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After reading that, I have a whole load of respect for you, frog. Not many people can get their act together, and many with less crap to deal with. Cool stuff.
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It's good to see folks overcome adversity and turn negatives into positives. I hope things work out well for you, Frogacuda.
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After reading that, I have a whole load of respect for you, frog. Not many people can get their act together, and many with less crap to deal with. Cool stuff.
Originally Posted by Diff-chan
I lost my job two weeks ago.
take some kah!
It seemed a lot worse than my car makes it look. I'm glad we're ok but the 86 y.o. cunt that hit us is lying so I wont have a rental car for a while. I'm so stressed out right now
I'm gonna miss that car so much
Hey, man, I went to college.matt.....is there something you haven't told us yet?
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Correction: I do.
There's alot of people with worse stories than me. I mean I was always fed at least, and had my needs taken care of. I had at least one good dependable parent (my father). I mean that's alot more than some people I know had. I didn't mean my story to sound like a hard luck tale or anything. Alot of my problems (like my alcholism) were my own damned doing.
But thanks. I'm glad you could take away something positive from it. It certainly is true that hard times are the ones that bring you the most strength.
of Nazareth
Right now is the most interesting point of my life thus far.
My parents have finally decided to get a divorce after about 22 years of marriage. My mom had wanted to get a divorce off and on for the past 5 years. So they are selling the house that I think of as my "home". Over the past month I've had to go through my house and throw away a bunch of stuff that I had previously decided were things worth hanging on to. Also, my cat recently died, which really sucked because I"ve had him for as long as I can remember.
I'm starting to worry about my amount of drinking. I went to Panama for about 11 days over spring break and I got drunk all day, every day. I cut back a little since coming home, but not as much as I'd like to. Im concerned because alcoholism is in my genes.
I'm involved in the first serious relationship of my life. Prior to this I always avoided committment and all that, but I decided this girl was worth it. Unfortunately I met her right after she got out of a 2 year relationship with another girl. Its tough being crazy about a girl who is still in love with someone else, but I think I'm gonna wait it out a little longer in hopes that she gets over her. At first I thought having a bisexual girlfriend would be cool, but that hasn't been the case so far.
I was born Dec. 15th, 1972, in an old folk's home in Altringham, England. Been there once, in Dec, small place. I remember that England was cold, and I had much fun throwing my sisters things out the 2nd floor window, then running downstairs, collecting it, then doing it all over again.
At 5, mashed potatoe highway to Sherman Oaks, Ca. I remember that my dad played soccer (At Pierce College just off the 101), and I was always at his games running around and doing stupid things. I never was one to watch him play back then, though I wish I did. He was MVP of the league in '77 or so and I always run into people that know him.
Year later, moved to Newbury Park, Ca. They threw my ass in "Speech Therapy" at school. It's called an English Accent not a speech problem, but I digress. Made 2 good friends, Brian and Dennis (Brian and I always had birthday parties on a Sat and a Sun, he was born Dec. 13th).
Blah, blah, blah, school sucks, played soccer, got in trouble. Always did well on my tests, (we did a thing called the CTBS test annualy and I always got 99th percntile), I pretty much a nerd with hiked up socks.
Summer before 8th grade, a guy named John Cassarietti moved next door. We had a few classes together and we hung out all the time. That's pretty much the point where everything went to shit.
Well, I shouldn't say shit, it was some of the most fun I'd ever had up until then. John and I generally did horrible things, like take his mothers car out for a drive, made girls cry with asmusing poems about them, and got kicked otu of class almost daily. My grades went down and I stopped hanging around Brian and Dennis.
In HS, I wasn't popular per se, but John was, and since we were best friends that kind of put me in that loop. Met chicks, got laid, played football (only injury that hurts me to this day), created mayhem, bad grades. Got a job at 16 lining softball fields, which is pretty much putting the bases out and then sitting there for 6 hours. Easiest money ever.
Started to drink with John and the rest. My parents knew about it, but weren't very stern in punishing me. I got caught passed out on a corner at 16 from too much vodka. Next day, they bought me a truck. I pretty much did what I wanted and had fun with it.
9th - 11th grade were soccer, parties, chicks and beer after beer almost every night. I look back now, at the mindblowingly stupid things we did and I cannot believe that none of us died or seriously hurt someone else. We used to get drunk, then drive around town with our lights off. Stupid, I know, but that's the sort of thing that we enjoyed.
