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Poetry [Jul. 3rd, 2004|04:42 am]
Maxi Rose
[mood |lonelylonely]

I'm thinking of gathering my poetry into a book and selling it through CafePress.com. I'd likely just charge a buck more than the base price of such from CafePress. I dunno. Should I bother? Here's my most recent poem to give anyone an idea of how I write:

Tiny Today

I feel very tiny today
My small, small eyes look up at the big, big moon
My tiny hands reach up
My tiny voice cannot cry the words it wants

They say all the stars look alike
Mine was different
Mine fell
I can't put it back no matter how high I jump
It was never meant for there anyway

The light fades and I see it is just like everything else
If I could come close to the other stars, they would be the same
Some just shine brighter than others
And mine does not shine at all

I look at my big hands with my big, big eyes
Has anything changed?
I know she's not a star, but just a woman
And still my voice is tiny, for the words I cannot cry
Hold me, mommy. Tell me you ALWAYS loved me...
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... [Jun. 21st, 2004|03:07 am]
Maxi Rose
[music |The hum of my computer, Kai.]

I'm in a reflective mood tonight, so I'm gonna ramble. Considering I never post to this thing really, who cares?

It was like being in a benevolent Prisoner of War camp, living at home. As long as I played by the rules, all was good. As soon as I broke a rule, or even something not a rule, anything could happen. There was always one thng that made it different. Like being allowed to lean your head out of your prison cell and smell the sweet air, see the sun, there was always Sunny's house.

For those who don't know, Sunny is a girl I met in my second home town of San Marcos, Texas, in about the sixth or seventh grade. I forget which. I don't remember much of how we fell in together, but we did. I remember my social-climbing mother allowing me to go to a party Sunny held on Halloween for her friends at a house they had in BFE (bum fuck Egypt, meaning way the hell out in the middle of nowhere). Mom was not impressed. She got even less impressed by Sunny's sister Kathy, seeming rather arrogant, and Sunny's dad spouting off political stuff the way my father does.

Trumped up hippies who think they're so great, is what my mother thought of them. Slightly better than trailer trash only because they had a house. And supposedly, they didn't bathe and they smelled. I never noticed, but maybe I'm immune to hippie smell?

I cannot describe to you the salvation, the sanctity, the haven Sunny's house was. Her dad fought with her mom, and vice versa, and lots more I certainly didn't know nor was any of my business, but I didn't feel this overwhelming cloud of anger, self-pity, and loneliness. There was common ground for each one of them, even if they argued about other things.

Sunny's father, Mack, had issues I will not go into here as it's unfit, which harmed the friendship I had with him, but let me set those things aside. He was a man who spoke to me as if he loved me as one of his own daughters. Even now, just typing this up brings loving tears to my eyes. Parts of him may not've been great, but parts of him were a father I wanted, a father he will always be in my heart. I loved him then, and love him as much now, now that I'm grown up. He would sit and talk with me for hours, he introduced me to one of my greatest musical loves, Isao Tomita, we played all kinds of card and dice games together, and opened my mind and eyes to worlds undreamed of. I even remember coming over one time to Sunny's house and she told me in a fit of heat-induced pique, "I don't feel like hanging out with you." My response was, "That's fine. I'm not here to see you. I'm here to see your dad." Was kind of funny at the time, and still is.

Sunny's mom would talk with me, but not quite as much as her dad. She was a very cool lady, and I found a kind of regalness to her with a softer charm, like a Queen who felt no need to puff up all Queenly to get her desires met or point across. I didn't get to know her as much as I'd like, and one night, got to know more of her than I wanted to! ;D She was very kind to put up with me coming over all the time to visit. I hope I repaid her kindness enough in the time I knew her.

Kathy, Sunny's sister, was the kind of woman I idolized. Surely she knew I looked up to her. She reminded me of Valeria from Conan the Barbarian, in personality. She was like a Valkyrie to me, strong, swift, keen, aloof in her ways, and alluring. Once I discovered my bisexuality, I even had a brief crush on her, but the age difference and not wanting to creep out Sunny made me back off. She also opened my mind to new ways of thinking and new worlds, but most of all, she gave me a kind of majesty to strive for. The nobility she carried herself with was magnetic, and I hoped to one day seem as noble, as regal. Was she arrogant? Hell yes! But then she was very smart and keenly involved in things that interested her, so I think that entitles her to at least some of her arrogance. She was only really rude if you just didn't understand her, and my mother certainly didn't. Her loss, not Kathy's or mine.

