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I hate my life

I hate my course. I've hated every year of it, and every year I've told myself maybe it will get next better next year. Each year has been worse than the one before it.
I can't even just quit. I'm in massive debt. No degree means no job means I can't pay the debt off.
I hate this. I hate it so much that I can't get the will power to study. Another dull page in another dull book about a subject that bores me to the core. I'm slipping. I'm starting to fail things.
5 years ago I decided to do this course, to do this job. 5 years ago I sabotaged my life.
I've made one new friend in 5 years. I can't stand the people around me.
My partner annoys me.
I hate my life.

HAHA!!!

5 minute photoshop...
stupid bitch.
I don't care that it came out like crap... It made me smile after what the cunt fucker said to me

Let The Peace Begin

Recently my daughter and I had a terrible argument. The damnedests thing about it is that it was an argument over the internet. Regrettably, I will rant about it on the internet. Somehow I believe this will help me get past the stupidity of the issue.

Let me begin by saying that my daughter and I have always had a volatile relationship. When the situation did not proceed in the manner which she thought it should she always tried to manipulate things yo her liking. She tried all of the common techniques such as crying, bitching, moaning, refusing to do what was asked of her until you did what she wanted. Then more unconventional techniques would include, Stomping down the hallway to her PIG STY(bedroom?) and slamming the door so hard that items would fall off the walls.

I must add at this point that her mother an I have been separated and divorced since 1998 and we have tried very hard to make our children's lives good. We stayed in the same neighborhood and within only a short, five minute bicycle ride, distance from one another. This was very difficult for my ex-wife and I. We did it anyway. I guess when I gave the ex 20,000.00$ and asked her to move out and to please stay in the close area she listened. Being that close and trying to get past a divorce is and was quite difficult.

The daughter showed signs of discontent right away and unfortunately her mother tried to exploit the problems as they arose. Ex-wife tried to go the therapist rout and put the daughter on heavy anti-psychotic drugs and mass therapy in an attempt to remove the children from my custody. Unlike most Fathers I put up quite the aggressive defense. I would not let her make the children think that the best place for them was with mom because dad would be too busy chasing women around to have time for them. Quite the contrary, I have all of the time in the world for my children.

So we went the family court rout and spent enough money on lawyers to put our very talented daughter through The Berkley School of Music. The ex-wife had me arrested for domestic violence. Tried to use Hotline to remove the children from my custody using the Ex-Parte method. This woman used every possible method to remove the children from my home that she could. She was unsuccessful at every turn. This was one angry woman. Subsequently my daughter learned how to be a flaming BITCH and as she grew and became a young woman this is how she dealt with her life problems. Her mother taught her how to be the supreme BITCH.

My son would have nothing to do with the family problems and absorbed himself in Martial Arts and has become a Black Belt at the age of 15, he is 16 now. He decided to live with me on a full time basis when he was 10 yrs. old. The daughter bounced back and forth between mom and dad's homes depending which way the wind was blowing. Finally her mother had one of many physical confrontations and ex-wife called me on the telephone and informed me that Daughter could not live at her home anymore after striking her.

I took my truck over to ex-wife's house and removed daughter and her belongings which included a computer and all of the other things you could imagine. Right away the computer became an issue. She would stay up all night and play games living in the Sims World. She was 16 yrs. old at this time and I thought she needed more sleep so as to be ready for school in the morning. But we got into this unbearable routine of waking up 15 minutes before the school bus would arrive and try to make it on time. This created a type of tension in the morning which was impossible to deal with. No one could move around because she had things to do and you were in her way while trying to carry on your mellow morning routine. There was always allot of stomping around, cussing and blaming everyone for her inability to be on time. Her bedroom(PIGSTY) and shared bathroom looked like a Cat. 5 Hurricane was constantly hitting them. She would not attempt to clean these areas up. Time moves on and we, my son and I, became used to this problem. We simply learned to work around it.

My daughter graduated from High school this year. I am very proud of her. She has become quite the musician and I want her to continue to pursue music and try and find a career in that field. But after 10 yrs. the ex-wife still wont give up. She has to stir up the trouble whenever possible. I had the computer problem pretty well at hand. As a matter of fact in order to access the internet you have to have your chores somewhat up to par. Things are going along unusually well at the time and ex-wife decides to throw a crowbar right in the spokes of the wheel. She gives daughter a laptop with WY/FI. I now have no leverage to get her to help do anything around the house. Ex-wife knows this also as we had talked about how to get daughter to do anything constructive around the house.

We are very fortunate at my home to have the best neighbors that one could ask for. One of our good neighbors lets us WY/FI our internet from their router.
This is a blessing and I can't tell you what it means to me. I use the internet to further my music endeavors and stay in touch with family and friends. So daughter starts to tap into the router and access the internet any time she wants. She buys a web-cam and starts doing God only knows what with various internet entities. She has a new group of freaky friends and is up until 5-6am web-camming, asking her brother and little sister to leave the room while she did "something" on her web-cam.

