I have four "best" friends. None of them are best. At my wedding, my BROTHER will be my best man, and the rest of them can be groomsmen.
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I have four "best" friends. None of them are best. At my wedding, my BROTHER will be my best man, and the rest of them can be groomsmen.
I had three receipts nad ate six of those fucking tacos. Now I feel like shit. Fuck Jack in the Box.
Sorry to hear about everyone's pets...I hope Siro won't turn up with something, can't handle it right now.
Best friends are people to be treasured, but once they become exes, it's sketchy. We stopped talking for a reason (resentment, neediness, etc.). She recently contacted me (after four years) acting like nothing happened, told me that she might be moving out here (San Diego) and just showed up on a mutual friend's Facebook. I don't relish having to tell her that I'm not interested in being friends.
I think Razor's problem is you have to have feelings other than "Lets get drunk" to share feelings with a pet.
Sorry to hear about the dogs, guys. My 15yo dog passed on earlier this year, and even though she had a long life, it hit me pretty hard.
My dog was half cocker and also had a world of ear problems. Even though we took every effort to take care of them, she eventually went deaf too. It was hard not to feel bad for her, but she still had a lot of happy moments after her hearing went and I hope the same goes for your dog.
I woke up at 2:30am to take a piss and haven't been able to fall back asleep since. I have a meeting in Baltimore at 9:30 and I'm dead tired. Coffee to the rescue.
Also, my Mac slim aluminum keyboard's v and f keys broke. Fuck.
it's POURING down with rain, it looks like it will be for a while. now i want to stay home, play games and drink wine.
but i'm at work :(
Some mailmen are fucking RETARDED. If I leave note that says leave the package on my doorstep, that means you can LEAVE MY @%@DAMN PACKAGE ON THE DOORSTEP. If I wanted my shit in 2 days, I wouldn't have paid for OVERNIGHT FOR THE MOTHERFUCKER.
Common SENSE!! COME ON!
Its raining like a son of a bitch.
Hmmmmm...
So if I'm reading this right you go ahead and say what I already said (that putting one friend above/below another is best left to Sweet Valley High's readership) which is fine. But then you insult me? Because I said it first? If you asked around I doubt you'd find people who think I'm the one having trouble thinking through this line of conversation here.
How exactly does a son of a bitch rain?
like a motherfucker.
brain the pain
And now my grandpa has just passed away. He died at home in his sleep a couple hours ago. He was a hero to me.
Cliff Beckwith RIP
This month can fuck off.
Sorry Pa. :(
Damn Pa, it has been a tough month. Hope your family is doing okay.
Every time I feel like posting something trivial in here, something Pa says makes me feel like a piece of shit.
Sorry bro.
Sorry to hear that Pa.
I'm so sorry Pa. :(
I spent all day calling my friends to go into manhattan tonight and then it started pouring heavy as shit.
I'm not walking to the train in rain that would make jesus weep. Nor am I getting on the ferry in this. Nor am I walking from the train to a bar.
So fuck my friends, I'm staying home and playing Bioshock.
So sorry Pa. Ugh.
This is why I never make plans with Rich.
I scored less than I wanted to on the GREs. It sucks because I'm going to have to take them again at another $140.
Not once did you commit so I have no fucking obligation to you. If I had definite plans with anyone, I would go into the city. I don't. So I'm not going to be miserable commuting an hour and a half in this weather just to appease someone who couldn't tell me that yes, he was going to come drink with me until about 20 minutes ago.
Quit playing some kind victim. If I make plans, I keep them. There were no plans made that were confirmed by anyone.
You look for any excuse not to go out. Seriousy, you're the worst person to make plans with. You'll make plans and cancel the day of for any fucking reason. And hey, you have that much of a problem me me in the city and we'll deal with this in person rather than on the internet.
lol so you want to fight me because I'm angry at you for calling me out for not going into the city when you never said yes, i'll meet you in the city?
And the only time I ever even bailed on you was going to MD.
Nice, Ramon. Nice. Classy. And you know damn well if I do go in, you're not fighting me, you're sharing a beer with me.