TURKEY! It followed me around and tried to cuddle me! It looked creepy when it was half-molting! Naked turkeys are ugly! Especially cuddly, affectionate, naked turkeys that won't stop chasing you around so they can stand next to you and lean on you in an affectionate way! I still have a feather from that turkey when it molted. Silly nostalgia, but...

Sunny! Thank you for the smile upon my face! Sunny! - Gods, I loved making her beat the crap out of me with me singing that horrid song. She hated it, and had every right to! There's not enough storage space to get into all the shitloads of fun I had with her. There's not enough storage space to describe how she made and makes me feel. She's a beautiful woman. Or I think so. I could easily date her if it wouldn't mess up the friendship and creep out Chas. (Or would it? >;D) We drove all over Austin in my hand-me-down `82 diesel Audi. We tried to pretend to my mother that she and I weren't friends so mother wouldn't go psycho on me and do unmentionable stuff to me. We giggled ourselves silly as our very gay friend, Eric Abegglen pronounced how Very Not Gay he was.

Oh gods! Gotta tell two stories to embarass Sunny and talk about the crazy fun we had. We'll go in chronological order:

I don't remember how old we were, what grade we were in, whatever. I DO know that due to my bigenderedness and love for genderbending, and Sunny's HUGE collection of Barbie crap, it wasn't hard to get a "game" of Barbie going, and to get me to play Ken. However, this was not your ordinary game of Barbies. Sunny's Barbie was like Samantha in Bewitched! She could do magic! She also had a strange uh, housemate. She was a RIOT. This was a vintage Wicked Witch of the West, from the Wizard of Oz movie, doll, except her name was MAMBA!!! No, I'm not complaining about the name. Her name was not "Mamba". It was, "MAMBA!!!" That was also the only word that poor Mamba could speak, and it served for an entire vocabulary, depending on the tone with which she repeated it. Mamba's hobbies were cleaning Barbie's house, cooking scary things, and SCARING THE BUGFUCKING JESUS OUT OF KEN.

Ken would come by, with me doing that awkward "Barbie/Ken waddle" all kids did to simulate walking, calling out, "Hi <whatever Sunny's magical Barbie was renamed to>!" Just as he awaited a cheery greeting, Mamba would jump out from nowhere, screaming her name, like some sort of mentally challenged warrior princess cry. Ken would either be scared shitless, or would outright die from fright, and Barbie would have to ressurect him! Now assuming Ken survived his greetings with Mamba, he then had to survive Barbie! You see, I wanted to simulate a happy and loving home to fill the empty void in my angst-ridden adolescent heart. Sunny just wanted to wreak havoc and mindfuck people. So Barbie would sweetly invite Ken over to the Dream House to chill, and as he was walking over in his waddlesome way, Sunny would say that Barbie used her telekenesis to teleport a keychain-sized skateboard, just the right size with real turning wheels, for Barbie or Ken, under his feet. He'd then trip and live or die, depending on Sunny's whim at the moment. Sometimes Barbie would have an "Evil Sister" doll, but considering there wasn't a "Good Sister", it was more an "Eviler Sister". This one would also go about maiming killing, or otherwise crippling Ken in mind, body and spirit. And don't forget the wonderful rusty hot tub! Nothing makes for a better Barbie hot tub than cheap, easily gettable cookie tins. For about the first three or four Barbie hot ttub parties. And then the rust sets in. And with Sunny's smarts and mischevious nature, she always had something evil explained about the rust.

And of course, her Barbies were anatomically correct, as were her Kens. Ken had a wonderfully disgusting primary-red yellow and blue Playdoh penis, and Barbie had a suitable hole drilled in her crotch for porking of said Playdoh dildo. However, Playdoh dries out in time, and the penises would sometimes fall off and get stuck inside Barbie. In time, she became a maraca. Shake her, and you could hear the numerous Warholian-colored penii rattling about inside her torso. Definately creepy.

