Buzzkill of the Day
I wish I could remember the name of the female comedian I heard tell that joke first.
Six years? *gasp* lolololol
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Five. I'm 22 in a week.
I remember when 27 sounded old and shocking.
When I was 18 I dated someone who was 25. I was so embarrassed every time I had to tell my friends how old he was. That is, up to date, my only half-serious relationship.
Some years ago I fell in love with someone who was sixteen years older than me.
Things didn't go well and there was no relationship. Only heartache for all parties.
And the loss of what could have been a great friendship.
That is the only time I have ever had my heart ripped violently out.
Every other time my heart has been broken it was a slow torturous death, that ended with nothing left but dull tired flame finally being extinguished.
I'm still not sure which method is worse.
I wouldn't know, I only experienced the second.
I can't say I recommend either, but for that matter I can't say I don't.
What is a human life lived without all the pain? A life that knows nothing of peace or truth, only mediocre stagnation and complacency.
That's exactly how I think. It'd probably be boring if everything just turned out right.
I'm 21 years older than the one I am currently not snogging.
Tuffy the Dump Truck may rarely increase the risk of a heart attack or stroke. The risk may be greater if you have heart disease or increased risk for heart disease (for example, due to smoking, family history of heart disease, or conditions such as high blood pressure or diabetes), or with longer use. Tuffy should not be taken right before or after heart bypass surgery. Also, Tuffy may infrequently cause serious (rarely fatal) bleeding from the stomach or intestines. This effect can occur without warning symptoms at any time while taking Tuffy. Older adults may be at higher risk for this effect. (See also Precautions and Drug Interactions sections.) Stop taking Tuffy and get medical help right away if you notice any of the following rare but serious side effects: bloody or black/tarry stools, persistent stomach/abdominal pain, vomit that looks like coffee grounds, chest/jaw/left arm pain, shortness of breath, unusual sweating, weakness on one side of the body, sudden vision changes, slurred speech. Ask your doctor if Tuffy is right for you.
If you fall in love with her will it then be okay to snog her?
I never talk about the above stuff, because of the brutality of it to my psyche and, other reasons.
The worst part of it all was how goddamned kind he was. Is. I should say. that is they way he is, and was. Fucking brutal.
The mass that my Dad had a biopsy on Wednesday......it's lymphoma we found out today:( No Words.
Whatever Whore!
No chance of me falling in love with her.
I'm not that stupid.
Tuffy the Dump Truck may rarely increase the risk of a heart attack or stroke. The risk may be greater if you have heart disease or increased risk for heart disease (for example, due to smoking, family history of heart disease, or conditions such as high blood pressure or diabetes), or with longer use. Tuffy should not be taken right before or after heart bypass surgery. Also, Tuffy may infrequently cause serious (rarely fatal) bleeding from the stomach or intestines. This effect can occur without warning symptoms at any time while taking Tuffy. Older adults may be at higher risk for this effect. (See also Precautions and Drug Interactions sections.) Stop taking Tuffy and get medical help right away if you notice any of the following rare but serious side effects: bloody or black/tarry stools, persistent stomach/abdominal pain, vomit that looks like coffee grounds, chest/jaw/left arm pain, shortness of breath, unusual sweating, weakness on one side of the body, sudden vision changes, slurred speech. Ask your doctor if Tuffy is right for you.
Oh, Winnie.. All the hugs.
Thanks so much Irina. I just feel like I'm in a fog, dreamlike state. I hope whenever I get a goodnights rest, I will wake up clearheaded.
Whatever Whore!
Best wishes to you and your family Winnie. Hang in there.
UUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!
Tonight, I was driving my friends back from the bars, and I felt pretty good. Had a few drinks, but I was feeling really, really sober, and I mean that. I would never drive if I had more than I knew wasn't good. I'm on campus to pick up this girl my roommate wanted to hook up with. I back up a bit on a one way to meet her at her place, and a campus cop stops me. They give me a bunch of field tests, which I pass with flying colors, and say that the breathalizer is optional, but it's the only way to make sure that I can drive my friends home. I'm pretty sure I could've passed it, but I declined due to my "political beliefs", just in case (I've taken one before, at a friend's place for fun, and it was NOT accurate, so I simply don't trust them). They let me call my brother, who was in town, to come pick us up, and I have to go pick up my car in the morning.
All cuz I backed up a few feet to pick up a person. At least they were cool about it. They knew I was sober enough, but they had to follow protocol. Austin cops are far nicer than El Paso cops, by far.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
I don't think I've ever had my heart violently ripped out. Women in my life just...go away when they are done with me. Unfriend me, and stop talking to me. It really hurts, but I eventually get over it.
