one of the worst days

Woa Dove, that sounds like a sad drama movie. I hope things are better now

EDIT: You know, reading that makes me feel alot better, sure iv'e been depressed in my time but never turned to drugs(yea I know u did it cause she did) wich really makes me sorta proud that in the darkest of hours I didnt turn for a quick fix, thx dove :)
 
Thanks Snake, I feel much better now. Haven't used anything in a long time, all I do that I'm not proud of is smoke cigarettes. And I'm planning on quitting completely this weekend.

megatron said:
Didn't you have any amusing bad days?
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Of course I have. How about yesterday was the first day I ever had hives from an allergic reaction. It was awful, and my gf was taking care of me. It was embarrassing.
 
Hear ye, for the sad saga of Larkin i shall hereby tell...

Larkin, beset with grieve and woe, because he had failed the Examination of Differential Maths, gathered his band of trusted friends, and grimly started to speak.
"Tonight, let the spirits of ye old alcohol dull our pain, and the maidens soothe our restless hearts!"
The band let out a huge whoop, and soon the band was lost from sight, amidst the raging snow and biting cold...

So the story tells, that Larkin led the group to the great mead-hall, where they proceeded to seek pleasurable company, and quaffed down many, many pints of ale.
Being the glum bugger that he was, Larkin was left alone, while his companions caroused with the womenfolk.
But then, he set eyes on a raven-haired lass who came and conversed with Larkin. Pleased of the company, and ignorant of what was about to happen, he offered the girl a drink.
But alas! The lass was a deceitful one, and she had not told that she already had a suitor...
With the cold breeze blasting from behind him, the suitor emerged from the doorway, and saw Larkin, and the girl sitting close together.
Letting out a mighty bellow, the man grabbed Larkin, and smashed his nose with a ham-sized fist.
The following struggle has been sung by skalds all around the land, for the ferocity shown on both sides was truly of legendary proportion...
The orderlies removed the combatants from the mead-hall, and outside the misunderstanding was brought out, and an ashamed truce was agreed.
Brooding, Larkin cursed all the powers that were, and headed for his distant homestead.
But the journey through the night had only begun...


Had fun writing it but i think i'll finish it later :D
My fingers hurt.
 
Shouldn't your nose be hurting too?

Stupid bitches. Its like their trying to get your ass kicked!
 
I remember my worst day as clearly as it was yesterday, even though it was more than fourteen years ago... I was about 5 at the time, and my father had been a heroin addict for a few months. He was hanging out with the wrong crowd, even had a hooker as a "girlfriend." One morning I woke up, because I heard his voice, then I heard the front door close, then silence. My parents had already divorced at this point, but he was with a woman, I'm not sure who it was, but fairly certain it was his girlfriend.
I got out of bed, and went into my dad's room. Next to his bed there was an empty syringe and a spoonful of blood. I woke up my older brother, who was seven at the time. We called our mom, and she immediately called the police.
The last thing my mom said to my dad while the police were taking him away was, "I hope you get AIDS and die." She never knew her wish would come true.

EDIT: Before he died in 1996, he cleaned up and remarried. His widow admitted having unprotected sex with him, so she's probably infected now too. She remarried a man who has Heptatitis C, so I don't even want to imagine what kind of diseases are running rampant in that household now. Last I heard, my stepbrother is a heroin addict as well, and doesn't know ANY parts of what I wrote. He will be 19 in July.
 
Damn you people with seriously shitty experiences! It almost makes me ashamed about writing about my own, slightly laughable, shitty day, but almost makes me cry on your behalves too. Power to you for getting through the shit and being able to write about it.

But also, **** you for being such drama queens, writing about it here. :lol:
 
Myrrdin said:
But also, **** you for being such drama queens, writing about it here. :lol:
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Drama queen implies that they are exaggerating small things, "making mountains out of molehills" so to speak.

Dove and Watergirl have been through extremely hard times, and they got out of it alive. I certainly wouldn't have, I'm not emotionally strong enough for it. They are hardly drama queens, and I applaud them for getting through those times, and furthermore having the ability to write about them.

I understand your comment was meant as a joke - but anyone who has been through *that* isn't a drama queen for writing about it. :P
 
Thank you Katja.

I can be a bit of a drama queen, but not when it concerns this. I haven't ever told anybody this story in this much detail, even when I wanted too, it just wouldn't come out.
 
Dove said:
I can be a bit of a drama queen, but not when it concerns this. I haven't ever told anybody this story in this much detail, even when I wanted too, it just wouldn't come out.
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This is the first time I've heard it... I personally think that Dove is very brave to have told it. Losing somebody to drugs is hard, and my dad died several years after he came clean... I don't want to imagine what it's like to lose somebody suddenly from them.
 
