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A few years ago, I watched a movie called "Bed of Roses" that quite honestly still lives in my head rent free. Even for a romance movie, this fucking thing is written for lonely straight women and dripping with so much estrogen you might accidentally medically transition if you stand too close to it. Christian Slater sees a girl crying in her bedroom and is so heartbroken and empathetic that he sends her roses at work. He has a sad backstory about his wife dying during childbirth, the baby dying too, and then he just starts bringing people flowers because "people are always happy to see him." Upon hearing this, the woman's ovaries explode and she fetishizes her vagina being the cure of his mental disorder.

She wakes up, freshly deep dicked to find out that Christian Fucking Slater has cooked her a full breakfast, bought her a toothbrush and took her clothes to the dry cleaner. This movie is the fantasy of every straight woman in America who listens to Sixpence None the Richer and go to coffee shops in New York. The 1% who actually related to the characters on Friends not named Chandler.

Anyway. Enough of that bullshit.

You ever read Maddox's website? I discovered it in the mid 2000s and I got hooked on it. I think it influenced me to be a hating ass bitch in my teen years.

See, the majority of the MySpace era for me wasn't spent like it was for others. While people look back on that time period and go "omg my emo phase!" or whatever, for me? It was the opposite. I spent so much time shitting on emo culture back then. I was like "your music sucks, skinny jeans are ugly, my life's way harder than yours and you bitch way more than I do", etc. I had gotten some genuine heat for it at school.

At one point, I was standing outside my high school with this girl Tessa I knew, who was talking to some guy I didn't know. He mentioned me by name and said he was "getting sick of all these rants", and then Tessa was like "you're bitching about someone standing two feet away from you." And he was like "oh hey, haha" and let it go. Dickless coward!

My point is-- nowadays, people call me emo and say shit to me like "haha what is it 2008?" because any alt fashion that uses heavy makeup is automatically emo. It's my karmic punishment for being such an obnoxious cunt. Being a hater is no way to live! If you're a hater, I hate you!