Nevertheless, I took steps to have her removed from the list of computers which could access our neighbor's router. When I did this she blew up at me like I have never seen before. She said that I had ruined her life. I told her to get a job and have her own internet installed. As one could imagine this went over like a lead balloon. The part of this dilemma which I understand but just don't get is ex-wife knew damn well what she was doing when she gave her the laptop. I guess she wanted to stir up the SHIT one more time before daughter leaves for school in Asheville.

Daughter lives with mom now where she can do whatever she pleases without contributing any effort with the upkeep of the house. Mom does not give a flying turd what she does, Daughter will not speak to me and I do not know when she will. She will be leaving for school at the end of August and I do not want to part ways this way. Hopefully something will change.

Moreover, I hope that ex-wife if satisfied now. She will never get anywhere close to upsetting my son and I. We have a solid relationship. A father could not ask for a better son. He helps do anything around the house that needs doing. He can see right through his mother's paper thin facade and does not fall for any of the expensive offerings. He does not see the "Golden Carrot." He sees the love in our home and is very much a part and a giver of that love.
His little sister looks up to him with much respect. Little sister is quite pissed off at big sister for slapping dad in the face the day she moved back to mom's house. Dad and son were left to clean out a bedroom that was absolutely the nastiest mess I have ever seen.

Things change over time, I hope that Daughter will see that relationships between parents and children can be repaired. It will be tough with ex-wife constantly stirring up the crap. When daughter grows up she will see what has happened. Until then I will live my life with my other two children. The peace has already begun to ensue. It feels so different it seems surreal. I wish my Daughter good luck in her life and I want her to know that I will always love her, no matter what.

Welcome to the LoveCoaster

Hello and welcome to the....

LoveCoaster

We ask that you keep your hands and arms inside the coaster at all times, loss of limbs is a possibility and yes, the dinosaurs DO bite. If you have any loose change or you are wearing flip flops, goggles, or glasses please look three carts behind you, those are the people you will be pissing off when you go upside down during the ride. Remember if you have a weak heart, are pregnant or have back problems you shouldn't be on the LoveCoaster because you WILL get hurt. We are so sure you will get hurt on the LoveCoaster we have posted warning signs throughout the line, if you didn't already notice. You probably didn't and that is why I am making this one last call... If there aren't any serious doubts I'd like to wish everyone good luck and hopefully I'll see most of you all back here, in whatever condition you might return in.

Love is like a Rollercoaster.

You stand in line forever, anxious for your chance, watching others get on ahead of you. No cutting!

You're right there, front of the line. The biggest smile ever is plastered on your face.You've got butterflies. Your heart races. You might even jump up and down or do a little dance.

You cross the threshold, get into your cart and strap in. There might be doubts at this point. But there's no going back. There are some committment-phobes who will freak out at the last minute and ask someone to let them off the hook. You are not one of them. Yes, you are scared.... But you've heard such awesome things about this coaster... scary, yes, exciting, hells yes. But worth it? They say its better to have ridden the coaster and puked than to never have ridden the coaster at all. You want that experience, right? Of course!

About to takeoff.... coaster moves slow at first. This isn't bad at all! You say... This is... this is nice.... you are out of the station, fear is lessening, you begin to trust the coaster. Click click click. We're going up... Up up up...You can't wait to get to the top! Wonder what kind of perspective you'd have from the top....

We're here... we're on top.... its a floating feeling.. you feel on top of the world! look how high we are! No one can touch us here. Nothing matters when you're on top of the LoveCoaster. The world floats away.

Float float float....Hm... what is... what is that....up ahead... I don't know what it is.... I can't quite tell...

And before you know it...

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! What the hell! Where the fuck did that come from! That came out of nowhere! That drop! How... why.. why would they do that! My insides just scrambled themselves, I feel woozy--- That caught me offguard.... I screamed... Where is that floaty feeling....

And there are loops. And more drops. There are ups. There are downs... There are curves and bends and turns and waterfalls- yes, waterfalls, all waiting to take you down. If you return to the station after such a ride, if you're heart wasn't too weak, your back isn't broken and you haven't gone into early labor, you're lucky. Now you get to unstrap yourself and run to the nearest trash can and puke up all those scrambled insides.

But you know what?

Five minutes later, you'll be back in that line, wanting another ride, ignoring the signs like before, doing the same thing. No cutting! You say.

You just can't wait to float again. This time, will you watch for that drop? Will you hold tightly to your straps or throw your hands up, close your eyes and scream?

How many times will you ride this god forsaken thing before you've puked so much you dehydrate and hope to god the people three carts back return your loose change and flip flops and/or goggles so you can buy a drink?

Not enough.

Male Tech Support

Dear Tech Support:

Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources.

In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activity. Applications such as Poker Night 10.3 , Football 5.0 , Hunting and Fishing 7.5 , and Golfing 3.6.

I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favorite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0 , but the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0 . Please help!

Thanks,
Troubled User.....
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REPLY:
Dear Troubled User:

This is a very common problem that men complain about.

Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING !!! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 7.0 .. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed.