Heh, did I get to bite the sour apple or what?

*Browses through his copy of "Netiquette for n00bs 101"*
Rule No1: Never, ever, never try to be sarcastic/ironic on the internet! Ever.

I meant it quite the opposite, that you guys seemingly makes a small thing out of a big one by typing about it here. Sometimes my fingers type faster than my brain thinks.

In short: I fucked up. And I'm dreadfully sorry if I offended either you Watergirl, or you Dove, by doing so. And thanks to Katja for pointing it out.

Edit: Heck, can't even get the names right. *Knees himself in the groin.*
Mega-Edit: I'm too tired for this. *Kicks himself in the head*
 
Ok, time for stopping putting my silly ten cents to this conversation, but don't expect me for telling my whole thing.

I was a kind of super duper total loser in the first 7 years of school - it was kindergarden and the elementary school. I was able to see my loserness just in the gymnasium (7-9th class) or in the high school.

Once I met my friend from the elementary school. He said "I've never ever seen such a loser".
I already knew it and I say now that I don't understand my behaviour then. To make the picture more clear - my casualties was a part of tooth and a big scar on psyche. I think it was similar to Dove's and Watergirl's.

I was a year younger than other children in my class, what surely was one of the reasons why others disrespected me, but that's completely different story.

Every "bad guy" knew about me and everytime I was walking on the school corridor I felt a bit insecure.

But on the holidays before going to gymnasium I started to realize something and I started to behave like all other children. I managed it and now I think I can be sure of myself. Strange is that the "bad ones" who weren't in my class in gymnasium are nasty even now. But fuck them. If I had an opportunity, I would have killed some of them. And if I'll get an occasion, I will destroy their life, but not by myself. Maybe hiring a robber?

The moral is that hard work on myself helped me out. I'm still working, but it's now only for inproving myself.

I don't think I can tell the full story here, or ever for anyone though. I just want to forget this.

Hey, I became a drama queen :P
 
Myrrdin said:
In short: I fucked up. And I'm dreadfully sorry if I offended either you Katja, or you Dove, by doing so. And thanks to Watergirl for pointing it out.

Edit: Heck, can't even get the names right. *Knees himself in the groin.*
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I think you had it right the first time...
 
*clears throat*


Ladies And Gentelmen, allow me to brighten up the general tone of this thread by posting my own and unique, real life, "shitty day" contribution. It's a pretty long story, but it's worth it.

*curtains*

Well, the first part of the story takes place in a backwater town in southeast Mexico, during the summer, almost 5 years ago. I grew up there as a child and after moving to Yurop age 10 I came back to see my family every year. Picture the classical, horny 15 year old little pervert masturbating three times a day. That was me.

One fine day, I gather enough guts to quit wanking and try to become a Man. No, it wasn't about joining the army. So I go to the vigilante that worked in my house during my early childhood and convince me to take me to a burdello.

So I make my rather pathetic entrance to the place in question, accompanied by my 6 foot bodyguard, which stays in the "waiting" room. I find my lady of choice, which, incientally probably weighed more than twice myself and looked like a small mountain. Don't blame me, I was too afraid the other girls would turn out to be transvestites and try to rape my young white ass. With miss Hippo, you were sure it was a "she". Terrorized, I do what a man's gotta do. Too bad I didn't buy my own condoms, because the one i was wearing ripped.

Terror.

I pay the bitch the equivalent of 3 US dollars and race back home, taking a shower immediately, washing myslef for around an hour, and stay seriously sick and disgusted by the whole experience for a week, scared to death that I could be a happy new acquisitor of the HIV virus.


Eventually, I fly back home to Yurop and after some six months, and I started losing very quickly weight, for some obscure reason. In the same time, I learn that one of the first symptoms of the activation of the HIV virus is losing weight extremely fast.

Terror. Insomnia. Two weeks.

I manage to locate a private medical lab, and take the blood test.

You can't imagine what relief I felt when I read "negative" on the result. Never felt so good to fail a test.
 
Hehe... that was hilarious Wooz!

The best stories is always about dodgin' the big one, atleast in retrospect.

Although, in this case you both dodged it and humped it...
 
Yes, my first time was more speleology than pure biology. :D

Fat girls make the world go 'round. Hmm.
She was so fat and old that she was probably floating in the ocean around 1492 and Spain claimed her for the New World.
 
Wooz69 said:
You can't imagine what relief I felt when I read "negative" on the result. Never felt so good to fail a test.
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Mine happened the opposite way... I got the negative test results then raced home and had sex :wink:
 
home for sex? Was Dove or your at-the-time boyfriend waiting for you at home instead of backing you up while you were recieving the results? Kick him in da bawls!

;)
 
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