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posted by pod
on Monday April 28, @05:47PM
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An anonymous coward writes "I've decided to abstain from the bar scene for an extended period of time since these fucks are a bunch of drunk, ill-mannered, criminal, rude, cunt rash fucks, in general, that are not worth fucking speaking. The only reason most not all, of these "people" migrate at the bars day after day is that their own lives are not fulfilling that's why they, most, hang in the bars day after day. And don't even try to talk about something of substance with these folks. Don't get me wrong I love sports but come on guys and galls especially, there's more to talk about than sports and --for you "ladies"-- remembering aka "listening" to your superficial conversations.
Folks who want peace in your life, here's a piece of unsolicited advice---do more with your life folks--anything else-- than hang with the bar scum day after day. As one of the load mouth ignorant baby making cunt rashes, named Roddy--what a stupid name -- said "...you came to me.." He's unfortunately right (nothing worse than an enemy being correct)."
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| When 'Love' Makes You Want To Whip Something Out a |
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posted by pod
on Wednesday April 23, @02:36AM
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Lennera writes "So I am thinking that I rushed into this engagement thing a little too fast. All my "Fiance" and I do is fight. He gets compulsive about how CDs are put away in their sleeves when the only clean spot in his room are the walls. Everything else is covered in stuff and hasn't been dusted in what has to be months.
I asked for us to go and spend time in the nice weather outside for dinner. Either with a picnic or sitting on the patio at a restaurant. He agrees and I barely get out of my work with part of my ass. My boss had gotten chewed out by her boss which meant that I was in for worse.
After an exceedingly stressful hour and ten minute drive in my work clothes, I wander in and expected a nice welcome home. F--k no apparently! I barely get into a dining room chair (no hug from my daughter who is watching TV, again) when everyone starts jabbering.
He's trying to rush me out the door even though I asked to be able to change out of my work clothes. Apparently my daughter had been asking for a snack and hungry for some time before I got home. But of course he didn't give her a snack because he was afraid she wouldn't eat. Give me a f--king break! Then, everyone expected me to say " Hell Yeah, let's walk two miles to the restaurant then back again! Whoo!"
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posted by pod
on Tuesday April 01, @06:02AM
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Tweek writes "This is so fucking gay. This girl and I were together for almost three months. 3 days before our 3 month anniversary I'm talking to her on the computer and shes like "Oh, I love u so much baby, i'm never gonna leave u." So later on i'm talking to her on the phone and shes like "I'm so excited, friday's gonna be our third month anniversary." I get off the phone with her and call her back about a half hour later and what does she do, she breaks up with me. Now it's thursday, I havent talked to her since our breakup and she gets on AIM, she tells me the reason she broke up with me is she doesnt love me. Now it's two weeks later, i'm still kinda bummed about all this and I feel like i'm going out of my mind, I would sit there, alone, in the dark and watch the same movies over and over again, so anyway it's two weeks later on friday and I'm over in the town where she lives and Im looking for a place to stay, so I'm going all over town looking for a place to stay and someone tells me that she wants to talk to me. So I'm over at her house and shes telling me how she has this new boyfriend (who's one of my good friends I might add) and hes been living with her and shit. So i'm like "Well I gotta go because I gotta find a place to stay" and she goes and asks her mom, so I end up sleeping on her couch and her boyfriend comes home and shes playing a bunch of songs she used to play when her and I were together and her and her boyfriend are having sex so I have to sleep with my MP3 player on. Two days pass, it's sunday and I go over to her house to give her back a cd of hers and also try to find a cd of mine. I walk up to the door and I'm like "Here's ur cd, is my cd here" and shes like "No" so im like "Can u go check for me and shes like "No" so I leave and meet up with my buddy who lived with her when I lived with her and I'm like "can you go check to see if my cd is there" and he does. When he comes back shes with him and she is PISSED. She says "When I told u that I wouldnt go check for the cd thats because I knew it wasnt there, if u ever show up at my house again, I'm gonna call the cops." So I'm like WTF. It's been two weeks since then and I get a message from her on Myspace saying "I got something important to tell u, please call me." So I call her and shes like "O I miss u" and "I'm so sorry for everything." WTF is her problem, why cant she make up her mind, cant she see that this is torture, I love this girl to death and shes fucking with me. WTF is going on"
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posted by pod
on Sunday March 16, @09:02AM
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Anonymous Coward writes "This is a fucikng long story and I hate to tell it but o well here it goes. I married and pregnant with my 3 kid. I'm only 18. My husband used to bitch that we needed money so i get a job.Then he tells me that we don't have sex enough. So the one night that we do get to sleep with each other he wants to sleep. So when hes half asleep I start doing my thing to let him know i want to fuck. So he fingers me for 2 seconds sticks his dick in me and nuts. Leaving me high and dry. do you belive that. so im horny as fuck and he dont care. Im so sick of being let down over and over again. he wont take a shower with me and he wont even touch me anymore. we haven't been together for 2 years and sex is gone. fucking gone! how the fuck can he not care? i mean i know im not the greatest thing to look at but fucking a your my husband do me like you at least love me. not like your paying me for the hour. sorry not hour min. im so pissed off right now i cant stop shaking. please tell me if you think im over reacting."
