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you have been the one, you have been the one for me


Thursday, February 17, 2005

dont hate the player, hate the games. or more specifically, learn to play the games and quit your bitching.

when we grow up, we watch sappy movies and listen to sappy music. moms tell their sons to be nice to women, and dads throw away keys on their daughters chastity belts. we like how at the end of the movie, the pretty girl and the nerdy, but good hearted guy always always end up together and its always always the right thing and the right way to end the movie. girls cry, and guys cry inside and believe for years and years that our hearts will never lead us astray. that our hearts are pure and all knowing and work in a small enough office with our brains that they can conference whenever they need to and always come up with the right solution to every problem.

hey, even motley crue and poison sang love songs. thats not who they were and we knew that, but we liked those songs and bought those records anyway.

i dont like telling a girl that i dont want to go out when i really do, but that brings her back over to my place next week and makes her want to kiss me. i cant explain it, and frankly i dont want to. its a game, it doesnt make sense. like baseball.

so you should take love just as seriously as a game.

just do it.

posted by accident at 9:02:00 PM +