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2017-07-04 at 5:35 PM UTCWhat's your birthday?
Do you believe in zodiac/astrology shit?
What's your time of birth, and what state/country were you born in?
Do you celebrate?
I don't celebrate my birthday, and I also make a point NOT to drink on my birthday (tradition passed down from my father... I just try to get super stoned, or use some other drug... I don't even like alcohol anyway, but I refuse even the smallest, most social drink on my birthday.)
Do you have any "birthday" traditions, things you do, what-have-you?
I don't like the idea of birthdays... I'd rather just go do something fun whenever than look toward a date that rolls around once a year...
Also, Fuck birthday parties. I am NOT down for birthday parties or any kind of surprise bullshit- I have too much anxiety for that shit.
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2017-07-04 at 6:23 PM UTCwas your dad an alcoholic or something
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2017-07-04 at 6:41 PM UTC
Originally posted by Discount Whore 2.0 was your dad an alcoholic or something
Nah, he wasn't.
He drank a little as any normal teen does, but he never liked the taste of alcohol or beer. I don't either. It's just everyone goes out and gets shit-faced on their birthday... I guess he wanted to be different, and I followed suit, in his honor. It's funny to have to explain and tell people to fuck off when they INSIST you drink on your own god-damned birthday. It's just something I don't do. I don't drink often anyway, and hate hangovers, and feeling like shit from drinking. Like my father, I got drinking out of my system before turning 21 (probably 18-19) and really have no desire to most the time, unless I'm in a fuck-the-world, I wanna just be Jim Lahey mood, which usually corresponds to being very suicidal at the time.
My dad told me the story, even had the article in the news paper clipped from all those years ago, in the late 70's of a party that ended up killing I think 2 girls, I believe, and hospitalizing like a dozen people. The punch at this house party, not far from where he lived (I grew up at same house he did, and walked by this house almost everyday) got spiked with PCP. He liked the taste of sweet things, much like me, we used to say we'd be alcoholics if alcohol and liquor actually tasted good and sweet, which is probably true, but anyway, it was him and mostly girls that got reckt hardcore, because he and the bitches were hitting up the punch bowl.
He didn't go to the hospital. He walked home, fucked as shit, through a bunch of orange clay after it'd rained, almost being hit by a MAC truck he walked in front of and stopped like a deer in the headlights, with the guy laying on the horn, and nearly rolling the truck trying to swerve to avoid him, and threw his boots across the kitchen table when he got home, which his mother had just cleaned, and waxed the floors. He couldn't get out of bed for 3 days. He said it was one time he really thought he was close to dying, and apparently, after finding this all out, he probably was, since he drank more punch than anyone there.
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2017-07-04 at 6:49 PM UTCI'm a cancerian. I was born june 26, so I just turned 30.
I got high and went to get a burger at burger tex with a friend and above the burger joint theres my neighborhood bar so we drank there. Then my "gf" came over. -
2017-07-04 at 6:51 PM UTCI don't know if I exactly believe in astrology just because I'm not too versed on the subject.
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2017-07-04 at 7:06 PM UTC
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2017-07-04 at 7:28 PM UTC
Originally posted by hydromorphone Nah, he wasn't.
He drank a little as any normal teen does, but he never liked the taste of alcohol or beer. I don't either. It's just everyone goes out and gets shit-faced on their birthday… I guess he wanted to be different, and I followed suit, in his honor. It's funny to have to explain and tell people to fuck off when they INSIST you drink on your own god-damned birthday. It's just something I don't do. I don't drink often anyway, and hate hangovers, and feeling like shit from drinking. Like my father, I got drinking out of my system before turning 21 (probably 18-19) and really have no desire to most the time, unless I'm in a fuck-the-world, I wanna just be Jim Lahey mood, which usually corresponds to being very suicidal at the time.
