Do you have a dryer, OR newspaper? You know, for when your mother in the bathroom and you gotta 'nate somewhere on the floor.
Set your fucking house on fire and kill your mom and possible but unlikely siblings (they did have you) but not your dad.
Go on dadventures until he gets tired of you and wind up in Florida.
Drink until he abandons you, which is a likely course of action.
Play banjo for cash and make jack vids for cash on the fly. Live off of subsistence ice cream.
Now you fat and old in Florida playing the banjo. Go to Virginia. They like your kind. Talk about "the rough times" between the incomprehensibly sad slaps of vocal artillary that leave your Marlon Brando-esque jowels covered in calloused ice cream, you'll have the sad contentment of a life built off of a sad murder that happened in middle America that made you the person you are today.
To ellucidate, this ends in you still living until an age where nanotech can make you immortal yet can't render the body's shape any differently
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edited January 2010
Back when we were in college and not married, my wife had a jackass stepfather who was an alcoholic who was emotionally and verbally abusive, and was showing signs that he would soon cross over to physical abuse.
One day, when he was gone at work, I borrowed my dad's truck, got help from a friend, and moved all her stuff out to my parents' place. When he got home, there was no sign that she lived there at all.
My mom is currently in the other room, having some sort of psychotic breakdown while cursing my existence. She throwing stuff, smashing things, and she nearly punched me in the gut earlier. This all happened after my former-alcoholic aunt came over to try to make amends with my mother, as well as drop off a gift for my little sister. My mom, apparently convinced that this gift was actually some sort of insult to her, began screaming extremely rude and hurtful comments at her for the next half-hour. Tired of it, I walked out of the bomb shelter that had become my room, intending to calm my mother down and politely ask my aunt to leave, with the promise that I would have a more personal conversation with her later.
Instead, my mother screamed in rage in the background while I listened to her twin tell me on and on about how sorry she was for the past couple years. After finally politely telling her that now was perhaps a bad time, I turned to my mom to face down one of the largest shitstorms I've seen from her in quite a while. Besides being repeatedly called a loser and told that I'll never amount to anything, I was also told that in her educated opinion, my sleeping disorder was self-induced, and that her constant anger was generally my fault.
Fed up with listening to her tell me what a piece of shit I am, I walked back into my room, and locked the door.
Though this tends to happen every few days, this is the first time I'm going out on a limb to ask anyone else
What the fuck do I do?
This could also be a general friend/family/whathaveyou venting thread, I suppose.
oh boy get some liquor in my mom and that could be my house!
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They cast a shadow like a sundial in the morning light. It was half past 10.
My mom is currently in the other room, having some sort of psychotic breakdown while cursing my existence. She throwing stuff, smashing things, and she nearly punched me in the gut earlier. This all happened after my former-alcoholic aunt came over to try to make amends with my mother, as well as drop off a gift for my little sister. My mom, apparently convinced that this gift was actually some sort of insult to her, began screaming extremely rude and hurtful comments at her for the next half-hour. Tired of it, I walked out of the bomb shelter that had become my room, intending to calm my mother down and politely ask my aunt to leave, with the promise that I would have a more personal conversation with her later.
Instead, my mother screamed in rage in the background while I listened to her twin tell me on and on about how sorry she was for the past couple years. After finally politely telling her that now was perhaps a bad time, I turned to my mom to face down one of the largest shitstorms I've seen from her in quite a while. Besides being repeatedly called a loser and told that I'll never amount to anything, I was also told that in her educated opinion, my sleeping disorder was self-induced, and that her constant anger was generally my fault.
Fed up with listening to her tell me what a piece of shit I am, I walked back into my room, and locked the door.
Though this tends to happen every few days, this is the first time I'm going out on a limb to ask anyone else
What the fuck do I do?
This could also be a general friend/family/whathaveyou venting thread, I suppose.
oh boy get some liquor in my mom and that could be my house!
you and tommy should date
also apparently I missed your entire stay in Toronto! I am a silly goose!
My mom is currently in the other room, having some sort of psychotic breakdown while cursing my existence. She throwing stuff, smashing things, and she nearly punched me in the gut earlier. This all happened after my former-alcoholic aunt came over to try to make amends with my mother, as well as drop off a gift for my little sister. My mom, apparently convinced that this gift was actually some sort of insult to her, began screaming extremely rude and hurtful comments at her for the next half-hour. Tired of it, I walked out of the bomb shelter that had become my room, intending to calm my mother down and politely ask my aunt to leave, with the promise that I would have a more personal conversation with her later.
Instead, my mother screamed in rage in the background while I listened to her twin tell me on and on about how sorry she was for the past couple years. After finally politely telling her that now was perhaps a bad time, I turned to my mom to face down one of the largest shitstorms I've seen from her in quite a while. Besides being repeatedly called a loser and told that I'll never amount to anything, I was also told that in her educated opinion, my sleeping disorder was self-induced, and that her constant anger was generally my fault.
Fed up with listening to her tell me what a piece of shit I am, I walked back into my room, and locked the door.
Though this tends to happen every few days, this is the first time I'm going out on a limb to ask anyone else
What the fuck do I do?
This could also be a general friend/family/whathaveyou venting thread, I suppose.
oh boy get some liquor in my mom and that could be my house!
you and tommy should date
also apparently I missed your entire stay in Toronto! I am a silly goose!