You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under Warnings-Alimony/Child Support . I recommend that you keep Wife 1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background application 'Yes Dear' to alleviate software augmentation.

The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE! because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway.

Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance . Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep 3.0 , Cook It 1.5 and Do Bill s 4.2 .

However, be very careful how you use these programs . Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag Nag 9.5 .. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0 !

WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3 . This application is not supported by Wife 1.0and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system!

Best of luck,
Tech Support

i hate my life.........

i hate my life so much. i have read some of the entries but nothing compares to how bad my life is . i finished studying medicine a year ago and i totally hated my freinds and life in my medical school. i hate to study anymore . i just hate it like anything.i wish i were born some 200 years ago so that i would not have to study . i wish i werent born.i am so arrogant and stupid sometimes.i have a very important exam in three days , but i havent studied a bit for it.i wish i were a painter .i am total dissapoint to my parents .they have put in their entire life savings for me to get through medical school.i have made such a big mistake in my life by studying something i am not so dedicated in.

I HATE my life!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok sooooo for everyone ho thinks their life totally sucks let me tell you my story! Where do i start, ok we will start from the age of 3. When I was 3 my mother and father got divorced, and my mother lived with her mom and step dad, who molested her as a child. He raped me and I got clamidia, then a few days after he raped me my father kid-napped me for nine months. How is that for a start?

As I grew up over the years I was raped again at the age of 13 by one of my moms friends she met on the internet, then again by another one of her friends she met at the internet when I was 16 because I couldn't tell her about when I was 13. I was again afraid to tell her this time too I didn't want her to feel tooo bad or guilty, so I just took the blame and somehow made myself think it was all my fault. I was really depressed.

Then after she kicked me out when I was 16 and I moved in with my grandparents I didn't even know I ened up living with them for 9 months. And let me tell you it was a disaster! My grandmother was a drug dealer and my grandfather was an alocholholic because he couldn't stand my grandmother. After 9 months I moved back in with my mother, and started my senior year of high school and everything was looking good.

Not long after my senior year started I found out I was pregnant, and I wasnt sure who the father was. I found out at about 4 and a half weeks I got around to telling my mom around 6 weeks. When I told her she said dont worry we will take care of it you arent going to ruin your life. I had enlisted in the Army a few months earlier, it was my life long dream to go to the Army. So she made me get an abortion, I wish I never would have but........ I was going to be homeless if I didnt comply, soooo I did.

So I had the abortion dropped out of high school and finished it out online, and went to the Army after I had fallen in love with my recrutier. He was the most amazing caring guy ever! He listened to me and liked me tooo but, it was forbidden so we didnt pursue anything. We were however really good friends. So I went to the Army and went all the way through basic but then I got hurt, so I was being discharged, during my out processing from the Army I was once again raped by one of my sgts. He drugged me and another female and raped us. How freakin awsome right? Well he didnt get in any trouble whatsoever, but you know god forbid anything good come my way.

After I got home from the Army I met the most amazing guy he was like no guy I had ever met before, and I was still in love with the recrutier but we were really good friends and had hung out a few times since I was home because now it was not forbidden, but I was never going to be anything more to him than his dirty lil secret! So I got pretty into this amazing guy I was talking to who knew all about the recrutier, and how in love I was with him. And a week and a few days later me and the recrutier got down and dirty and I told the guy I was talking to. Dumb, but I'm honest. He understood and I didnt hear from the recrutier for a month so by then I was getting pretty serious wuth the new guy. He was completly amazing.

I am pretty sure you can guess what happened, I feel in love with him. We are still together but I still have feelings for the recrutier! We have been together fr 7 months now but........... This guy is very abusive to me. I must have a tattoo on my forehead that says go ahead and hurt me! Thats all that ever happens to me.

So now just in this week I have lost my cell phone because i let my boyfriends sister use it soooo much I have an $830 phone bill, I lost my job i went to go to work at my gas station and we were out of gas so I figuerd my boss would have us close, and he did but the catch was FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!, Then I left my dog in my appartment for 3 days and my mom was supposed to watch her and take care of her and didnt so when i come home today my landlord is at my house with the police. And I knew what for, so I left and went and sat at mcdonalds till i thought it would be safe to lgo back. When I got back my dog, all 5 of her puppies and my cat were gone and there was a note on the door that I have to be out in 3 days.

So now I am told i cant leave i have to wait for the landlord and the cops to come back, which I do. And they get there and now i have to go to court on monay for animal cruelity, i am going to be homeless and not to mention jobless. Then later on today I fuond out my best friend is having a baby with my brother. WTF!? what am I supposed to do my dog is in the pound with her pups and is going to be killed on thursday because my county dog pound puts down every thursday no matter how long they have been there? What am I to Do?

So I am jobless, phoneless, carless, dogless, and HOMELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHH and I have a boyfriend that likes to beat the shit out of me and try to kill himself when I tell him I am leaving him, he is diabetic and just last week overdosed on purpose because I told him I was done with him, and he had to be rushed to the emergency room? Can you honestly tell me your life is any wosre than mine please???????????????? I bet you it is deffenitally not!!!!!!!

