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03-04-2007, 07:36 PM | #5272 (permalink) |
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Because I couldnt go to South Beach for my first college spring break, I decided to drink to my heart's content. Of course, I forgot to tell the people I was with to take my keys because I have a fascination with pushing the limits due to my lack of self safety-meaning. SO a sick pack of smirnoff, three shots of vodka and a glass of wine later, a friend calls me from a neighboring city and wants to go eat at our favorite 24-hour restaurant and it's about 1am. So my so-called "friends" kindly backed their cars out for me to get on my way. Also that night I decided to call friends and even exs, sometimes just to talk, sometimes to speak my mind. On top of it all I later got online and posted my formentioned actions, which btw I deleted asap because it was a dumb move. I'm already pissed off enough at my co-workers for letting me do that and now Im taking **** from dumb forum bitches who really never shook her first impression of me because she's a close-minded prick. Also worked 9 hours today with no help and the ******* customers coming in left and right. I'd snap at my grandmother right now.
I'm sure you feel great about yourself. bitch. PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES, EVEN DUMB ONES. No need to demean those who do. Karma.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. Last edited by DearJenny; 03-04-2007 at 07:55 PM. |
03-04-2007, 07:40 PM | #5273 (permalink) | |
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03-04-2007, 07:43 PM | #5274 (permalink) |
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i have amde a new life low today, i..did not leave the house, at all.
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
03-04-2007, 07:56 PM | #5275 (permalink) |
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In this case I'd rather be ignored. I dont want effing forum sympathy.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
03-04-2007, 11:17 PM | #5277 (permalink) | |
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and before you ask, yes, we can pass judgement on you, when a loved one of yours has his life ruined from being run over by a f*cking idiot drunk then maybe you will understand why you're being attacked by "dumb forum bitches" idiot.
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
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03-05-2007, 12:01 AM | #5279 (permalink) | |
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^I deleted the fucking thing in the morning because I realized I actually wrote that. I am sorry about your loved one though, my condolences, I've never done that before and like I said, I typically give someone my keys so I dont. And I wasnt going to ask that, you can pass judgement all you want, thats human nature, but in my sick, twisted, "idiot" way I was saying I was sorry for ever caring about any of you. If someone were to break their leg climbing a mountain with absolutely no safety gear and they posted on here, I would first ask if they were okay because I realize that we should all be somewhat "forum buddies" and not directly hateful to eachother. Even if someone were to get on here and say "sorry I've been hospitalized because I drove drunk and hit a tree," my first reaction because I'm a caring, decent person would be "Are YOU okay" and not a derrogatory statement like "Well you shouldn't have done THAT dumb****, you're the STUPIDEST person on the forum!" This is why I lose faith in humanity, no care and no respect.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
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03-05-2007, 12:14 AM | #5280 (permalink) | |
Freeskier
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see, there's one major flaw in your comparison there. If someone had hurt themselves climbing without any gear, i would be sympathetic, i'd wish them well, and tell them i wish a speedy recovery for them. The reason being, they were participating in a risky act that although dangerous for themselves, could in no way harm another person. Drunk driving on the other hand, has a nasty habbit of hurting people who are entirely innocent. BIG difference.
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
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