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| I was framed at skool for a crime i ddnt commit! |
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posted by pod
on Wednesday February 27, @05:35AM
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FuckedupKouta writes "After returning from the chemistry lab, with our teacher Mr. Ramzi, we all went to math class.During that time, maybe before, Mr.Ramzi's agenda was stolen.By who?Noone knew yet.Students all gave ideas or possible whereabouts that the agenda could have been,but no luck.Last period, i open my bag and guess what i find in it.You guessed it, the agenda!Whatwas i to do, i hadnt done it...i didnt think very long before racing over to the principle,mr. joe,'s office and giving it to him.He was shocked to find ME giving him the agenda, im not really known for being THAT kind of person.I told him i didnt do it, and he believed me.The search was on, we had to find out who placed the agenda in my bag.The next morning, the principle called us each out of the class room for some questions.After that was over, Mr.joe came in to tell us the results,there were 5 suspects:Zeina, who hasa history of stealing;Bassam, a kid sitting next to me in the physics period weho hates Mr.Ramzi;Nadim,MY EX-BOYFRIEND(i dumped him!);Marvin,who i ddnt really know that well; and Joy; a really good friend of mine who was suposedly seen close to my desk before the incedint.
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posted by pod
on Tuesday January 08, @12:14PM
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Anonymous Coward writes "First, I am a recovering crack addict who has been sober..sober up until today. Well where to even start...ok so i ended up finding my secret stash that i had hidden awile ago and just lost it there was about 15 rocks so i just smoked them all. Right when i came to i realized that i didnt smoke crack i smoked crystal meth. it was then that i remember that i used to sell the meth to get money for my crack. i was so happy to be alive!! but the happiness soon faded when i realized that i was now addicted to meth, it was like at that instant i needed more!!!! so i snapped out of it and was all like shit i feel like a different person. i knew i was in deep shit though. im going to check myself in rehab in like a week but im might be a meth addict as well as a crack addict now, i find that to be unsettling. so i was really disturbed by that fact that i went out drinking with a bunch of my friends we went to a club where i accidently took an unbelievable amount of LSD. next thing i knew when i woke up i was in a musty smelling hotel room in a lumpy bed and when i turned my head i noticed there was $50 on the nightstand and 2 very used crack pipes. so i hitch hiked back to my apartment and got onto this website and i feel much better after telling my story. i am looking forward to a healthy recovery in rehab. wish me luck!"
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| Life is a rose with too many thorns |
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posted by pod
on Thursday January 03, @03:40AM
from the Uplifting dept.
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killyourself123 writes "Please, Please stop writing about how "shitty" your upper middle class life is.
If you want to end it, please do.
Go fuck yourself, you are right, you should die.
Go fuck yourself, please die, no one loves you.
P.S. I fucked your mom and now she hates you to.
Hoped you enjoyed the bullshit title you worthless piece of stupid shit"
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| Corrupt mtfkers rule the world so whats the point? |
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posted by pod
on Thursday December 06, @04:29PM
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Dead Lily writes "I just hate it that everythign I ever wanted is bullshit. Politics are bullshit, art is bullshit, but there is no more bullshit industry than the music industry. Goddamn bullshit! Why the hell do fucking artists allow major labels to have such fucking shitty clauses on contracts? What's the point of trying to make it as a band at ALL if in the end you're just going to end up owing the labels money, or if you don't have a label and you don't live in a country with indie labels you're just fucked, CLEARLY you're music is NOT good enough for anyone to fucking care about. What's the point? And what's the point of being president? You start out with ideals but you can't GET ANYWHERE if you aren't Corrupt. get it, ANYwHERE! NOWHERE, nofuckingway! So what's the point of fighting corruption in ANY industry (yeah politics to me IS an industry), the people that are corrupt are the still the ones controlling your ass anyway!"
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| my gf takes sleeping pills and goes NUTS |
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posted by pod
on Wednesday November 28, @11:50AM
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Just Another Bitchy Child writes "Been dating this girl for 8 months now and I was really starting to fall in love with her. We had a rocky start. We were both pretty much each other's rebound after we both broke up with our X's. Next thing I knew we were pretty serious. We have a few issues, mainly that we're 3 hours away from each other because of school and she's a little crazy, but honestly the thing that's been bothering me is her damn sleeping pills. She has a hard time getting to sleep, so she tends to take this that or the other to get herself to sleep. The problem is the things make her fucking batty. One second she'll be weirdly giggly, then next she be 100% stuck on some half baked sounding idea that's she's too messed up to even explain anyway. That part wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't ALWAYS followed by her freaking out, she'll cry completely out of the blue and there's never a thing I can do to stop it. Whenever I try I find myself being blamed for whatever the hell is wrong with her at the time. This tends to go on until 2-4 in the fucking morning. Which is great when you've got a class in 3 hours. I'd just hang up on her, but god knows what she'd freak out about then. Whatever little complaints about me she may have. If she doesn't quit those damned things we're not going to last much longer."
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