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Oct 11, 2002 03:45

I feel the need to say this:

Hi, Im Kelly Osbourne *shakes hands with all of you* As you all may know im the daughter of Ozzy & Sharon Osbourne. The girl with the pink hair on the Osbournes? Thats me. Howd you guess?
My birthdays on October 27th 1984, making me 17 now and 18 in a few weeks.

I fancy this guy, his names Joshua Scott Chasez, any of you know him? Yeah hes that guy in NSYNC..The real cute one with the voice that can blow a person away? Yeah him.
He asked me out on a date a few days ago and I said yes, because I like him, and of course I was thrilled, at first we kept it on the DL. Then I told my mum and pretty soon told Nick, and other people about the date I was so excited about! So mum goes "Oh honey thats wonderful! Just as long as we meet him" that is of course if we went out. Mum didnt even care about the fact that hes 26. And hey, neither did I!

Enter someone who does: "Hi, shes 17, thats gross." *frowns* Im hurt, just because im 17 doesnt mean I cant date. I just realized...Mena gets so much shit for being with her husband and hes 20 years older than her, and look at them. She gets along with him so well.

Why didnt I just follow what people said? Why did I think of others instead of myself? On my happiness. Cause when he asked me out, I felt special. I tried too hard with everyone else, but I didnt even TRY with him and he asked me, out of nowhere and I said yes, I had liked him before but never said anything because he was with Shakira and I didnt want to seem like a major tramp by saying anything.

Last night he & I talked till 6 am, I missed work because of it. And we talked about anything and everything, we had previously met at the Teen Choice Awards, and we had talked about stuff, he had given me his number and I had given him mine and we talked through the phone for quite some time before I joined here. And we talked this morning on the phone again, and hey it was alot of fun, I hadnt gotten any sleep, he didnt either.

" Love is love, but love is also blind and you have to be careful. I mean, look at my husband. He is 20-something years older than me and we get along fine." Mena Suvari

love Pronunciation Key (lv)
n.
A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.

Sexual passion.
Sexual intercourse.
A love affair.
An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object.
A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.
An expression of one's affection: Send him my love.

A strong predilection or enthusiasm: a love of language.
The object of such an enthusiasm: The outdoors is her greatest love.
Love Mythology. Eros or Cupid.
often Love Christianity. Charity.
Sports. A zero score in tennis.

v. loved, lov·ing, loves
v. tr.
To have a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward (a person): We love our parents. I love my friends.
To have a feeling of intense desire and attraction toward (a person).
To have an intense emotional attachment to: loves his house.

To embrace or caress.
To have sexual intercourse with.
To like or desire enthusiastically: loves swimming.
Theology. To have charity for.
To thrive on; need: The cactus loves hot, dry air.

Thats what some of you have and I dont. Im not saying im in love with him..I like him, thats all, and I regret letting people take over me and feel sorry for them.
I want to be happy, let me be happy, let others be happy, regardless of who they date. Their race/color/sex/religion.

*Opens apartment window and looks out at NYC* I feel at peace right now..Thank you m__suvari I <3 you.

Take this as you want people, but from now on, im thinking for myself and if you all dont like it. *Shrugs* Nothing I can do for you, sorry.

To the Josh I talked to yesterday (And NO this isnt a sex invite so no one think that before I murder someone)...

Last time I talked to you,
you were lonely and out of place.
You were looking down on me,
lost out in space.

Laid underneath the stars,
strung out and feeling brave.
Watch the riddles glow,
watch them float away.

Down here in the atmosphere,
garbage and city lights,
you gotta save your tired soul,
you gotta save our lives.

Turn on the radio,
to find you on sattellite,
I'm waiting for the sky to fall,
I'm waiting for a sign.

All we are is all so far.

You're falling back to me,
the star that I can't see.
I know you're out there,
somewhere out there.

You're falling out of reach,
defying gravity,
I know you're out there,
somewhere out there.

Hope you remember me,
when you're homesick and need a change.
I miss your purple hair,
I miss the way you taste.

I know you'll come back someday,
on a bed of nails awake.
I'm praying that you don't burn out,
or fade away.

So tell me, where are you?
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