I feel worthless.

Sweeet I get to break the news!

Guess what? I can't believe I'm actually writing this. I don't think it has even totally sunk in our heads! My best friend of 21 years, my sugar sister, my JJ is pregnant.

I rushed over once she stopped puking and crying enough to tell me she was heading home. I made it here in record time, gripping my steering wheel the entire way, considering how many different ways might exist to castrate a man.
Because. The fucking assface thinks he can walk away scott free. He told her to have an abortion! He told her he didn't want to have anything to do with her or his child!

Scum of the earth! Liar! Hypocrite! I'm going to.....do something!! After I stop itching my mosquito bites (there are 11).

It's been about two hours since we found out. Here's a list of why we are sad:
1. She just started getting really skinny again!
2. Who will have sex with her?!
3. She can't drink at the Taylor Swift concert with me!
4. Her babeh daddy is going to IRAQ to escape her and not coming back to this state when finished.
5. Her family might possibly kill her.
6. She's only been 21 for like, a month.

Here's what we've come up with to be happy about:
1. N gets her baby fix without having a baby.
2. JJ gets to name it by herself.
3. Two words = baby. stuff.
4. JJ is excited for the tax rebate check.
5. We get to decorate the nursery!
6. N likes rubbing JJ's belly already. And listening. Mostly gas movin around tho.
7. Joanna from work is going to be piiiiiiiiiiiiiissed that JJ is stealin her thunder!! Super bonus!
8. JJ's dad has always wanted to be a grandad, even if he won't be so great at it.
9. Five generations in her family at once! (Once they get over it)
10. Gramma and Grampa will get to see the baby before they run out of time.
11. N's family = babysitters. For life!
12. Child support. "Now he payin for that layin!"

So. And that's that. I don't like the word pregnant, it is scary and somewhat vulgar and I keep telling her to shush. At least "my ego is prego" is funny. Which I keep repeating a lot.

It's not going to be all a piece of cake. But I'll tell ya what. I'm soooo gonna record the bitching and screaming in that delivery room. And I will be her lamaze coach and the godmommy and rub her belly with lots of cocoa butter. But not touching her feet, feet can't touch me. And I will buy little baby stuffs and be excited all the time.

So. Wish her luck. Wish her love. Wish her a healthy baby. And lots of child support.

I'll let you know when reality kicks in and I can stop saying "oh my god."

Oh My God.

N
<3 <3 <3

don't get engaged

So I asked my fiance to marry me in May after we'd been together for 8 months. She said yes. In only ten days she went from "Oh, I love you so much and I can't wait to have our life together. You will be such a great husband and father", to "My feelings have changed." WTF? Her parents never liked me and constantly meddled in our relationship: I am convinced that they are the ones who did this to us. I feel like I am destroyed and I wish I was dead. I did everything for her, and would have done anything for her. The day she left me I had definite thoughts of blowing my brains out all over her front yard. I'm not going to kill myself (I think), but maybe I'll wish I had down the road. The truly fucking pathetic thing about this is I still love her and want her back.
She was my first truly, truly serious relationship. I wish I had met someone else before her, so maybe I could have kept things from getting so fucked up.

HOW TO SAVE THE AIRLINES

Dump the male flight attendants. No one wanted them in the first place.
Replace all the female flight attendants with good-looking strippers! What the hell -- they don't even serve food anymore, so what's the loss?
The strippers would at least triple the alcohol sales and get a 'party atmosphere' going in the cabin. And, of course, every businessman in this country would start flying again, hoping to see naked women. Because of the tips, female flight attendants wouldn't need a salary, thus saving even more money. I suspect tips would be so good that
we could charge the women for working the plane and have them kick back 20% of the tips, with the lap dances and other 'special services'.

Muslims would be afraid to get on the planes for fear of seeing naked women. Hijackings would come to a screeching halt, and the airline industry would see record revenues.
This is definitely a win-win situation if we handle it right -- a golden opportunity to turn a liability into an asset.

Why didn't Bush think of this?

Why do I still have to do everything myself?

Sincerely,
Bill Clinton

So sad and miserable

I'm 22 years old. For 4 years now I've been stuck in my bedroom unable to anything because I've been so depressed. Since I was 16 I pushed away friends until now I have noone. I've already tried and failed, miserable I might add (obviously) to commit suicide. I'm just so unhappy. All I think I really need is a friend. If only there was one person who truely cared about me that didn't 'have to' because of blood ties...

I've been drinking.