The other story had to do with D&D. Her sister had better things to do than GM for two 14 year olds, so we were left to our own devices. When Eric moved into the neighborhood, Sunny got permission to open the pop-up camper, and we'd game inside the thing, with Sunny as the GM. She had this HY00J crush on Eric, so much so she was the stereotpyical favoring GM. I can remember numerous times having Eric tell me, "Oh, I've already got three Crowns of Power. Do you want one, Lisa?" The best moment from all of that was one time, Eric wanted to prove his character was kind and benevolent. He saw a poor beggar on the street and decided to give him 1,000 pieces of gold, or something like that, so he teleported up 10,000 feet into the air, created the pile of gold, then dropped it from that height onto the beggar, "giving" it to him. You can guess what happened when it landed on him. Eric replied with, "Well seeing as he's dead, he doesn't really need the gold anymore, does he? I'll just take it back, then." Basically, Kathy bought all of the coolest D&D supplement books with reams and reams of magical items and artefacts NOT in the DMG, and Sunny raided that for treasure for us. That was the most MUNCHKIN game I ever played in my LIFE! XD Especially the Neverending Tower of Rooms and Levels, where upon we met, and Eric enslaved and usurped all the powers of all the gods he cared about, using a special powder Sunny designed that when sprinkled on a target, drained them of their powers and gave them to the sprinkler. He then trapped the gods in a gem of life/soul-trapping so they couldn't take revenge. Hilariously stupid stuff!

There's so much more I could tell, but it'd just take too long. All I can say is, I wish I could share with all of you the magic of Sunny's house. Sounds like some retarded children's show with a crappy budget. "It's time to go to Sunny's house! Yay!"

Thank you, Sunny, for being part of the magic of my youth, and for making living a lot more worthwhile, and making every day some weird adventure worth never forgetting. I can never thank you enough for that.

And if anyone else reading this post knows Sunny, the next time you see her, either in RL or online, just out of the blue, greet her with, "MAMBA!!!", just to see what she does. XD

I love you like the sister you always were in my heart. Maybe I wasn't always your favorite friend, but you will always be special to me.

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What kind of wings are you? [Jan. 19th, 2004|12:48 am]
Maxi Rose
Your wings are DRAGON wings. Massive and
covered in scales, they shimmer with strength
and magic. They are the most obvious display of
your power - though it runs equally throughout
your heart and mind. You are uncompromising and
grave, with a profound sense of justice. You
have firm ideas about what is right and what is
wrong and set out to fix what problems you can.
You realize that you are more capable of
dealing with life and evil than most, and as
such you see it as your responsibility to
protect those who cannot defend themselves. You
have existed since antiquity and as such you
are wise far beyond your years in this
lifetime. While you strive for fairness and
peace, if someone should steal from your cave
of treasure (though not all that glitters is
gold) or compromise the happiness of you or one
who is close to you - they have signed their
death warrant. You have a mighty vengeance and
will unleash it upon such people immediately
and mercilessly. Arguing with you is
useless...you rarely back down and are known
for holding firm in your beliefs. Sometimes you
feel intensely burdened with the troubles of
others...acting as a Guardian can get so
wearisome. But you never give up...you see it
as your life's mission. Often very introverted,
you can be so smart...it's scary. Such a
combination of intelligence, creativity, power,
beauty, and magic is often intimidating to
those around you - who are also unlikely to
understand you. Arrogant, proud, overserious,
and sometimes a bit greedy or obsessed with
whatever treasure you choose to pursue...you
have enchanted people for centuries, and will
continue to do so.

*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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Getting DSL [Jan. 15th, 2004|12:56 pm]
Maxi Rose
[mood |impressedimpressed]
[music |Six Months on a Leaky Boat - Split Enz]

Had a helluva time getting Bell Sympatico DSL set up at my place. I got the modem and cords, hooked it all up, and I'd get no DSL feed. I'd call tech support, and they'd ask me all the standard questions to be sure I had followed instructions and hooked my modem up correctly.

Needless to say, by the end of it, they were still trying to say it was MY fault. They'd promise, "Just give us two days and you'll have it!" Two days would go by, and nothing. I'd call again. Same questions over and over, trying to pinpoint how it's MY fault. More promises.