And guess what? The rain has died down. I may still go meet up with my friends. I'm not going to cheap shots if I do, though.
Nah, we'll still fight.
lol k
<3
Its so cute when you guys rub your vaginas together.
Wow. That is horrible.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Razor has a heart of stone.
I don't form emotional attachments to animals. That's as clear cut as it gets.
Pa, my condolences :(
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Fucking furries.
Someone stole my wife's car from in front of our apartment. Fucking shit.
Gross.
No. That would be "sucks"
How dare you?
Sha-la-la-la.
a lady i work with just got news that her dad has 10 days to live and that her 24yo daughter has MS. yeah it's her business but it still sucks.
She's going to kill people. Take a vacation NOW.
So my friend has testicular cancer and is getting his nut lobbed off tomorrow.
Great.
:( Least he gets to keep one of them, and they found out about it.
some high voltage DC or AC or something, grounded out through my arms today. The third time was pretty jarring.
I'll live.
My girlfriend is bringing up the idea that we may need to spend some time apart (we currently live together). Not break up, necessarily, but just separate for a while.
We've been together for about 6 years.
On the 19th, we have a roadtrip from Vancouver, BC to San Diego for ComicCon. We're visiting friends and family down along the way, camping at beaches, and all-in-all it's over a week-long trip.
I'm very busy with work (a rare and temporary occurence in itself), so I haven't delved too deep into the situation, but my brain is definitely trying to forewarn me of something.
edit:
Also, my monitor and scanner are dying. I keep sending work off, only to see on someone's bright-ass LCD that there are errors I missed on my 7-8 year-old monitor. It's as bright as it can get, so I'm having the graphics card crank everything up, but it's still not right. I realize I should buy a new monitor, but CRTs are hard to shop for and LCDs never look right to me.
Also, I'm playing 360 on a standard tv still.
She wants to fuck other dudes.
Seemed fairly obvious to me.
I've seen girls pull the 'time apart' thing when they're really upset about something the guy is doing but she doesn't have the nerve to say it, either.
Either way, that's never really a good thing. Unless she's got family stuff going on or something similar that would make her want some time off, you should address the situation soon. :-/
We've had some talks and they have exceeded one hour. Apparently my motivation, personality, and sense of responsibility all need major overhauls. From a financial standpoint, getting married would be like giving her free debt!
Also, the romance is gone.
I'm looking forward to our trip though, nothing helps you forget why you resent someone better than being in a car with them for 50 hours!
At least the car has A/C, so I won't have to hear about that.
Fury - didn't you move to Canada cause of her as well? Like she was going to college up there and you willingly moved?
yeah time to back out.
He's in Vancouver isn't he? There is a lot of extremely hot poon up there. I'd say grab a spoon and sample the local fare before cutting loose.
Maybe you can find one'll hook you up with a good monitor?
Re: Road trip
I broke up with my girlfriend of about 2 1/2 years last year around this time. I was staying over at her place, and we were going to Sea World the next day (her idea). I felt terrible about it, because it was something that she had planned for like the last month, but the relationship had got to the point of no return; I knew that there was always a commitment that I was going to break if I broke it off. There is never a good time to break up with someone when you know it's inevitable; the best time, though, is asap.
And yes, she will consider everything your fault.
my room mate hasn't taken the garbage out in longer than i've put anything in the garbage because i stopped going in the kitchen because i've taken care of his fucking mess enough times and now the whole fucking place is infested with flies and i'm having a god damn break down and i think i'll kill myself so the fucking flies will swarm me and he can deal with them increasing in numbers exponentially.
he's bleach bombing the kitchen now
but they won't be gone
for at least
a few
days
i don't fucking know.
i don't want to live here anymore. someone come and rescue me. please
it's bugging me
BUGS. HA!
tell the stupid ass to go buy those sticky strip things
finch you can come live with me =D
Ride your scooter in the house and rev it full throttle outside of his bedroom when he's trying to sleep.
"What's the problem? I just need to tune the carb real quick... only eleven more jets left to try"
I just had this mental image of finch in a scooter gang. They were in his living room, screaming and yelling and listening to motor head. Oh and drinking root bear from glass bottles.