I think it's time to go...

i cant find it, and i want a fresh!!

im a male and 18, wish i was still 16=[ i dont want to age.and i hate the desicions i have to make.
my dad died when i was 7 and my mums a drug addict who abandoned me and my older brother and younger sister one after another and left us with our nan. We all have different dads. When i was born i was shifted among lots of different people, and witnessed lots of different things, mainly drug taking, mainly by my mum. Ive never had a father or mother figure, i have my nan, buts shes brought up all her kids and is old and cant give me the love i need tbh. I started living with my nan full time at 5, i seen my dad now and again but he was an alcholic (who later reformed but then died of neamonia) well anyways as i said ive never had a mum or dad, i think this has really fucked me up. I cant get close to people, and although i always seem happy to people, im not, im always fukin depressed. i just put a permanent smile on and get on with it. Anyways im 18 now n im bi, but just want to be straight, im in sixthform but can never be bothered doing anything, totaly unmotivated!, i just dont know what i want from life, i scale the interent looking for something, i dont even know what it is, i just want to find what ever im looking for, i also want to start a fresh were no one knows me, but how can i do that with no job or money?i want to live my life not just survive, i want to be really happy and fall in love and do what i enjoy doing,(i dont even know what i like) im just fed up and i needed to get all this shit out, theres loads more but i just cba writing, i dont even know what im doing, im fuked up badly, if anyone can give me any guidance it would be great=]

sorry about the huge paragraph

T

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Why would anyone care?

Why is horseshit like this always in the news?

http://movies.msn.com/movies/article.aspx/?news=322705>1=28101&silentchk=1&

Nobody with the least bit of a life gives a rat's ass. Anyone who follows a story like this should seek help, as they are a sad, pathetic loser.

I Don't Like Harry Potter. Am I Insane?

I have yet to meet anyone who has started reading Harry Potter and not fallen in love. Except me. I pushed myself through the first 3 books, always thinking that it's got to get good eventually, but in 3 books, it never did for me. There are just too many logical inconsistencies. And no, I'm not just a fantasy hater - I'm talking about internal, logical consistencies. For those not familiar, that means it has to make sense within the rules that the author has set up for their world. From my experience, most things in Harry Potter don't happen because they make sense. They happen because it'll keep up suspense or create a conflict. My suite mates are watching a Harry Potter film (one I've already seen - I've been forced to continue watching the films by friends) in the kitchen really loudly and I can hear all the dialog. In this film, the ministry has apparently gone insane. I don't understand why. I tried to think about it from the author's point of view and here's the only thinking that makes sense to me:

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Author: "Ok, how about we create conflict this time by suddenly making the ministry act crazy?"

Reason: "Why is the ministry acting crazy?"

Author: "Umm...because they're in denial about Voldemorte coming back."

Reason: "They're in denial? The whole ministry? Why? Wouldn't it be best for them to address the problem?"

Author: "Sure, that'd be best, but they're scared, so they don't want to face it."

Reason: "So the entire ministry just unanimously decided to bury their heads in the sand, pretend the problem doesn't exist, and tell anyone who says otherwise to shut up? EVERYONE elected to the government? And they're doing this because fear has made them all insane? And when they're insane, they apparently act like 4-year-olds? But EVERYONE ELSE is still sane? People don't even react that way to fear. If I'm afraid of the dark, I don't try to convince myself and the rest of the world that the dark doesn't exist. Can you think of one historical example where a government has acted this way in a similar situation?"

Author: "Hey...shut up! It makes sense, ok?! IT MAKES SENSE!!"

Reason: "I can see you put a lot of yourself in your work."

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Now, my girlfriend tried pointing out to me that there has been a historical example of this: the USA ignoring WWII for a long time. However, for anyone else with the same idea, that situation is completely different. First of all, I believe the USA actually did help supply at least Britain before intervening themselves (but not completely sure). Second of all, the USA didn't deny the existence of WWII and try to silence anyone who said otherwise. They knew WWII existed but wasn't happening in the USA. It was happening in Europe. They didn't want to devote unnecessary resources to something that Europe might be able to resolve internally. The threat was recognized and calculated to not be worth the risk and resources at that time.

Also, for anyone who might want to accuse me of not liking Harry Potter because I don't find magic logical, don't waste your time. I have no problem with the magic part of Harry Potter. It's mostly the decisions and actions of the characters. I do like other fantasy - books, shows, and movies. And hey, some logical inconsistency I can deal with - like almost all planets inexplicably speaking English in Stargate. I understand that they need an easy way to communicate with other peoples without it being cumbersome. Personally, I would have preferred that they found some technology or something early on that would do the translating for them somehow - like Star Trek, Farscape, and or even Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. But that little thing I can deal with to enjoy an otherwise fairly consistent show (at least until they apparently stopped worrying about that - ugh, and don't even get me started on Stargate Atlantis nowadays).

SO, am I crazy? Or does Harry Potter really make no sense even within itself?

Delicious!

http://www.edibleanus.com/

The incredible edible anus.. Yum!

Hope this brightens the darkness of all the whores and emos on here, just a bit of yummy brown poo-hole to make you smile with dark stains on your face.

Hurray to the klanless Anonyblog!

It's been a while without irritating klan nonesense shit, cheers to that!

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

I can't stand how some people have everything handed to them based on the finances of their families, and I really cannot stand that they're my best friends.

our lives are so different. we are so different. i am so jealous.