And to GET to tech support is a circus! You have to dial upwards of TWENTY numbers to finally get directed through automatic voice machine, to tech support. I got so fed up with that crap, I just coded them into the autodial feature of my phone to automatically dial and pause where appropriate, to surf through the voice message menus and get me straight to tech support. :P

As well, they'd asked me the questions so many times, this is what a typical call would sound like:

Bob: Hello, thank you for choosing Bell Sympatico. This is Bob of tech support. How may I help you?
Lisa: Hi. You should have an open ticket involving my account with regard to still not having DSL piping to my modem.
Bob: Uh.. Sure. Let me, um.. check. *pause* Right. We, um, DO have an open ticket. Hum. May I ask you a few questions first? This is just to be sure you've got the modem installed properly.
Lisa: Here. The modem and phone are plugged into a splitter because I have only one phone jack, there's a filter ONLY on the phone, I'm not using a Vista 300 or 350 phone, we have proper filtering on the door security buzzer of my apartment complex, I'm using ethernet, not USB, the cord is the regulation cord your company sent with the modem, and the modem is at least a foot away from any electrical devices.
Bob: Uh... Uh... You've done this before, haven't you?
Lisa: More times than you can count.

It took nearly two weeks, and most of the time was spent trying to scare me into believing it was my fault or the fault of my building. But guess what? It WASN'T! I have DSL now through no actions of my own. They had to admit it was THEIR fault!

Go me!
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Furry snobbery [Nov. 23rd, 2003|01:42 pm]
Maxi Rose
[mood |apatheticapathetic]
[music |The Pillows - Fun Fun Fun Ok!]

On the TorFur Debates list, someone mentioned that a gathering that's fairly popular, called the Guelph Furry Breakfast, wasn't getting as many attendees. Well actually, he said someone else whined about it.

How many is too few? 20-30, apparently, since at one time, they might get 50-70 people to show up. Thanks for being arrogant, selfish, snobbish fuckers. Those 20-30 people go out of their way to drive to Guelph, unless they live in the area, and that's not good enough for you? No wonder people think TorFur is cliquish and snobby. With people like the one the guy mentioned, they ARE cliquish and snobby!
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Stupid, stupid furries [Oct. 28th, 2003|01:21 pm]
Maxi Rose
[mood |aggravatedaggravated]

Toronto, Ontario, Canada, where I live, has a thriving furry community. For those who need to know, "furries" are people who enjoy anthropomorphic animals, like Bugs Bunny, Cerebus, and others.

The Toronto Furry community, hereafter refered to as "TorFur", was once famous for its cohesiveness. I used to be a part of TorFur. We'd meet every Friday at a local community center and talk about the latest trends in "furrydom" (furry fandom), practice improvisational comedy with one of my best friends, Dronon, learn how to draw furry art with Badger, and other uplifting things. After the community center would close, we'd then all go to the Old Spaghetti Factory for dinner. Was fun!

We kept in touch and organized meets and outings via a mailing list called the TorFur mailing list. The main TorFur list was just a friendly discussion list that was PG-13 so everyone of any reasonable age could join in. We also had the TorEvents list where only event postings were to go, for those who didn't want the chatty spam of the TorFur list but didn't want to miss out on the fun parties people would plan.

Things got ugly for me when I noticed a trend on the TorFur list. Is my trend true or accurate? Needless to say, my detractors will shout a heavy NO! So let's suffice to say _I_ think it is true. The trend was that we would get people discussing non-PG-13 topics and posting direct links to furry porn art.

It came to a head when the list admin, Potoroo, was on vacation and not there to moderate the list. Someone posted a direct link to furry porn. I objected gently, at first, saying we really shouldn't be posting direct links to porn on a purported PG-13 mailing list. Well I got jumped and jumped hard. We have a contingent in TorFur who believes rules are for pussies if the rules infringe on fun. My reply was to then say if they want to post porn, remove the PG-13 rating and become an R-rated list and I'd have no problem with that. They objected.

My belief behind that? It's hard to chickenhawk if you've got no chickens to hawk. (Chickenhawks are older people who go looking for young, innocent prey to corrupt. It's usually used in reference to gay men going after younger, innocent men.) See, they wanted the right to show all the furry porn they wanted while at the same time, still attracting young people. Their excuse is that young people should be allowed to see porn if they want. My reply was that it's not about restricting what young people do, it's about not being lumped in with those freaks as a pedophile for being caught in a forum full of minors that we're showing porn to and "contributing to the delinquency of a minor", or whatever else Ontario Provincial Police (OPP) could slap on us.