Tonight, I was driving my friends back from the bars, and I felt pretty good. Had a few drinks, but I was feeling really, really sober, and I mean that. I would never drive if I had more than I knew wasn't good. I'm on campus to pick up this girl my roommate wanted to hook up with. I back up a bit on a one way to meet her at her place, and a campus cop stops me. They give me a bunch of field tests, which I pass with flying colors, and say that the breathalizer is optional, but it's the only way to make sure that I can drive my friends home. I'm pretty sure I could've passed it, but I declined due to my "political beliefs", just in case (I've taken one before, at a friend's place for fun, and it was NOT accurate, so I simply don't trust them). They let me call my brother, who was in town, to come pick us up, and I have to go pick up my car in the morning.
All cuz I backed up a few feet to pick up a person. At least they were cool about it. They knew I was sober enough, but they had to follow protocol. Austin cops are far nicer than El Paso cops, by far.
Lmao. You're like a cartoon who has a bad night every time he goes out for just "a few drinks" and tries to hook up. Every time.
I didn't try to hook up. I have a lovely girl back home. And by "a few drinks", I meant four, spread out over a three and a half hour period. And not EVERY time. The past two weeks we've been going out and having a great time every night, and this might be the first bad night.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
The weirdest thing just happened to me.
I was walking home from the tube and had just crossed the traffic lights to the top of my road and this woman that was walking about 3 metres infront of me stopped, turned around and hit me round the head with her plastic bag. It didn't hurt as I think she only had clothes in the bag, but I screamed in shock whilst everyone around just stared. I asked her what the fuck her problem was and she said nothing, so I called her a freak and she still said nothing and had this freaky vacant expression on her face. She was quite un-intimidating looking, about 5'4, under 30, black, shaved hair under a wooly hat and very dowdy charity shop clothes. A guy walking behind me on the pavement caught up and asked me if I was okay. I said I was, just that I felt really shocked and confused. He said that it was definitely the strangest thing he'd ever seen. I am glad he asked if I was okay because everyone else around didn't say anything and their eyes made me feel stupid and vulnerable. People are dicks.
So angry!
What the fuck? That woman's got issues.
paranoid bitch probably thought you followed her !
Oh my God! I'm glad you're mostly okay, Hattie. I would have rushed to your aid and loudly admonished those who didn't, for sure.
I think it's really scary that people don't do anything.
A while ago, a Dutch girl was robbed in broad daylight, in the middle of a train station. While she was screaming, hanging on to her things, and being dragged across the station, nobody did anything to help her, they all just looked at her like she was nuts. I wonder if they ever found the guy.
The worst case of that, ever.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Kitty_Genovese
edit: Actually, this is the worst.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Wang_Yue
Ugh, I remember that Wang Yue one. There was a horrible video.
Thanks, Alecia, I know you would
Unfortunately there are a lot of people in East London who only interact with their own sort.
I think I was the one that posted it here, but I forgot which thread.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
So much to cath up on,
Winnie, that sucks, Best wishes.
Irina, Love and heartbreak are all a mess. Just avoid it all together for your own sanity. Or fall madly in love with someone and have a great time heartache and all. I have been in love twice, well really in love. One ended with a wierd fizzle and now were friends. The other is still going on. Regardless its a lot of work. Tuffy has the right idea.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
Avoid it altogether? That sounds reasonable, too bad it never works. I was in love three times. Four years, one year, four years and a half...and still counting. Also various other crushes. NEVER did I get the right guy. Or I did but fucked it up and then he moved back to his hometown without even dating. Wheehoo.
that is so creepy and weird Hattie. Thankfully she stopped at just whacking you with her bag.
The Tube is a bar in Portland and Portland is full of crazy bag ladies. I can see this happening but ending a lot worse. Be happy the bag was full of clothes becuase I have seen bags filled with much worse.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
omg hattie, I'm glad there wasn't anything heavy in the bag! people are messed up.
buzzkill of the last few weeks: my husband's grandmother has been in the hospital, she had pneumonia and congestive heart failure. she also has really bad diabetes which complicates everything. she was in the ICU for about two weeks and then in a normal room for about a day until insurance/medicaid decided it didn't want to pay for her to be in the hospital anymore, so she was released last thursday. she's now in a nursing home for rehab because her legs and arms are really weak. this nursing home is about the worst place i've ever seen though. it's old and drab and most of the patients there are pretty far gone. (catatonic ladies who shout in the hallways, people drooling all over themselves, people just staring blankly). we went to visit her twice on the weekend and it depressed the hell out of me, so I can only imagine how she is feeling. despite being 89 she's actually pretty with it, besides being pretty deaf and refusing to get a hearing aid. hopefully she gets out of there soon before the place brings her down too much.
