Originally posted by Fonaplats
No way I am paying for this shit. Basically I can abandon it and lose my security deposit. Or I best case scenario, my landlord sides with me that I should be let out of my lease. More than likely I will have to go downtown and fill out paper work and it will be a headache to get any satisfaction and I might not even win. Anyways, I am a spiteful person and I love attention so you bet your ass I will gladly see them in court. As it sits not I doubt they will do anything or any of this will get resolved. Im just going to have to take it on the chin but I am cutting my losses with this shit before I get fucked any more by my sand nigger slum lord jedi.
I can afford $650 rent and utilities. So with that said I am looking.
Soooooo you’re going to lose your security deposit to avoid paying a $250 electric bill? Sounds legit,
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Im pretty wary of handing cash over to organizations - although that really is the most efficient way to do things. Just at least once a month i go out and hand out care packages to homeless folks. Usually just whatever non perishable stuff I can find at the 99 cent store plus shampoo, toothpaste, razors, radios, toiletries, etc.
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Originally posted by Solstice
Casper used to joke that he had so much dope ground up into his carpet that a square of it would cause an overdose. Your lamp won't get me high.
I actually wasn’t joking. Ofc you’d immediately die from sepsis, but I feel like it could be worth it.
15 years worth of spills and crumbs from every drug I ever used or sold. Up until a year or do ago, I was still finding > 1g chunks of tar dried and matted into the carpet in the corners of the room from when I’d buy a brick and smash it with a hammer to break it up. Lil chunks would always shoot across the room.
Vintage heroin stuck to carpet develops some really nice flavor. All the vinegary taste mellows out and it just tastes really sweet.
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Ummmmm lets see. I eat when I'm bored. I got my teeth kicked in. I alternate between being incredibly introverted and being brutally honest, unable to find a happy medium in between. My back is curved. I have bitch tits. My dick looks weird on my gigantic fat body. I'm prone to anger and start arguments. I'm an awful judge of character bc I try too hard to give people credit even when they're probably massive pieces of shit. I'm easily able to rationalize away my responsibility for my part in the destruction and harm of other people, bc I completely own my fuckups so I feel like I shouldn't have to shoulder any extra burden (even though that's not the way any of this works). Ummmmm......I fantasize about being killed doing something heroic to lend meaning and balance to my otherwise bleak and squandered and sterile existence. I'm not super lazy I just don't have the energy to do much of anything anymore. I live in a room stacked with moving boxes and piles of clothes, electronics and other assorted bullshit. I'm late every single day to work. My hands shake and my heart pounds in my head when I get angry. Same thing when I have to do any kind of public speaking. I get anxiety often now, even though in my head I'm calm but it's unsettling to have my body do things I don't want it to do. I'm a disappointment as a son. I probably won't choose to see my father again before he dies- it's just doesn't feel high on my list of priorities right now. I've done some pretty reprehensible shit. I have no idea who I really am, and sometimes it's next to impossible for me to untangle myself from the criminal, impulsive, sometimes violent persona that I created for myself to feel more masculine and whole as the shiftless, drug addicted son of a single mother. I drove high. It's a miracle I didn't kill anyone. Early on I cut my product. I ripped people off. I overcharged friends. I stole from people. I lied a lot. I pawned my moms jedielry. I felt oddly fulfilled and turned on when a girl asked me to choke and hit her and hold her down. I have zero fashion sense. I hate my taste in music. I'm not nearly as talented or intelligent as anyone ever gave me credit for. I'm boring and just barely above average by every conceivable metric. I feel like it's my job to right wrongs and put people in their place. I'm often depressed. Thinking about killing myself is so routine that it's kind of just an intellectual exercise now. I'm not even unhappy, I'm just okay- but that scares the shit out of me that maybe that's all the rest of my life is. Not a lot scares me anymore bc the scariest thing was feeling yourself melt away and be completely out of control and have no idea who you are anymore.
And I leave laundry in the washer too long bc my attention span is shit so half the time it gets mildewed and I have to re wash it.
That's the only stuff I can think of off the top of my head that's probably passed any statute of limitations.
Good shit. Certainly won't be used against me at a later date. Lol.
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I really dont give a fuck about any of this, but this just caught my eye and im dying laughing
And Ciaramella worked with a Democratic National Committee operative who dug up dirt on the Trump campaign during the 2016 election, inviting her into the White House for meetings, former White House colleagues said. The operative, Alexandra Chalupa , a Ukrainian-American who supported Hillary Clinton, led an effort to link the Republican campaign to the Russian government.
Thats a chalupa if ever ive seen one. HOW UNFORTUNATE.
Had a mac computer on which my only entertainment was groliers encyclopedia (which had sweet 3D video clips and audio) and these 2 games:
Later on we got that sweet 56kbps internet and I remember spending a whole 90 min watching a tenacious d music video on windows media player home page bc it would play for 2 or 3 records and then have to buffer for 1 min,
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Originally posted by Technologist
What are your worse things? Just curious, a few things come to mind for me, but what are your “things”?
Making mistakes that you can't take back, and having to live with the consequences. Living with guilt. Watching people you love suffer as a result of your decisions.
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The trick is to envelop the soup in a watertight pouch of molten toasted cheese, and then eat it in one bite like a tide pod and feel the deep meaty juices warm your loins
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Damn this dude gives me hope for the future. Hopefully I grow up to be a strong principled father like that. Idk who this dude is but he seems like some kinda hippie beach jesus
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