OMFG!!!!!

i am so stressed out right now!!!!
i am a mother of 4 kids ages 14 to 10, been married for 13 years and days away from my 32nd birthday. we are late on our mortgag payment, our air conditioner quit working several days ago, we just got it fixed yesterday and had 1 whole day of air then today i realised the air was not blowing cool... hubby is going to get dive certified we were all supposed to go with him out of town for a fun filled weekend at a wonderful 3 bedroom lake house with boats and jet skiis, but then they changed plans (the dive shop) and now are going to another location that we cannot all go to, so the kids are all pretty upset about it and now we are stuck in a house with no A/C, dont really have the money to fix it... dont really have the money for dad to go on his camping/ diving trip, behind on mortgage payment... i think i am going to lose my mind!!!

I think I'm feeling better...

So, I emailed my family a few nights ago about moving, and they seemed really excited. I was sitting here only a few days ago crying and worried they would reject me. It's an awful thought, but it's happened way too many times, and it's the first thing that comes to mind when I ask for help. I guess it's either because I'm an idiot, or they're too selfish to help others, but my family said that because they are family, of course they would welcome me back with open arms. I feel so much better. I can't wait to go back and replant my roots. It's also an awesome thing for my boyfriend too, because he's already met them last Christmas, and everyone welcomed him. He just fit right in, just like puzzle piece. His life has been going down hill since his grandma died last year and his great aunt died just earlier this year. The christmas traditions have always been the same, until now, and now that he's met my family and made that great connection, he wants to move down and live close to my family.
I'm not too worried. I think we're in a great place in our lives to do this. I just graduated, he's already done with school and we aren't tied down to a job or anything. We're still young. I know I can find a job anywhere, and schooling isn't that hard to find, it's just money and the willpower to do it.
I'm just worried, because I am only 18 (tomorrow) and I am so young. I just hope that we make it. I don't like the fact that I've been with my boyfriend for almost 2 years, and now my family accepts him just like that! *snap* I don't want them to think we're gonna get married. I'm too young to think like that. Yes, we live together, we have sex, we do the whole shabang! But it's too close to living like "husband and wife". I don't like it.
I donno. I like it. I do, but then again, I don't. I hate the idea of being tied down to someone for the rest of my life.
I love him. He's the best thing that's happened to me, and I can't imagine my life without anyone else right now, it's just when everyone see us, they always ask if we're married yet, or that we should be married, and it's hard to just ignore them.
The only thing I can try to do now is take our relationship a day at a time. We've taken our slow, even though we had sex in the first week. Hey! I figured it'd be a summer fling! But now we've been together for [almost] 2 years, and I'm having visions of wedding dresses, big diamond rings, and kids. That scares the shit outta me.
I know that I DO NOT want to get married unless I can drink.
I'm NOT having children until I'm at least 25.
And I REFUSE to even get engaged before I'm 20.
I just wish everyone else could agree with me. I'm tired of everyone expecting us to spend the rest our lives together. I'm only 18 (tomorrow) and that scares me.
I just want to move into my "adult" life and be me.

I don't know where that came from..
Whatever.
Upon other news, I'm getting a tattoo tomorrow.
Yay!

It just hit me that I'm leaving my best friend.

Last night, after we partied in celebration of the 4th, my best friend started to cry because the guy she was so in love with, the guy who she had a 40-plus year plan with, which included marriage, and a football team of children, the guy she thought was so perfect, the guy I was so jealous of, left her. But not for another girl, oh no. If he did that, she'd chop of his balls and make him eat them, but he left her for drugs. DRUGS!!! He actually called himself a "drug lord". How sad...
This recently happened a few months ago, but what caused her to cry was that he had just contacted her, saying it wasn't ridiculous to still be friends, and he thought it should be ok to still talk. I disagree. If you love someone, you can't just "be friends". I told her "If you keep on talking to him, you'll never get over him." But she kept on saying "It's ok that the man I love, doesn't love me back, it's ok. I'm a big girl. I can deal with this" Over and over, and with each time she said it her sobs became worse and worse.
This is my best friend, broken and sad. I could could actually see her heart shattered, broken scattered all over, pieces missing because when he held her heart the fragile glass heart, he deliberately crushed it, and when he did, shards stuck into his hands. She'll never get those parts back. They'll be with him forever, because when you hurt someone else, you hurt yourself.
I will forever hate *Bryan. I can't forgive him, I won't.
I think what hurts me the most is that I love my best friend, not like normal "BFF" love, but I would spend the rest of my life with her. Which, I'm not ashamed of, but my family would disown me, and I'd break my own boyfriend's heart. I can't do that.
I love my boyfriend, but I love her so much more, and to see that someone made this strong, beautiful, caring, independant, woman crumble strikes a cold-hearted nerve, which scares even me. She's in a million pieces, and trying to herself back together is not an easy task. I would do it but she says "I can't do the vagina thing". I've been with her before. It's not how I would have wanted it, but I want to do it again, but much differently. Just us together, no one watching, because that's just scary and wrong, but I want to hold her in my arms, tell her everything will be ok, and take my time loving each and every part of her. I want to help her feel good again. To kiss her body, slow and gracefully. To tell her what she denies, that she is beautiful, and that I love her. To hold her, and make her feel safe. I want to touch her soft body, feel the warmth of her. I want to see her pleased, and happy. Truthfully happy.
And you know what sucks the most? I'm leaving in two weeks, all the way across the U.S. for my boyfriends sake. He needs "a change of scenary" and I need to get the all rolling of starting life in the real world. But as I looked down at my sad, brokenhearted, best friend, who I'm so in love with, it hit me that I wouldn't see her. I love her so much, and I'm leaving her in this state of undeniable depression. I can't do that! I have to be here for her. I have to make her feel better, to take care of her, to mend her heart back together.
It hurts that the one I love doesn't love me back the same way, but what can I do? I'm leaving...
You can't just be friends with someone you love. It's too hard on your heart. I know this, but my heart won't listen. Neither will hers.