My dad told me the story, even had the article in the news paper clipped from all those years ago, in the late 70's of a party that ended up killing I think 2 girls, I believe, and hospitalizing like a dozen people. The punch at this house party, not far from where he lived (I grew up at same house he did, and walked by this house almost everyday) got spiked with PCP. He liked the taste of sweet things, much like me, we used to say we'd be alcoholics if alcohol and liquor actually tasted good and sweet, which is probably true, but anyway, it was him and mostly girls that got reckt hardcore, because he and the bitches were hitting up the punch bowl.
He didn't go to the hospital. He walked home, fucked as shit, through a bunch of orange clay after it'd rained, almost being hit by a MAC truck he walked in front of and stopped like a deer in the headlights, with the guy laying on the horn, and nearly rolling the truck trying to swerve to avoid him, and threw his boots across the kitchen table when he got home, which his mother had just cleaned, and waxed the floors. He couldn't get out of bed for 3 days. He said it was one time he really thought he was close to dying, and apparently, after finding this all out, he probably was, since he drank more punch than anyone there.
My dad had all sorts of fucked up drug stories he'd told me… The 70's was a great time to do drugs, and be a drug using kid. Wish I coulda been there…
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2017-07-04 at 8:35 PM UTC
Originally posted by Bill Krozby I'm a cancerian. I was born june 26, so I just turned 30.
Happy birthday. I'm a mid-February baby. I'm Aquarius. I'm a diplomat, and I do it well.
I got high and went to get a burger at burger tex with a friend and above the burger joint theres my neighborhood bar so we drank there. Then my "gf" came over.
Originally posted by Bill Krozby I don't know if I exactly believe in astrology just because I'm not too versed on the subject.
I've read about it, had some friends who were really into it. The generalized astrology (shit you read in the paper/shit that goes off a general bracket "month" of the signs and shit) isn't very accurate ad it's so generalized anything could apply to anyone just about, but when you get into sun/moon and add the time, location and all that shit together, it can get creepily accurate IME. It's interesting for sure.
I also like tarot cards. I have one deck that REALLY gives me accurate readings (It's my Russian Deck, also my Spanish deck is pretty accurate too, I use it for different moods/people/reasons though). At first I was skeptical to the shit, but I've done so many, it's fucking weird how it works... I don't understand it, but it helps get a clear picture anyway. I think it can be a good therapy tool for some people.
Originally posted by Dargo hah. hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
What's so funny? Fuck, it's a date. You don't have to give the year, if you don't want to, or fuck, do like I did and just say what your astrology sign is. I really don't care, but have no clue why you even bothered to post that. If you don't feel comfortable revealing that, then don't do it. There are so many people on planet earth, your birthday is shared by millions of people. Not very good connecting evidence if you ask me, but whatever. If people don't want to share their birthday, or shit like that, they don't have to... Just trying to distract my mind and converse with you faggots. -
2017-07-04 at 9:47 PM UTC^Dargo can't fathom people voluntarily revealing any PI and finds great humor and importance in making mention of that when he can. Throwing someone else's Pi out there is one thing but who fucking cares if you want to say your own info? It's honestly.. not that funny or bizarre.
My birthday is April 20th. Always has been too.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-07-04 at 9:57 PM UTC
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2017-07-04 at 10:01 PM UTCWhy would I celebrate the worst thing that ever happened to me? To me every passing year is simply the increasing deterioration of my body and advance of death.
Well, that's one view. On the other I do understand the value of birthdays for interpersonal and intertemporal (between people and through time) coordination. They can also be a celebration of a person's life while they're here and decide to stick around; which seems to be the standard method of celebration, and the best. Must be nice if you have close friends, instead of just feeling obligated to do so, having it thrust upon you by family or coworkers you don't even (particularly) like.
