The Worst Kind of Cruelty

We’ve all been in that relationship. The one we know we shouldn’t be in. The one our friends tell us to get the hell out of. The one where we feel like we’re not being valued like we should. The one where the other person doesn’t realize how fucking lucky they are to be with us. The one where we don’t realize how fucking stupid we are to be wasting our time. Because this person doesn’t really care. They may think they do and they may try to convince you but you know deep down, with every fiber of your being that they don’t. Not enough. Sometimes all it take is a look or a word and you know. When it comes to love, there is no room for indifference. Sometimes indifference is the worst kind of cruelty.

So why do we stay in the game? Because we want to win? Because we’re in love? Because we want so desperately for something to work in our lives? Because it’s an addiction? Because we like to punish ourselves? Whatever the reason. One day it happens.

We wake up and we realize that we can’t take anymore. That it’s over. That we’re out. Because we deserve so much better than indifference. Because true love is worth waiting for. And we’re not about to waste our time on anything less. Because life is too short. And we matter too much to be treated like less than perfection.

And that is the best fucking feeling in the world.

If that's the kind of love you give me,

I'd rather be alone, believe me,

If that's the way you're gonna treat me,

I'd rather walk away.

-A.S.

Melrose Place - Austin Style

Melrose Place. Lots of drama. Lots of sex. Lots of incest. Welcome to my apartment complex.

There's the nice guy who keeps stopping by and asking me out. But he's not exciting so it's not happening. But how do you say "stop dropping by to check the temp. of my refrigerator"? I have a feeling I'm not the only girl he does this too.

Then there's guy with the girlfriend who wants to be just "friends" but we all know he's hoping I make the first move. Not happening either. His girlfriend lives in the complex.

Then there's scary stalker guy who is always in the parking lot when I am and always remembers what I was wearing yesterday and who knocks on my door late and night. Freak. For sure not happening.

Oh and don’t get me started on my gay neighbor who shares a bedroom wall with me. Let’s just say, it doesn’t sound like he’s lonely….
Moral of the story? Don’t be TOO nice to your neighbors. They know where you live.

Simple Things

It's amazing what simple acts of kindness can do. I was at the grocery store today. This sweet old man let me go in front of him because I only had a couple of things. Big deal, right? Well it was to me. I thought that was the nicest thing and it totally made my day. That's what life's all about. Little things like that. People being decent to each other. It's inspiring.

Oh and I also got carded for cigarettes. I'm 25! The day I don't' get carded, I'll know I'm old and I'll flip the f out.

My Favorite Things

I heart Laguna Beach. It reminds me of going to college at Pepperdine. I was a lot like Kristen then. :) I found this great blog on LB that gives all the dirt. Check it.
http://theglitteratini.blogspot.com/2005/10/laguna-time.html

Snow Patrol. Best band. Ever. Check them out.
http://snowpatrol.amrecords.com/photos/photos.asp

I have been a fan of this show from Day 1. I hate all you posers out there who just started watching Season 2 and have rented the Season 1 DVDs to catch up. You're not true fans.
p.s. Sawyer is my boyfriend.

Okay. Seriously. Best movie ever. Anyone who doesn't think so needs to get a sense of humor. I mean c'mon Ligers, tots, pinatas shaped like bitchy girls? Classic.

Need I say more?

I Didn't Steal Your Boyfriend

Girls are bitches. I know this because I am one. A girl that is. Well maybe a little bit of the other too. There are girls out there who hate each other for no reason. I guess they have a reason; it's just a retarded one.

There are a few girls who I know hate me. Why? Some say they're jealous. Whatever. I know a lot of girls who are good looking and I don't hate them. I think they hate me because I have something they don't - confidence... and, their boyfriends. This is why the boys talk to me and not them. And this is why their boyfriends would rather be with me. :)

I didn't steal shit. I won fair and square bitches.