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guts and garters

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Thursday, May 30, 2002

I hate those fucking 'inspirational/spiritual/what the fuck ever' quotes.

"No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry."
This is bullshit, because if you never cry, really, you never grow. And if the person you're 'with' isn't making you grow, isn't stretching your boundaries and challenging you and keeping you moving and developing, then you're stagnating. Booooring.

"Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile."
Right, so we should be catering to the masses instead of living for ourselves? This is possibly the most demeaning thing I've heard since I read Jen's copy of 'The Rules'.

Blah.

(This essay is eating my brain. It will spit me out the other end, and I will be a broken mess. Very much looking forward to this weekend, meeting Shauny, lots of alcohol, and sleeping in. In no particular order.)

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