It's presents that particularly bother me. I'm unbelievably picky and elitist. I naturally prefer an extremely ascetic and minimalist lifestyle, at least with regards to possessions, and there's very little I like. I know that if I ever did have relationships it would be excruciatingly difficult for others to understand who I am, to predict what I may desire and enjoy, if anything. The other critical aspect is that I don't display a normal range of human emotions or to a conventional intensity (unusually weak), I also immensely dislike false displays of emotion, so most things will simply evoke absolutely no reaction from me, which would be extremely awkward, guilt inducing.
Really, something practical or heartfelt and homemade would be best. Not something I'll have to worry about for a long time. I wouldn't even tell anyone my birthday until I felt ready.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-07-04 at 10:02 PM UTC
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2017-07-04 at 10:05 PM UTC
Originally posted by hydromorphone Happy birthday. I'm a mid-February baby. I'm Aquarius. I'm a diplomat, and I do it well.
I've read about it, had some friends who were really into it. The generalized astrology (shit you read in the paper/shit that goes off a general bracket "month" of the signs and shit) isn't very accurate ad it's so generalized anything could apply to anyone just about, but when you get into sun/moon and add the time, location and all that shit together, it can get creepily accurate IME. It's interesting for sure.
I also like tarot cards. I have one deck that REALLY gives me accurate readings (It's my Russian Deck, also my Spanish deck is pretty accurate too, I use it for different moods/people/reasons though). At first I was skeptical to the shit, but I've done so many, it's fucking weird how it works… I don't understand it, but it helps get a clear picture anyway. I think it can be a good therapy tool for some people.
What's so funny? Fuck, it's a date. You don't have to give the year, if you don't want to, or fuck, do like I did and just say what your astrology sign is. I really don't care, but have no clue why you even bothered to post that. If you don't feel comfortable revealing that, then don't do it. There are so many people on planet earth, your birthday is shared by millions of people. Not very good connecting evidence if you ask me, but whatever. If people don't want to share their birthday, or shit like that, they don't have to… Just trying to distract my mind and converse with you faggots.
you might want to check this, I listen to this guy but the astrology stuff is over my head. I had this girl come over to my place that gave me a tarot reading and was into astrology but I honestly think she was full of shit.
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2017-07-11 at 10:07 PM UTCastrology is for tumblr fagsThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-07-11 at 10:12 PM UTCI don't want to tell you my actual birthday but I am a Leo and born during year of the Dragon.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-07-11 at 10:14 PM UTCGemini, signing in. To give all that info would give away would be like doxxing yourselfThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2017-07-11 at 10:15 PM UTC
Originally posted by hydromorphone Nah, he wasn't.
He drank a little as any normal teen does, but he never liked the taste of alcohol or beer. I don't either. It's just everyone goes out and gets shit-faced on their birthday… I guess he wanted to be different, and I followed suit, in his honor. It's funny to have to explain and tell people to fuck off when they INSIST you drink on your own god-damned birthday. It's just something I don't do. I don't drink often anyway, and hate hangovers, and feeling like shit from drinking. Like my father, I got drinking out of my system before turning 21 (probably 18-19) and really have no desire to most the time, unless I'm in a fuck-the-world, I wanna just be Jim Lahey mood, which usually corresponds to being very suicidal at the time.
My dad told me the story, even had the article in the news paper clipped from all those years ago, in the late 70's of a party that ended up killing I think 2 girls, I believe, and hospitalizing like a dozen people. The punch at this house party, not far from where he lived (I grew up at same house he did, and walked by this house almost everyday) got spiked with PCP. He liked the taste of sweet things, much like me, we used to say we'd be alcoholics if alcohol and liquor actually tasted good and sweet, which is probably true, but anyway, it was him and mostly girls that got reckt hardcore, because he and the bitches were hitting up the punch bowl.
