So yeah...I haven't been on here in forever then one day out of the blue I get a message that someone has gifted me with a three month subscription. Not really sure what that was about but I figured I would check things out and see how things were around here after nearly two years. Seems not much has changed.
Anyway, whoever did the gifting...thanks
Anyway, whoever did the gifting...thanks
This has got to be one of the funniest things I have ever read....at least in the past week or so anyway.
This was written by a guy... it's pretty damn smart. Girls -- Have a sense of humor!
This was written by a guy... it's pretty damn smart. Girls -- Have a sense of humor!
The 4th of July for me is a nightmare. While everyone is out blowing shit up, having cookouts and in general having a grand ol time I am locked in my house fighting off flash backs and anxiety attacks. PTSD and fireworks don't mix.....nope not at all.
I remember as a kid enjoying the hell out of going to the beach every year with my family and all the cousins and watching the fireworks shows. I remember the fun of it all and all the ooohs and aaahs of the big event. Now I find myself being caught off guard by random firecrackers and what not and involuntary spine chilling jerks of the body. Things are getting better though. I no longer dive for cover....at least not as often anyway.
After years of turning down invitations to 4th festivities the invitations finally stop coming in. It's a good thing too cause I finally ran out of good excuses why I couldn't be there for the party. Having to explain why I was laying in the dirt or under the house would have just been a bit too awkward you understand. One can only explain away the deer in the headlight look and the nervous twitch so many times. God forbid a scream should slip past these lips and frighten the other guests.
How could I have done such a thing. That poor 10 year old girl who thought it would be funny to sneak up and scare poor old uncle Steve. The look on her face as I turned around in an defensive posture with the look of murder on my face. I didn't even see her till it was too late. She never trusted me again. Like a light switch my mind had gone back to that place and just as quickly it was back again. My heart in my throat and the girl I loved so much in front of me with a look of total fear on her face. A fear she had never felt before and one I hope she never has to feel again. For those of you who like to automatically assume the worst, no I didn't hit her. Never laid a hand on her. The look of fear on her face came from seeing someone she loved at trusted turn so quickly into an animal that she didn't recognize.
Yeah....PTSD and fireworks don't mix......not at all.
I remember as a kid enjoying the hell out of going to the beach every year with my family and all the cousins and watching the fireworks shows. I remember the fun of it all and all the ooohs and aaahs of the big event. Now I find myself being caught off guard by random firecrackers and what not and involuntary spine chilling jerks of the body. Things are getting better though. I no longer dive for cover....at least not as often anyway.
After years of turning down invitations to 4th festivities the invitations finally stop coming in. It's a good thing too cause I finally ran out of good excuses why I couldn't be there for the party. Having to explain why I was laying in the dirt or under the house would have just been a bit too awkward you understand. One can only explain away the deer in the headlight look and the nervous twitch so many times. God forbid a scream should slip past these lips and frighten the other guests.
How could I have done such a thing. That poor 10 year old girl who thought it would be funny to sneak up and scare poor old uncle Steve. The look on her face as I turned around in an defensive posture with the look of murder on my face. I didn't even see her till it was too late. She never trusted me again. Like a light switch my mind had gone back to that place and just as quickly it was back again. My heart in my throat and the girl I loved so much in front of me with a look of total fear on her face. A fear she had never felt before and one I hope she never has to feel again. For those of you who like to automatically assume the worst, no I didn't hit her. Never laid a hand on her. The look of fear on her face came from seeing someone she loved at trusted turn so quickly into an animal that she didn't recognize.
Yeah....PTSD and fireworks don't mix......not at all.
I have awesome news that I just have to share with everyone I know....I've decided to take a new job...I'll be teaching English over seas....to underprivileged Asian hookers...
Yeah so something that has been on my mind a little here lately. What would you do if you were diagnosed with a disease lets say cancer or something along those lines and you were given one year to live? I know it's a question that gets asked pretty often here and there but it's been on my mind lately. A year seems like a really long time to most people but in the grand of things it's not really. So What would you do with your last year?
A little back story is required here I suppose. Not too long ago I went through all this. I started having stomach pains over a period of about a week and one night at work ended up doubled over and hardly able to move. I ended up in the Emergency Department going through test after test. After about two weeks of tests and scans of all sorts they told me that I had the beginnings of liver disease and that they had found a "suspicious" mass on my left adrenal gland. That sits just on top of your kidneys...Anyway, after much tests and poking and prodding they decided that the mass was benign but told me that "we" need to keep an eye on it. The liver thing is a bit of a different story. From what they said about that I suppose I'll be lucky to live into my 50's.
So with all that you can see why that kind of thing would happen to pop into my mind. I'd love to hear what ya'll would do with your last year assuming that you were still able to do anything you wanted and had nothing to loose anyway.
A little back story is required here I suppose. Not too long ago I went through all this. I started having stomach pains over a period of about a week and one night at work ended up doubled over and hardly able to move. I ended up in the Emergency Department going through test after test. After about two weeks of tests and scans of all sorts they told me that I had the beginnings of liver disease and that they had found a "suspicious" mass on my left adrenal gland. That sits just on top of your kidneys...Anyway, after much tests and poking and prodding they decided that the mass was benign but told me that "we" need to keep an eye on it. The liver thing is a bit of a different story. From what they said about that I suppose I'll be lucky to live into my 50's.
So with all that you can see why that kind of thing would happen to pop into my mind. I'd love to hear what ya'll would do with your last year assuming that you were still able to do anything you wanted and had nothing to loose anyway.
Yeah so I've been away for a while...okay a really long while. Anyway, recently a question of morality or ethics or whatever came up with a certain person I know. So this person...okay family member, sends a message talking about how impressed she is by comments made by a guy she knows. It's basically the same old bull shit rant about how porn is degrading to women and how men objectify women. It goes on about how porn fuels "the male rapist ethic" and how it detaches men from women and makes them view women as "nothing more than fuck machines and objects".
Okay so after deciphering this illiterate bone heads rant I felt that I just had to reply and clear up a few misconceptions for this family member. She's 15 and incredibly gullible, anyway, I thought I would ask around here and see what some of you thought about all that. Obviously being members of this particular community we don't see things this way so much.
I worked in the adult entertainment industry for quite a few years so I have my own experiences to draw from but I'd love some input from this vast knowledge base we have here....
Okay so after deciphering this illiterate bone heads rant I felt that I just had to reply and clear up a few misconceptions for this family member. She's 15 and incredibly gullible, anyway, I thought I would ask around here and see what some of you thought about all that. Obviously being members of this particular community we don't see things this way so much.
I worked in the adult entertainment industry for quite a few years so I have my own experiences to draw from but I'd love some input from this vast knowledge base we have here....
I am so fuckin tired. I feel like I haven't slept in days, mostly because I haven't really. All I do anymore is work. I really need to find a life outside of my work and actually make time for it. I did get a new toy recently though...
I can't wait for the weather to start clearing up
yup....people suck for sure....There is reallly no question about it left in my mind at all anymore.
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