the nice guy curse, and damn is it a bitch
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Life

This goes out to the Nice Guys who don't get reconized who
get shit on.. Who get left in the dust.. Guy you know who you
are and which side you are on.. For most of the guys who do
not fall under this Curse Most of you are a Waist of air..
Females should be worshiped not worthless and used and
thrown around the way ya'll do.. This is for the guy that has
never taken advantage of any situation. The guy that will do
almost anything for the females in thier life. This is the guy
that everyone knows but no one reconizes. This curse effects
a VERY Select few. Some may say they have


The Nice Guy Curse


One of my friends sent this to me cuz i have the nice guy curse so i
thought i would share it with the rest of you.


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 girls 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 theyre 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 dont 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 shouldnt worry
about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree
youd ever orchestrated in Halo2 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 didnt 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
were just friends! And even though you were invited purely as
a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because
youre nice like that.



The nice guys dont often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps
more disturbing, the nice guys dont seem to get laid as often as they
should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I cant.
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, hes too nice to date or he would be a good
boyfriend but hes not for me or he already puts up with so much
from me, I couldnt 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 cant figure out why the connection breaks down
between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (Im
going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do,
is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesnt
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 youre 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
acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have
credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is
coming.



Repost this if you're a nice guy YOU KNOW who you are
DO NOT REPOST IF YOU ARE NOT.. We Know our
own kind!!

This curse effects a VERY Select few. Some may say they have
the good guy curse but many do not the trick is to figure out
which do and which don't.. Lets just say this that outta all my
friends I know of 1 MAYBE 2 that may be one of these Select few

Girls Repost if you're lookin for this/or appreciate these guys
or feel free to message any of us if you wish to meet us..

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As I Sat Sadly By Her Side
Current mood: confused
Category: Music

see a pattern with this yet

video

As I sat sadly by her side
At the window, through the glass
She stroked a kitten in her lap
And we watched the world as it fell past
Softly she spoke these words to me
And with brand new eyes, open wide
We pressed our faces to the glass
As I sat sadly by her side

She said, "Father, mother, sister, brother,
Uncle, aunt, nephew, niece,
Soldier, sailor, physician, labourer,
Actor, scientist, mechanic, priest
Earth and moon and sun and stars
Planets and comets with tails blazing
All are there forever falling
Falling lovely and amazing"

Then she smiled and turned to me
And waited for me to reply
Her hair was falling down her shoulders
As I sat sadly by her side

As I sat sadly by her side
The kitten she did gently pass
Over to me and again we pressed
Our different faces to the glass
"That may be very well", I said
"But watch the one falling in the street
See him gesture to his neighbours
See him trampled beneath their feet
All outward motion connects to nothing
For each is concerned with their immediate need
Witness the man reaching up from the gutter
See the other one stumbling on who can not see"

With trembling hand I turned toward her
And pushed the hair out of her eyes
The kitten jumped back to her lap
As I sat sadly by her side

Then she drew the curtains down
And said, "When will you ever learn
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
God has given you but one heart
You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers

And God does not care for your benevolence
Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others
Nor does he care for you to sit
At windows in judgement of the world He created
While sorrows pile up around you
Ugly, useless and over-inflated"

At which she turned her head away
Great tears leaping from her eyes
I could not wipe the smile from my face
As I sat sadly by her side

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Do You Love Me
Current mood: bummed
Category: Music

My friend inspired me to start posting songs that have meaning to me right now so here is another

video

I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
I'll love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On and endless night, silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you
She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete and small
I found God and all His devils inside her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you
She had a heartful of love and devotion
She had a mindful of tyranny and terror
Well, I try, I do, I really try
But I just err, baby, I do, I error
So come find me, my darling one
I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs
Ah, here she comes, blocking the sun
Blood running down the inside of her legs
The moon in the sky is battered and mangled
bAnd the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you
All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Do you love me?
Do you love me? Like I love you

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The Mercy Seat
Current mood: betrayed
Category: Music

video

It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Death Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

Like my good hand I
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like the moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
So I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.

My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
..Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.

And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.

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doing the right thing and hating it
Current mood: disappointed

It is amaing how your day and life can change in one second.

I went out this evening to be with my friends and listen to some live music and forget my worries about money, finding a job, trying to find love...life. 

I am walking home with my friend Curt to show him some of my video work and I see Pepper, one of the cats from next door sitting in the street. I make a comment to Curt that he will get hit doing that if he is not careful. as I am saying this I see another of the neighbors cats laying next to Pepper. Pepper looks up and sees me and runs off faster than I have ever seen him go while the other cat just lays there. I jog up as I now have a bad feeling and see that it is Cheddar and he is dead. He had been hit by a car and it had been a while. I ran into my house and got supples to take care of him and get his poor body out of the street as it was the right thing to do.

Now I have to do the hardest thing in the morning and tell her and her daughter that he is dead. I will do it without a thought as it is the right thing to do.

Why did the driver not stop? Did they not see him? Did they even realize they hit something? If it had been a kid would they have kept going anyway? Why is it so hard for anyone to do the right thing when they have made a mistake?

Currently listening : No More Shall We Part By Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds Release date: 2001-04-10

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Primus - Tweekers Jam
Current mood: rockin
Category: Music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gYu13uVL_4

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