The argument got ugly, and when Potoroo got back, he was not happy. He told us to take it to the Debates list, and there, people made every kind of accusation about me they could think of having to do with me being a prude (I was married at the time and enjoying a nice sex life with my ex), being a homophobe (I'm bisexual, and was at the time, as well), being anti-furry (Then why did I go to all those furry parties dressed in a fursuit (furry costume)?), and anything else they could come up with. I decided at that point that if breaking the law so that one could satisfy their fetish was somehow more important than having a fun, friendly, and clean social group, I didn't want to be a part of it. I left TorFur, but stayed on the Events list in case I wanted to go to something, since some of my furry friends are still in it and they're nice, as well as the Debates list to see what sort of arguments would crop up after I left. I heard it was quiet for awhile after, but then something new cropped up.

A guy I know in TorFur, Allan, found out that another local furry does bestiality. He made two of the biggest mistakes he could make for someone who so prefers to live a peaceful and friendly life. One, he asked the fur ("fur" is short for "furry fan") in question if he did in fact have sex with animals. If you know you're not going to like the answer to a question, then don't ask it. His second mistake was coming to TorFur for advice, some of whom are people who are willing to risk breaking the law and getting all their friends in trouble for the sake of fetishes.

Needless to say, Allan got jumped on. Let me post excerpts, names removed, of some of the replies he got. I'm not responsible for any typos or grammatical errors in these excerpts:

What's the worst that happens? He(?) gets put in jail for 10 years, with his(?) name all over the news as a zoophile he'll be unable to find work and never have any dignity or privacy ever again; when he(?) drags your name, and perhaps a pile of other friends, and the furry fandom in general, through the muck, the media "confirms" that all furries are animal-abusers, making life more difficult for all of us; and the dog goes to the Humane Society, where it will put it down in three weeks when nobody wants a dog that some "sicko" had sex with repeatedly.

Boy first of all you must be very narrow minded. Did you know that quite a few years ago it was also illegal to be gay, in the 1800's and early 1900's you and your boyfriend would be tied to a stake and burned to death. For Beastiality they only just Hung you and the animal for the offence. I believe that in Canada that offence still carries a life imprisoment , allthough that has not been used since the 1960's, The last one had his dog taken away and paid a fine, he also can never own another dog.

Well I guess you never tried to force a dog to do something. I like to see you try.

Now think about it, a Dog if being hurt would scream bloody murder, Now if you continued, that dog would turn on you and bite you. When any animal is in pain and that scared they will turn and attack.

(More excerpts from this same letter)

There is no situation , except your own prejudice. God gave you a mind, so why don't you use it, Keep is open not closed. I do not know if your a gay basher or not, but it sounds like you are. Your friend is into some strange and kinky stuff, and if you can open your mind you understand thats the way he is and there is really nothing wrong with it, except it go's against the crowd.

Don't ask questions if you're not ready for the answeres. And don't punish others if you don't like what you hear.

Just let sleeping dogs lie, eh?

To the people who say a dog will always let you know if it doesn't like what you're doing, to the people who say that a dog will bite and growl at you if you are hurting it, to the people who say a dog will not allow itself to be hurt by the same person over and over again, I give you this link:



The other main argument used on poor Allan was as outlined in Illogicians: A Proposed Taxonomy

8. Argument ex terrori.
The Illogician may attempt to invoke irrational fears and beliefs known or suspected to be held by their audience. The Illogician may raise the specter of an unlikely but fearful scenario.

E.g. "Vote for this man and the streets will be filled with drug-crazed criminals."

If you tell the cops that a furry is sodomozing animals, they will want to investigate and will start a witch hunt on all furries, and the dog will be killed because nobody wants a nasty dog who has been sodomized and the sodomizer's life will be ruined FOREVER and furry fandom will have another nail in its coffin all because of YOU! Do you want the ENTIRE DESTRUCTION AND PERMANENT HUMILIATION of furry fandom on your head?

That sort of fear-mongering is sad and anti-intellectual. What sort of backward thinking says that by reporting crimes done by a member of a community, you're only serving to ruin a community, not save the life or happiness of the victim of said crime?

And to the person who openly insinuated that Allan is a gay basher, FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK. I know Allan and I know he is sweet as pie. He's not perfect, but he never means to hurt ANYBODY. That kind of argument is sick, sick, sick! Allan doesn't agree how you agree so Allan must be a vicious man. Shows what kind of small-minded bastard YOU are.

