. For the most part, I've surrounded myself with a certain kind of friend and boyfriend...the ones who call me with their problems, but don't want to hear it when I have my own. I'm tired of writing what's on my mind in a fucking online journal because I can't tell it to any of these supposed friends. I realize I do this to myself. I constantly set myself up as the supportive person, the one who will help with everything, has money when you don't, blah blah blah. Just once, I'd like to have friends who are more successful than me, who want to listen to me when I call them in tears in the middle of the night, who can lend me $20 for beer when I'm broke and want to go out. I'd like to meet a boy who doesn't have Problems, just normal problems. And until I do, I'm staying single.
Yes, I am a mean nasty bitch, but not so mean and nasty that I can't turn around and cheer for the team that eliminated my Avs. Minnesota does not give up, and the Ducks pull victories out of thin air. This series should be great fun.
Why are conference championships often more fun than the Stanley Cup finals?
Enough hockey. I am so tired of flaky friends. Tired of being yelled at for not calling them, and then when I do call, they don't want to do anything anyway. I have more fun by myself half the time.
So I had an interesting dream last night...my first love was in it, and so was Adrien Brody. I hate those dreams where you're so sure they're real, and then while still dreaming, you realize it's a dream and struggle to get back to it, to enjoy it for a while longer. This brings me to an interesting question, though. Say you have a choice between two people. Say one of them is the person you've been in love with for years, and the other is that celebrity crush person. This sounds silly, but stay with me here. Say that love has done nothing but break your heart, and you keep trying to get over them. Say they always come back to you only to hurt you again, and that they've never been stable, held down a real job, or been capable of taking care of you (and I don't mean just financially). That other person is stable, successful, and just for the sake of argument, you have that same kind of connection with them.
That was my dream. It sounds silly but it has me thinking. Every now and then I have these kind of dreams. Every now and then I sit and wonder...if I could have that person back, would I want them? I was seeing someone once, and still talking to that person (for the sake of clarity, his name is Chris). The boy I was dating was worried that when I went home for Christmas, I would see Chris and want him back. My reply then was that I wouldn't want Chris because I had something better. But I don't know--I didn't get to see Chris, didn't have to make that choice. So who knows?
I just realized that that entire stupid movie "Sweet Home Alabama" was built on this premise. Kill me now.
I know I'm so tired of taking care of people who can't take care of me back. For the most part, I've surrounded myself with a certain kind of friend and boyfriend...the ones who call me with their problems, but don't want to hear it when I have my own. I'm tired of writing what's on my mind in a fucking online journal because I can't tell it to any of these supposed friends. I realize I do this to myself. I constantly set myself up as the supportive person, the one who will help with everything, has money when you don't, blah blah blah. Just once, I'd like to have friends who are more successful than me, who want to listen to me when I call them in tears in the middle of the night, who can lend me $20 for beer when I'm broke and want to go out. I'd like to meet a boy who doesn't have Problems, just normal problems. And until I do, I'm staying single.
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melissa2:
tinfoilhalo:
Minnesota . Anaheim . OVERTIME!!!! 