Haha, well all less than 24 hours of it. I was promptly whisked off to Windsor to stay with a significantly saner family. It was a good time, and I'm going back next month! Toronto I will visit again, but another time, and for longer than 13 hours.
Trillian on
They cast a shadow like a sundial in the morning light. It was half past 10.
my dad is fantastic and supportive, but refuses to let go of my brother (who is incapable of living on his own as a result) and often believes that money a). will fix any problem, or b). is the ultimate gift, and should be met with total compliance to whatever his wishes are. This is how he was raised, though, so I don't fault him too much for that.
My mother is caring and loving, but also refuses to let go of my brother. She's using him as an excuse to remain a stay-at-home mom after her children grow up. How this has affected my brother is morally reprehensible on her part- he has suffered developmentally so that she can continue to watch soap operas. She's forgotten how to live in the real world.
my dad is fantastic and supportive, but refuses to let go of my brother (who is incapable of living on his own as a result) and often believes that money a). will fix any problem, or b). is the ultimate gift, and should be met with total compliance to whatever his wishes are. This is how he was raised, though, so I don't fault him too much for that.
My mother is caring and loving, but also refuses to let go of my brother. She's using him as an excuse to remain a stay-at-home mom after her children grow up. How this has affected my brother is morally reprehensible on her part- he has suffered developmentally so that she can continue to watch soap operas. She's forgotten how to live in the real world.
My mother kept putting off my brother getting his learners/license. Finally, as a gift, I paid for his drivers ed. still, she kept telling him not to worry about it, just wait, just wait. essentily doing the same thing as kazhiims parents, with the refusing to let go. around this time last year, he received his license. Five months later he dies in a car accident.
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Do the best you can with your mom, but don't hesitate to leave when you can
ME TOO
Shit what did they fucking do.
To ellucidate, this ends in you still living until an age where nanotech can make you immortal yet can't render the body's shape any differently
Cold or hot?
Also, Toaster Strudels are superior.
They added that frosting to it.
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One day, when he was gone at work, I borrowed my dad's truck, got help from a friend, and moved all her stuff out to my parents' place. When he got home, there was no sign that she lived there at all.
I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.
was raised by my grandparents though, and they are both cool except in certain things
I haven't seen my dad in over a decade and have no desire to
he tries to contact me via facebook but I never reply to his messages
but yeah, buck up tomms. focus on school, it'll be the way out of there
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cc_szUYJAYE
Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
I too enjoy tarts with blistering hot crust and amazingly frozen center
oh boy get some liquor in my mom and that could be my house!
They cast a shadow like a sundial in the morning light. It was half past 10.
The Apple Strudel are good hot, just like the Hot Fudge Sundae ones.
Also we all know Toaster Strudels are superior, this is without debate.
No man should have that kind of power.(Twitter)
there is no scientific way to evenly heat a toaster strudel
one side will always be cold
nasa is going to use them to terraform the sun
is this a reference to something?
you and tommy should date
also apparently I missed your entire stay in Toronto! I am a silly goose!
hot fudge sundae pop tarts rock
Holy shit, I can't believe this. I thought I just got a bad box or something.
I used to like them, the kids used to LOVE them. Now they taste like..like NOTHING.
No man should have that kind of power.(Twitter)
I just shattered my hand. OHH YEEEAAAHHHHHAHAHAH
^5
I still remember the first time I had one. It was like a warm delicious inside-out ice cream cone.
No man should have that kind of power.(Twitter)
Yeah, they're not even a little sweet. It's really fucking strange. I don't think it's the icing, it's had that for awhile, they're just... bland.
Haha, well all less than 24 hours of it. I was promptly whisked off to Windsor to stay with a significantly saner family. It was a good time, and I'm going back next month! Toronto I will visit again, but another time, and for longer than 13 hours.
They cast a shadow like a sundial in the morning light. It was half past 10.
Thanks, parentals
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If your name was Cheylin, you would be my cousin Cheylin
but they were far too sweet to be sustainable
Have you ever tried freezing them?
sometimes it's weird to wonder what my life would be life if they weren't so awesome
Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
ditto
toast the pop tart
break pop tart up into pieces
sprinkle pop tart pieces onto favorite ice cream
ENJOY THE FUCK OUT OF IT
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Only flavor I've had frozen was the mint chocolate chip, I'm gonna have to freeze a hot fudge one now.
No man should have that kind of power.(Twitter)
My mother is caring and loving, but also refuses to let go of my brother. She's using him as an excuse to remain a stay-at-home mom after her children grow up. How this has affected my brother is morally reprehensible on her part- he has suffered developmentally so that she can continue to watch soap operas. She's forgotten how to live in the real world.
they're pretty awesome that way too
I am convinced that this is the only explanation for them tolerating both of my sisters having to move back in with them.
she's been talking at us for like 30 minutes straight
Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
I don't remember having a good Brown Sugar/Cinnamon since they came out with Mango Guava and Dulce De Leche. Both of which were fucking horrible.
No man should have that kind of power.(Twitter)
My mother kept putting off my brother getting his learners/license. Finally, as a gift, I paid for his drivers ed. still, she kept telling him not to worry about it, just wait, just wait. essentily doing the same thing as kazhiims parents, with the refusing to let go. around this time last year, he received his license. Five months later he dies in a car accident.
Guess whose "fault" it was up until a month ago.