*Names changed for privacy reasons.

my moment of insight

man. this was really not pretty. I am not drunk. Anymore.

so the top post from earlier this week was about having an insight about yourself and i had one tonight. It happened while i sat on my bed with my garbage can and got sick. SICK. Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccck.

so i had just sent his EXCELlency and excellent drunk email that im going to read tomorrow and try and figure out what I was telling him. then the woozy hit me and then the whole garbage can ordeal.

okay so my head's in the can and i realize it: I am unbelievably drunk and sick. And I'm drinking because....? because i was pissed off, dissappointed, frustrated, exhasperated, a lot of "ed" words. anyways.

idk. it's all just one big circle. i find something to make me happy, get too excited about whatever or whoever it is, get my hopes up, and either get let down right away or have a bit of happy before being let down again. i guess this is just life. and im not complaining right now and not depressed either just realizing stuff the way it is.

i need to never, ever drink again just because i'm pissed off.

so it's like just a bit shy of 4am and i'm going to try and sleep some of this off now. wish me luck anonyblog.

you're welcome for too much information.

N

oh and happy frickin fourth of july, united states. sheesh.

What to do now?

I have lists that I make all the time. I never do half of them, I never do them in order, and I can't seem to motivate myslef to do them. So, why do I make them? I do not know. I just graduated and I don't know what to do with myself. Depression sets in, because I no longer have that routine of 2 and a half months of summers and 9 and a half months of slavery. I thought I'd be happy. No more stupid drama, and immature boys to chase and trip each other during lunch, or even the most hated teachers but, yet, I'm sitting here, my phone lost, writing thank you cards for those who sent money, and I'm sad. I turn 18 next week. Yippie, I still can't drink, but I can swim in the all the pornos and didlos or even cigs I want. I'll get a tattoo, which everyone, except for my aunts, will love and I'll cringe and try not to cry when the tattoo pen stabs my skin over and over to deposit color pigments and make a pretty picture on my ribs. I'm moving soon in hopes that I'll find myself and maybe just maybe succeed in life.

My head spills with "Things to do:" and I never do 'em....

How Goes the Battle?

Not bad.

man I feel like shit

i've lied about everything to people that mean everything to me. im fake. im too skinny, i don't eat right, I am losing friends left and right. I finally get a job, that I really do not want. i am tired of getting sick. I feel like shit.

All I want to do is become a pilot. it is my dream. i love the airport, i love the planes, and I love everything about flying, but my father, who used to be a fucking flight instructor has made me wait over a year for my flying to begin, and it it still hasn't. i know this sounds incredibly selfish. the only answer I can offer is that it must be part of some disorder I have. Sometimes I am filled with hate, other times I am forgiving, and I want to help everything. Maybe that is just how life makes you feel. God damnit, I don't like this. I like girls. I have sex with girls, I think about girls all the time, but then, what the fuck was I doing on those nights long ago? I have never done anything sexual with anyone other than a girl. but in my few desperate moments before everything caved in on me, i grabbed to whatever was closest to me.

fuck. what the hell am I doing here? I am sick. I am scared. I am tired. I am worried. I don't know what's going to happen to happen next and not knowing is killing me.