He didn't go to the hospital. He walked home, fucked as shit, through a bunch of orange clay after it'd rained, almost being hit by a MAC truck he walked in front of and stopped like a deer in the headlights, with the guy laying on the horn, and nearly rolling the truck trying to swerve to avoid him, and threw his boots across the kitchen table when he got home, which his mother had just cleaned, and waxed the floors. He couldn't get out of bed for 3 days. He said it was one time he really thought he was close to dying, and apparently, after finding this all out, he probably was, since he drank more punch than anyone there.
My dad had all sorts of fucked up drug stories he'd told me… The 70's was a great time to do drugs, and be a drug using kid. Wish I coulda been there…
That's a gnarly story, did the 2 girls die from the punch? Did the person who laced it lace it maliciously or were they just trying to get the party going? -
2017-07-11 at 10:46 PM UTC
Originally posted by hydromorphone Nah, he wasn't.
He drank a little as any normal teen does, but he never liked the taste of alcohol or beer. I don't either. It's just everyone goes out and gets shit-faced on their birthday… I guess he wanted to be different, and I followed suit, in his honor. It's funny to have to explain and tell people to fuck off when they INSIST you drink on your own god-damned birthday. It's just something I don't do. I don't drink often anyway, and hate hangovers, and feeling like shit from drinking. Like my father, I got drinking out of my system before turning 21 (probably 18-19) and really have no desire to most the time, unless I'm in a fuck-the-world, I wanna just be Jim Lahey mood, which usually corresponds to being very suicidal at the time.
My dad told me the story, even had the article in the news paper clipped from all those years ago, in the late 70's of a party that ended up killing I think 2 girls, I believe, and hospitalizing like a dozen people. The punch at this house party, not far from where he lived (I grew up at same house he did, and walked by this house almost everyday) got spiked with PCP. He liked the taste of sweet things, much like me, we used to say we'd be alcoholics if alcohol and liquor actually tasted good and sweet, which is probably true, but anyway, it was him and mostly girls that got reckt hardcore, because he and the bitches were hitting up the punch bowl.
He didn't go to the hospital. He walked home, fucked as shit, through a bunch of orange clay after it'd rained, almost being hit by a MAC truck he walked in front of and stopped like a deer in the headlights, with the guy laying on the horn, and nearly rolling the truck trying to swerve to avoid him, and threw his boots across the kitchen table when he got home, which his mother had just cleaned, and waxed the floors. He couldn't get out of bed for 3 days. He said it was one time he really thought he was close to dying, and apparently, after finding this all out, he probably was, since he drank more punch than anyone there.
My dad had all sorts of fucked up drug stories he'd told me… The 70's was a great time to do drugs, and be a drug using kid. Wish I coulda been there…
Didn't read.
Anyway,
May 10th
No, Zodiac/Astrology shit is only good as a gateway to occult shit
Idk time, Iran
Not really. People insist on celebrating my birthday but I don't understand why.
My only birthday tradition is to light up a cigar and relax on my patio with a tall glass crammed full of ice that has an umbrella and a lemon on the glass, and a jug full of Arnold Palmer. -
2017-07-11 at 10:54 PM UTC
Originally posted by Captain Falcon Didn't read.
Anyway,
May 10th
No, Zodiac/Astrology shit is only good as a gateway to occult shit
Idk time, Iran
Not really. People insist on celebrating my birthday but I don't understand why.
My only birthday tradition is to light up a cigar and relax on my patio with a tall glass crammed full of ice that has an umbrella and a lemon on the glass, and a jug full of Arnold Palmer.
You should read it, it's actually a pretty good story -
2017-07-11 at 11:34 PM UTCwhatever cosmological event is closest to my birthday is when i celebrate it. two years ago we partied under the super moon lunar eclipse and this year we'll be headed down to yellowstone to check out the solar eclipse
you can buy my PII for $10 money order only
Originally posted by hydromorphone I also like tarot cards. I think it can be a good therapy tool
i agree. it'll get your mind working in a creative way to look at the situations you're in with a different light. ive always dug those art nouveau illustrations. if i were to learn to seriously illustrate then this style would come naturally
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