Room mate comes out, and Finch breaks the end off the bottle and threatens to cut him.
"I cut you so bad, you wish I not cut you so bad"
i'm going to bring the scooter in my room, seal the doors and windows, start the motor, and then let the soft putter of the engine lull me to sleep
FOREVER
nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
finch we need you here. you are as important to TNL as Josh. You are like F-chania's king
Remember when Finch was happy?
yeah, it was just a couple days ago when he saw Wall-e
It's NOT A MOPED!
but i totally want a moped with a 2-stroke fitty cc. 2-smokers will bump 70mph if you know how to work on the engine
there weren't flies everywhere after i got back from wall-e. i almost cried when i saw them all over the ceiling.
actually, he bleach bombed it pretty good, there's dead flies all over the floor and my eyes sting when i get near the kitchen. i turned on a light near the kitchen to attract them to their noxious deaths. stupid stupid flies
okay, i don't want to die from bleach fumes, but if i open the window, i'm afraid more flies will get in. ):
Were they just straight up flies, or did they look like tiny moths or weevils? Flies will be easier to deal with; clean up and they're gone. If it's the latter; they're a pain in the ass: They will find a sack of rice or something in the cabinet and start a colony. They are a bitch to get rid of. Ask me how I know.
Nah, house flies. I'd rather find a scorpion colony than have those fucking flies everywhere. At least i could appreciate how neat the scorpions were while i was really having an all out nervous breakdown.
I had a mouse problem once that didn't freak me out as much as this fly shit. They were cute and i didn't usually see them, but i didn't like the thought of them crawling on me or mouse testicles being dragged all over my stuff. A mouse explosion could've been bad too. I even felt bad about finding a dead mouse on a sticky trap. I think most of them broke their little legs trying to escape. it was sad business.
Finch: I hate insects. Stab his eyes out.
I'll be moving into a house in about six months that we're going to be cleaning, and the people living there at the moment are combination packrats/cat lady/heavy smokers, and the place is an absolute mess. Some rooms are floor to ceiling trash, walking into the kitchen is to be bombarded by packs of fruit flies, the entire house needs to be repainted and most of the wallpaper also needs to be torn out and replaced. The electrical system is from like 20+ years ago and to even contemplate it holding our needs is a laughable idea at best, and not a single outlet in the house is even grounded. Needs a new stove, one of the bathrooms needs to have the pipes redone, the basement is a haven for cat filth, and so on. We've got like 5-6 months to clean the place and I am not looking forward to any of it.
On top of that one my friends apparently got the wrong idea about a discussion months and thought we invited him to come live with us. No one except him had any idea about that until a couple days ago when we went to assess the damage and he called dibs on a room and various other things. We're still not sure how to handle that, stuck between not wanting to be assholes and letting him move in (his current living situation is pretty shitty and he's desperate to get out of the place) and finding a way to curb his filthy way of living (I've lived with him before, and finding month-old food sitting around his areas is not uncommon). Plus his addition would make the house more cramped and he's terrible at money. Our current plan to try and wait him out and see if he'll move in with another guy that he'd been talking with first.
So why am I moving in here? Because it's a full house to ourselves, will be a very nice place to live once it's cleaned, is in a slightly nicer neighborhood, will get rid of our current terrible parking situation, and is already fully paid for so there's no rent (possibly a small mortgage fee, details on that are unknown to me). It's just the getting there that makes me cry inside.
Don't let him move in, or you'll be posting some Finch level shit in ten months.
I've lived with filthy people before and it fucking sucks.
Oh, I've already lived how Finch has described before. Flies, roach infestations, etc. Is hilarious to look back on and I'm glad I lived like a slob for a while and did whatever the fuck I felt like back then, but I'm done with that shit. I will not let it get that far ever again, these days I start cracking down on people when I think that fruit flies might eventually want to nest. It makes me a little sad because I don't want this guy to move in and then have to be an asshole and kick him out because he refuses to pick up after himself. Or have me leave, which will make me doubly annoyed after the effort and cash I'll be putting into this place fixing it up and then trying to find a new place.