I am in a foul fucking mood today. But atleast teh kitchen is clean.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
My stepdad admitted he thinks he has a brain tumor or something and is going to go to the doctor. He probably does. He can barely drive anymore. There's another thing we're going to have to deal with. One tragedy after another.
Also had another talk with my mom. She keeps saying she wants me to go to a trade school. She basically flat out told me I'm not going to be a director or writer or really have any success in the film business so I need to just suck it up and go learn how to be a plumber or something like that.
I hate everything right now.
Also had another talk with my mom. She keeps saying she wants me to go to a trade school. She basically flat out told me I'm not going to be a director or writer or really have any success in the film business so I need to just suck it up and go learn how to be a plumber or something like that.
I hate everything right now.
Nobody in their right fuck wants to be a plumber. You'll get told that shit by counselors and managers and cops and caseworkers and everything, they'll tell you to get a trade so it's something to fall back on and you can work on your writing in your spare time and then it'll be five years later and you'll lose your soul and forget how to play video games and you'll never write and your asscrack will be hanging out and you'll have a gigantic cheeseburger gut and you'll be in someone's kitchen fixing their plumbing and the wife will go HEY BIG BOY FIX MY PIPES and you'll sad Larry sigh and tell her you're into men but you don't have time for that faggoty shit either and then you'll break down one night and go to a bar and some fat Snorlax woman will slip something into your drink and you'll end up with a kid and a Big Justin's Plumbing truck and all because your mom married some dick with brain cancer.
I wouldn't mind being a plumber. The client probably feels more humiliated than you. And there's hardly anything more inspirational than fishing a dozen yards of shit-cached dental floss out of an embarrassed fool's clogged toilet while thinking, "I gotta make my movies and get the fuck out of here."
Plumbers make damn good money. Most trades do. If you become a Fitter(A fancy plumber) you make close to 40 an hour with crazy benefits.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
Also had another talk with my mom. She keeps saying she wants me to go to a trade school. She basically flat out told me I'm not going to be a director or writer or really have any success in the film business so I need to just suck it up and go learn how to be a plumber or something like that.
I hate everything right now.
Nobody in their right fuck wants to be a plumber.
I'll not have you bad mouth Super Mario. Does that guy even plumb anything? It seems he's only a plumber because the Mushroom Kingdom is full of pipes (but no sewers?).
Man, Chuck P is going to be a couple blocks from my house and tickets go on sale in two days and are only $20.
But I don't have $20. Talk about a buzzkill!
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Oh I know the feeling. I really want to go but I dont have the money either.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
My loaner laptop from work is beautiful, awesome, and has a GIANT screen. I love it!
They surely will not let me keep it.
I can't imagine paying money for thar.
Maybe that's just me.
Tuffy the Dump Truck may rarely increase the risk of a heart attack or stroke. The risk may be greater if you have heart disease or increased risk for heart disease (for example, due to smoking, family history of heart disease, or conditions such as high blood pressure or diabetes), or with longer use. Tuffy should not be taken right before or after heart bypass surgery. Also, Tuffy may infrequently cause serious (rarely fatal) bleeding from the stomach or intestines. This effect can occur without warning symptoms at any time while taking Tuffy. Older adults may be at higher risk for this effect. (See also Precautions and Drug Interactions sections.) Stop taking Tuffy and get medical help right away if you notice any of the following rare but serious side effects: bloody or black/tarry stools, persistent stomach/abdominal pain, vomit that looks like coffee grounds, chest/jaw/left arm pain, shortness of breath, unusual sweating, weakness on one side of the body, sudden vision changes, slurred speech. Ask your doctor if Tuffy is right for you.
I like Lidia, Theres free food and drinks too. I could easily drink enough free drinks that it would be cost.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
Yeah but neither of you are gonna go out and be a plumber, which you could do, because nobody in their right fuck or not wants to be a plumber because it's boring and you have to deal with people's shit and their shit rather than just their shit.
"when I was in my 20s, I went through men like tissues. 'He's too poor! He's too fat! He's not rich enough! He only has an apartment!' Now in my 40s I'm scrounging through my trashcan - 'where's the guy who liked me too much?!"