life truely sux

well where to start.. hummm!!! i'm 26 i have 3 wonderful children a fab boyfriend who loves me, so why am i so down all the time. i am on anti depressants i take 'em regually but still my life seems worthless. my mum has schizophrenia and my dad drinks too much and he left home when i was 7 he returned afer 6 years of pure hell for me as i said my mum is schizophrenic so i was battered and bruised most of the time, school tried to inform social services but they where as useful as a chocolate fireguard so i was left with her.. i was very close to my dad when i was small but as soon as he came home when i was 13 he realised my mum was very ill and had her sectioned at the local mental health hospital (it really was for her own good) she is now on medicaton and will be for the rest of her life and is completely stable to meet her you would never know she had schizophrenia, but anyway my dads drinking has worsened and he blames me for everything even tho i have not lived there for around 4 years. he loves me i know he does but just will not show it, i'm not sure he knows how to. i want the relationship back i used to have with him. i used to see him every weekend when he was not at home but then he lost interest when he came back to live with me and i.
when i was about 14 i started work on an urban farm as a volunteer and one of the staff took a big shine to me after about 6 months there he had gained my trust, i thought of him like a father figure i started spending more and more time with him infact i was with him every spare minuite i had, i even started wagging off school. one day he offered me a drink it was vodka and i ended up going through half a bottle then he came on to me (it felt right at the time but i now know he was taking advantage of me) i was 14 years old and he was 42 same age as my dad. i was still spending time with him and we had sex on a regular basis until i was 16 then i broke it off because i realised it was not right! he was sacked from the farm i volunteered at for trying it on with other younger girls but sadly i never wanted to belive it. i started taking drugs(pot, speed and lsd mostly) to try and forget about all the hurt and pain and feeling of loss.
when i was 17 he got back intouch with me and said he needed my help so i went round to see him (stupidly, no idea why i did) when i got there he said he had thrombosis and was in court soon as he had abused again he said "i can't do time, i'm too ill" so he went on the run. i heard he was found by the police somewhere in london, i don't know if there is any truth in the matter but it's what i heard.
after all that i met what i thought was a really nice bloke and after 3 months i fell pregnant that's when i realised he was not so nice after all he told me i was to get rid of it but i couldn't and wouldn't and i stopped taking drugs, so a couple of months before my 18th birthday i gave birth to my first son. it was the most wonderful day of my life! no feeling can ever compare to holding your new born baby. everything was going fine until about 6 months later when i found out his dad was cheating on me.
i kick him out but then got very depressed and was not looking after my baby properly, so he went to live with his dad.
i still volunteered at the farm and a few years later i met someone else who worked there and i fell in love with him. he lived with someone but kept promising to leave her but he never, anyway our realationship went on for 2 years and then i had a fling with a local chav/scally and my beautiful daughter was the result of the fling. i do not regret it for one moment she was the making of me.
my dad kicked me out of his house when she was 9months old so i went to stay in a mother and baby unit and met my current boyfriend when i was on a night out with my friend for her birthday i fell in love with him very quickly and a few months down the line i was pregnant again, everything was running smoothly, i had my beautiful daughter and my wonderful man what could pssibly go wrong i found myself saying one day? at my 20 week scan we where so excited we where desperate to see our baby and find out what sex baby was and then it happend the thing to turn everything upside down she was a beautiful little girl with a huge problem, her skull had not formed and would not survive birth so i was then made to make the hardest decision of my life. i had to terminate my pregnancy. when i gave birth to her they took her away cleaned her up, wrapped her up in a tiny pink blanket and brought her in so i could say goodbye. i tried to lift the blanket a little so i could see for myself that she was truely deformed but my boyfriend stopped me and said it'd be too trormatic for me so i didn't see her head. at her funeral i didn't cry much, i don't think it had sunk in properly.
3 months on and my boyfriend and i where just starting to come to terms with what had happened i fell pregnant AGAIN!! so soon after loosing my baby girl, i was sick with worry all the way through but was given extra scans and blood tests to make sure everything was going ok. 9 months on and i was giving birth to my baby boy he is now 18months old (he will never replace my baby i lost but he sure helps with the pain) and he is a monster but a fab lil monster and my boyfrind and my 3 year old addore him... anyway thats my life story and after re-reading it i can see why i suffer with depression. i just needed to off load onto someone before i burst!!!

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Sumbich

Sumbich....... A filthy rich North Carolina man decided that he wanted to throw a party and invited all of his buddies and neighbors. He also invited Leroy, the only redneck in the neighborhood. He held the party around the pool in the backyard of his mansion. Leroy was having a good time drinking, dancing, eating shrimp, oysters and BBQ and flirting with all the women. At the height of the party, the host said, 'I have a 10 ft man-eating gator in my pool and I'll give a million dollars to anyone who has the nerve to jump in.' The words were barely out of his mouth when there was a loud splash and everyone turned around and saw Leroy in the pool! Leroy was fighting the gator and kicking its ass! Leroy was jabbing the gator in the eyes with his thumbs, throwing punches, head butts and choke holds, biting the gator on the tail and flipping the gator through the air like some kind of Judo Instructor. The water was churning and splashing everywhere. both Leroy and the gator were screaming and raising hell. Finally Leroy strangled the gator and let it float to the top like a dime store goldfish. Leroy then slowly climbed out of the pool. Everybody was just staring at him in disbelief. Finally the host says, 'Well, Leroy, I reckon I owe you a million dollars,' 'No, that's okay. I don't want it,' said Leroy. The rich man said, 'Man, I have to give you something. You won the bet. How about half a million bucks then?' 'No thanks, I don't want it,' answered Leroy. The host said, 'Come on, I insist on giving you something. That was amazing. How about a new Porsche and a Rolex and some stock options?' Again Leroy said no.

Confused, the rich man asked, 'Well, Leroy, then what do you want?' Leroy said, 'I want the name of the sumbich who pushed me in the pool!'