No doubt someone will be wondering my opinion on the whole argument. They probably feel I think I'm some perfect knight in shining armor on my high horse. Let me give you an example of what I did when presented with a similar situation:

I know a fur from another forum I won't name, neither the forum nor fur in question. We became good online friends. I like the guy. During the course of one conversation, it came about that he was a zoophile, bestialist, whichever term you want to use. I told him very openly and very straightforwardly, that I DO NOT condone zoophilia, bestiality, animal sex, whatever, but as I have no proof of his doings, I cannot currently turn him in. I asked him if he valued my friendship at all. He said yes. I then told him that if he truly values it, he will NEVER speak of his bestiality to me EVER AGAIN. If he ever KNOWINGLY mentioned to me AGAIN about it, I would make every effort to turn him in to whatever authorities would listen to me. He agreed and has never mentioned it to me again. We still talk and are still friendly. You see, I could not preach enough to him to change his mind, and didn't want to become some animal rights evangelist. I simply made it clear my stance on the issue.

If some people feel they have the moral right to have sex with animals, then I have the moral right to object to it, personally. As long as I'm not making an ass of myself parading around as some crusader, they have no business telling me to stop thinking as I do. I certainly don't call them small-minded because they won't have sex with dead human bodies! I don't insinuate they must be gay bashers if they think the idea of sex with dead people is wrong!

So thank you, some of TorFur membership, for reminding me rather blindingly, why I and others left the list in the first place, and for helping us see why we don't want to come back.

No, not all of TorFur are like this. Many are very nice, but enough of these types inhabit TorFur that I wind up spending more time with my fingers in my ears, my eyes shut tight, all while screaming, "LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU! LA LA LA!", than I do having lively, friendly, and clean conversations, which is what I thought the PG-13 list was for.
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New pic! [Oct. 15th, 2003|02:49 pm]
Maxi Rose
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]
[music |The Pillows - Instant Music]

Kawaii deshou?

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RANT! [Oct. 7th, 2003|11:31 pm]
Maxi Rose
[mood |frustratedfrustrated]
[music |Travelling Wilburys - Handle Me With Care]

Why is it men these days seem to demand a woman who has NO emotional problems WHATSOEVER, is PERFECTLY SANE, and requires NO comforting, handholding, or emotional investment WHATSOEVER?

Every man's personals ad I've seen seems to want a woman who is merely a statue or trophy. She requires NO emotional investment. She's just supposed to look HOT, be PETITE, cook and clean, and most of all, be a secretary and a trophy to show off how cool he is that he got himself such a hot and independent chick.

RAAR! I've got issues! I fought with my mother a lot! I got hurt badly! I was sexually assaulted by a POLICE OFFICER when I was 17 and he was 33 and he did it to me THREE TIMES! When I told my mother about it? She was disgusted that I didn't freely just GIVE him the sex! The cop never got in trouble for doing it to me and nobody cared at all! I've been in jail once! I had a very painful divorce!

But you know what? I'm pretty, I'm smart, I'm well-read, I'm funny and witty, I like to play computer/board/tabletop games, I like to discuss deep and interesting subjects, I like to learn and explore.

All you guys who say you want a pretty girl who is interesting? Well here I am! Even some of my own male friends are jerks or hypocrites, because they want a woman with NO emotional issues WHATSOEVER. They whine, "*sigh* I just want a pretty girl who is smart and interesting." HELLO. Smart, interesting, hot chick here! GOD, you guys annoy the crap out of me. You only want a woman as a plaything! The minute she requires ANY emotional investment beyond she broke a nail, you dub her some clingy psychobitch and tell all your male friends to avoid the crazy twat because she's too demanding and needy!

And if someone reads this and thinks I'm talking about them, then I guess I AM talking about you!

I DARE someone to refute this or tell me otherwise. DARE you.

I'll be waiting.
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Purity Score! [Oct. 1st, 2003|02:03 pm]
Maxi Rose
[mood |apatheticapathetic]

Your Ultimate Purity Score Is...
CategoryYour Score Average
When I think about you - or anyone - I touch myself
It takes a couple of drinks
Sex Drive 57.9%
A fool for love, but not always
Knows the other body type like a map
Gayness 37.5%
At least one weekend of ecstacy
Fucking Sick85%
Refreshingly normal
You are 50.9% pure
Average Score: 72.6%
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I 4M T3H H0TTZ0RZ! [Sep. 10th, 2003|02:27 am]
Maxi Rose
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |Jung Hwa Bun Jum (Chin2.mpg)]

And just to prove my boast about my new looks (click for full pic):

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