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Sick as fuck. DRY HEAVE PARTY.

morange wrote:Have you ever heard of that study or something that said women are biologically compelled to find a new mate after two years? I can believe it.

all i know is that i burn them out in five to seven years.

still no word from the agency about the proofreader job. i e-mailed the agency and inquired; apparently they haven't heard anything from the employer yet.

not that this is surprising...i was sick and tired of myself by the time i was five.

My morning shit at work has been getting more and more unpleasant each day. At this point, I get in at 4:30 turn on some ovens and proceed to shit with hurricane force for ten minutes before composing myself, looking in the mirror to make sure I'm no longer sobbing, and start work.

That sounds... medically worrying.

i think its become too much for me
im suppose to be leavin tomorrow a.m.
for gettysburg for a week
the past two weeks i did everything i could
to take care of my regular peeples
put off huge job for them till i get back
all theyve all done is fist the fuck outta me
every last one of them
i just found out someone left town
went on fucking vacation and didnt pay me
im at the doctors office now
thinking i cant go to g.burg
thinking how m gonna tell my girl
thinking of throwing in the fucking towel
thinking of strangling a few peep with the towel
before i throw it wherever it gets thrown

Man, it sucks when ILFbros are having trouble, I wish I could help.
Keep pushin' on, dudes.

ILF BROOOOSSSS

morange wrote:Have you ever heard of that study or something that said women are biologically compelled to find a new mate after two years? I can believe it.

that sounds more like me to be honest but that's not the deal here

had to pull glass out of my foot this morning....for some reason there was a piece of broken glass in my bathroom. I have no idea where it came from. It was tiny, and went sorta deep. I had to get a knife and make an incision to reach it with my tweezers. I have no band aids, so I used a cotton ball and duct tape. On the bright side, I got a Cuban coffee....it was delicious.

I'm transferring colleges this term and all three of the classes that I absolutely need to take this semester are at the exact same time. So frustrating when I didn't want to transfer in the first place.

I'm also still pretty depressed despite time off and lots of different meds and counseling and I'm really not looking forward to being thrust into a campus of thousands of new people, but I feel like I don't have any other options. I wish I could just give up and turn into a rock or something so I could just watch the world and not have to worry about eating and showering and pretending to be interested in things.

i've wanted to be a cat for decades now. everybody likes an adorable kitty, and i'd be dead after less than 20 years of lifespan. beat THAT, 27 Club.

ryan summit wrote:i think its become too much for me
im suppose to be leavin tomorrow a.m.
for gettysburg for a week
the past two weeks i did everything i could
to take care of my regular peeples
put off huge job for them till i get back
all theyve all done is fist the fuck outta me
every last one of them
i just found out someone left town
went on fucking vacation and didnt pay me
im at the doctors office now
thinking i cant go to g.burg
thinking how m gonna tell my girl
thinking of throwing in the fucking towel
thinking of strangling a few peep with the towel
before i throw it wherever it gets thrown

Man last year I had both of my best friends try to ruin my life and damn near kill me in the process. One was an alcoholic that ive had to bail out numerous times when he got drunk and crashed his car. Ive picked him up three hours away before after he slammed into a lightpole in the front of someones house. He just went to sleep and i had to get the call from the 15 year old friend of his brothers that was in the passenger seat. When i got there, three hours and several hundred miles later, he refused to get up so i had to pick him up and carry him to the to my car while i called for a tow truck to get his car out of there. While i was paying for the tow he pissed himself in my back seat. As i was driving him home i stopped to get gas and asked him to pitch in, he refused and while i was inside paying bought a bunch of lortabs off some shady motherfucker in the parking lot.

Anyway last christmas he texted me asking if i wanted to come over (like i usually do every year) and repair our friendship. When i got there he and maybe ten drunk ass teenagers claimed that i owed them money and attempted to mug me. If i hadnt had a gun that night there isnt a doubt in my mind that they would have beaten me if not into a coma but to death.

A couple months ago my "best friend" in this state was at a party i was throwing and tried to kill himself. As i was prying the gun out of his hands it of course went off right in my fucking face and powderburned me pretty bad, perm. damaged my hearing in one ear and sent me flying over a rock wall down about 15 feet breaking several of my ribs and torquing the hell out of my right knee. This is in addition to four years ago where he pulled the exact same shit at my BIRTHDAY PARTY and almost shot my girlfriend at the time.


This is a pic of me taken in 2006. Wearing a 28-youth medium


This is a pic of me taken a couple weeks ago at the upstate mudrun for clit cancer or whatever bullshit i was patronizing. wearing a 40-xl



In 2010 i gained maybe 90 lbs in about 5-6 months and doctors still have no idea why. My weight fluctuates 30-40 lbs from year to year now. I have troubles breathing and tying my shoes sometimes.

Ive cut myself off from humanity almost completely save for the gym and the occasional sex which amazingly i still have quite regularly. The last five years of my life have been a fucking downward spiral that almost killed me literally several times. Fuck that shit though man. You just have to have that attitude. Im doing so well now and i know where i want to go with my life, for the first time i have all this hope and anticipation. Its all because, even as low as ive gotten, i never stopped. If i was going to go down, the world was going to have to take me out itself. And believe me it fucking tried dude. I have the stab wounds to prove it. You just have to be s stubborn bastard and realize that as much as people will tell you that you are the only one that can change this shit, you arent always the cause of it and sometimes its beyond your control. Its like being on a ship in the middle of a giant storm.....sometimes all you can do is tie yourself to something, give the storm the finger, and tell it to suck your dick while it tries to take you down.

not to undermine the positive message, but i've felt like my shit was FINALLY sorted two or three times in the last 25 years, but it always fell apart. somehow i haven't given up, but honestly i wish i had. it would have hurt less.

dubkitty wrote:not to undermine the positive message, but i've felt like my shit was FINALLY sorted two or three times in the last 25 years, but it always fell apart. somehow i haven't given up, but honestly i wish i had. it would have hurt less.

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