I drank at work, I drank at school in the bathroom. 12 Keystones were hidden under the trunk of my Toyota truck next to the battery and I got to enjoy drinking warm beer. Don't ask me now, it must have been necessity.
I played my video games, I played Soccer (Dad was the Varsity Coach) and lived life.
12th Grade, working with John at Little Ceaser's (horrible mess of mayhem there) met a chick there who I instantly hated. We would yell at each other daily, she the stern Christian and I the bastard Athiest. I must have made her cry every other day.
One day, she, Stacy was her name, invites me over to her house after I got her name in some stupid fucking Secret Santa Shit at work. Shocked me, but never had a chick ask me to come over before, so I go.
One thing leads to another, and we date. We keep on dating for a year and things change. At the start, I was completely cruel to her and played mind games with her daily. We had some earth shattering sex, and that's about the point where I learned that a woman has complete control over me when I want to bang them. Still, we had some good times and she was one of the coolest people I've known. When I was with her, I stopped drinking completely, not because she asked me to, just because it seemed old to me.
Long story short, she dumped me on Christmas eve, 1990. Broke my heart and literally crushed me. Took years to get over that one, and there were times when I wished her dead over and over. I blamed her for making my life shit.
Few years pass, into community college now (drinking constantly again) and I'm not dating anyone else. It was during that time, when all the emotion had gone that I could finally see what it was we had. I wasn't nice to her, I was totally cruel, and she had just had enough. She had asked me to marry her, and of course I said yes, but she reached her limit and left. I suppose she was mature and wanted to live life and sure wasn't.
That in hand, drink less, play more soccer (did a year with a Mexican Mafia team, got paid 100 a game which is verboten in college) and date chicks again. By now, I'm completely acessable to women and there for them always. Yeah, I was a pussy.
Got walked over time and time again and thought it was me that was fucked up. The worst was Aimee, who turned into a stripper. She was hot as sin, funny and we pretty much bathed in sin for a few years. If there was something to do, we did it. Mental note, a stripper, 60 bucks and a tattoo parlor do not mix.
One day, she just up and ran away, never heard from here. She got comitted to some rehab program in Utah (She was a heavy drug user). I dare say those were the darkest years of my life for a bit, became a citizen, new name, blah blah blah.
94 rolls around, I have no clue what's going on, play on a Sunday league team. Guy on the team went to a place called California Polytechnic @ San Luis Obispo, told me I should apply. Shit grades, amigo. Soccer.
Talked to the coach, he got me in. Go there for 2 years, meet Mike and Jen (Still great friends with both) and have the time of my life. Discover weed at 22, life changes for the worse. Don't go to class, get baked and play games all day, get in debt up to my ass and pretty much fuck myself up completely. About the only good thing I can point to is that I'm a more stable person towards others, hey, but when you smoke trees every day that's bound to happen.
Come back to Newbury Park in 96, hang with stoners and get high all the time, do nothing, more debt. 97 rolls around and I get a small scholarship to CSUDH for a year to play ball. Take that as a 2nd chance, quit weed (done it maybe 5 times since then) and have fun. 98, working in a warehouse, don't talk to my father and dispise the man, living with the coach of my team. Life sucks, start smoking, but at least I'm semi independant and I pay off every single penny of my debt by driving that fucking forklift.
1999-2000 GF. Best job ever, great times that still make me laugh to this day. Break my arm in 6 places, become addicted to perscription pain pills. Figure there are worse things in life and I don't spend money on them. Make up with the old man, Aimee returns and we have a good 3 months, ask her to marry me, says she'll think about it (I knew then), come home the next day and she's gone. Never heard from her again.
Since then, I've worked hard at times and not at all mostly. I try to enjoy the small things in life and have fun. I'm not the most productive man in the world, but generally I'm amiable to others and just do my own thing. My life didn't turn out how I expected so far, but I've made my own luck, take responsability for my own failures and successes and know that all of it is due to my own action/unaction.
Got a job interview tomorrow, which would be nice to get. There is a Lancer Evolution out there that I must claim. Teh End.
And holy fuck that's too long.
I used to work on a forklift, not because I needed to pay off debt, but I really wanted to get some info on a gang.
Arent Lancer Evolutions those cars with the bitch dancing in the commercial?
Does that girl come with the car?
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