Damn. I think I may need to hit an RP area again soon so I can develop a character personality properly. I don't *know* my main character as well as I should.
You know what's bullshit? I had like a complete dry spell for almost 6 months. I get a girlfriend and now hot women left and right are throwing me their numbers.
And I know they'll all be taken by the time I'm single again. It's just not fair. I hate my life.
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edited July 2007
I just realized my last post would be extremely ironic if I were rocking my Malcolm Reynolds av/sig theme.
I just want to find one that's not fucking crazy. I know they're out there. They have to be. But where the fuck do they keep hiding?
This is also a concern of mine. Nothing more do I fear than ending up with a girl who turns out to be batshit nutballs. That's just bad huju right there.
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I just want to find one that's not fucking crazy. I know they're out there. They have to be. But where the fuck do they keep hiding?
This is also a concern of mine. Nothing more do I fear than ending up with a girl who turns out to be batshit nutballs. That's just bad huju right there.
You want to talk about finding out your girl is batshit nutballs? My last girlfriend invited me over to her house to watch a movie. I figure fuck, it's early enough, why not. So I head out there and I run into her brother and he offers me up shots of Everclear. I graciously accept. Now this girl had been trying to get in my pants for at least a year before this, but I always said no, it was a bad idea. But now, Mr. Everclear had other ideas and we ended up doing it that night. The next morning, I wake up still just slightly blitzed, and she's all talking about a relationship and I don't want to be a dick and tell her that I only doinked her because I was drunker than hell so I tell her I'll get back to her. The next thing I hear, she breaks up with her then-boyfriend (who I didn't know existed until after the deed) and starts calling me all the time. I ask her to meet me at this party, and she does and she brings me tequila. I decide maybe this girl isn't so bad and the situation repeats itself.
Fast forward 4 months and I'm an alcoholic by this point. She's getting me drunk every time she sees me because she knows I won't break up with her in that state. I found out that she actually orchestrated me getting drunk that first night, she had the whole thing planned. So I got really pissed and broke up with her on New Years Eve, exactly 1 minute before the ball dropped.
But yeah, basically I attract crazies that get me drunk to take advantage of me and turn me into a dumbass.
Girl visited me from Australia and I spent one year crying every night afterwards, and two more years after that before I got over her.
You missed out on some awesome, probably, but you may have also missed out on some emo.
That said, if your circumstances become better, later, -call the goddamn number-.
She's not on the other side of the world. Really it's just five hours. Still, you know, it's five hours.
Well, I'm going to call her and be friendly and see what happens at least. I didn't ask for her number, she kind of thrust it upon me, so she'd be expecting one anyway. Don't want to be rude.
I couldn't manage a relationship that was 45 minutes away, so, :P.
Chaos: My last crazy girlfriend was always trying to get me to drink, smoke pot, or, when she was still under age, fuck her illegally.
One of the many reasons it's good that I'm uptight.
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Hahahaha: I finally got the temperature back down, and lo and behold, a flow of awesome psychological information on my character. Gonna make him hate women and seek the approval of men because after his mother died his father became impossible to get attention from, to the point where he started cutting his hands (being a librarian's kid, paper cuts started it, etc) to get momentary bursts of fatherly care, eventually leading to him leaving to get involved in his father's old interests to impress him.
Damn I'm awesome when I'm not overheating.
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A friend of mine got me shitfaced once just to see what would happen. I blacked out before I could do anything stupid/memorable, but the next morning I woke up in his bed. Apparently we had been in disagreement over who should get to sleep on it that night, and decided to fight for it. Long story short, I kicked his ass all the way out of his own house and down the block to his girlfriend's place, where he had to sleep on the couch because he was too hammered for her liking.
And I would've nailed her to the wall, but I was also too drunk for her liking. I guess she didn't want to get all worked up just to be foiled by Whiskey Dick. Can't say I blame her.
One last crazy story before I go to bed: Said jail bait once tried to get me to take date rape pills so she could fuck me without me statutorily raping her. When that failed, she eventually dumped me for an older man. Who was also a virgin.
One last crazy story before I go to bed: Said jail bait once tried to get me to take date rape pills so she could fuck me without me statutorily raping her. When that failed, she eventually dumped me for an older man. Who was also a virgin.
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Night folks.
Hahaha. Man that's horrible. You win.
Goodnight.
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One last crazy story before I go to bed: Said jail bait once tried to get me to take date rape pills so she could fuck me without me statutorily raping her. When that failed, she eventually dumped me for an older man. Who was also a virgin.
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Night folks.
You really should've fucked her. She sounds like she would've been a lot of fun.
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Goddamn my inner emo.
I kinda like it. They did that in the 50s and 60s and it makes everything confusing.
Of course, the person who has written every song you've ever heard is Woody Guthrie. But I'm sure you already know that.
About 90%, yeah. The other 10% were written by Billy Steinberg and Tom Kelly.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
But we all know that Neil Diamond was ghostwriting all her material.
He was just cribbing from Johnny Mercer anyway.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
ah. then I guess I have to say I love the iron and wine version. not sure about the original.
I hate how my artistic abilities die when the temperature gets above 75 degrees.
ice sculptor?
Ice starts melting at a much lower temperature than 75 degrees, man.
Fantasy writing/sketching.
The temperature hit 75 degrees, and suddenly my hand starts locking up and my brain stops pouring out awesome.
I had an enormous, silly crush on this girl for like all winter and spring, but am a pussy and did nothing.
Just two days ago we started talking online, and she gave me her number. She seems very interested in me.
Problem?
During the summer, she lives in Ohio. By the time she's moved back here, I'll be gone.
... I think I just learned myself a lesson.
Never fall in love with women who live on the other side of the planet.
Feel free to laugh at me, chat, so that I may learn this lesson harder.
Girl visited me from Australia and I spent one year crying every night afterwards, and two more years after that before I got over her.
You missed out on some awesome, probably, but you may have also missed out on some emo.
That said, if your circumstances become better, later, -call the goddamn number-.
Seriously, there's no excuse for that shit. Especially when there's nothing stopping you from acting.
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Damn. I think I may need to hit an RP area again soon so I can develop a character personality properly. I don't *know* my main character as well as I should.
And I know they'll all be taken by the time I'm single again. It's just not fair. I hate my life.
And so I think I will.
If you run they chase, and so forth.
Could be worse. I've never been in a real relationship, so I've -never- had (non-creepy internet) women throw their numbers at me.
Too bad my current environment sucks for finding one.
They turn you into horrible creatures that do terrible things.
Terrible things that feel so right.
If I didn't want to actually have an emotional and intellectual connection with them.
Or a lack of absolute horror.
Being a -real- romantic sucks for getting laid.
Though I suspect this is a common feeling that resonates throughout this forum.
The only one I know of who isn't batshit crazy (I love my batshit crazy gals, mind you) is a Buddhist.
Maybe you need to find Enlightenment.
Her biggest fault is she's a drow fangirl.
The obvious answer is to start looking for girls in places you haven't looked yet.
As it stands, though, I'm swimming in a sea of /facepalm.
You want to talk about finding out your girl is batshit nutballs? My last girlfriend invited me over to her house to watch a movie. I figure fuck, it's early enough, why not. So I head out there and I run into her brother and he offers me up shots of Everclear. I graciously accept. Now this girl had been trying to get in my pants for at least a year before this, but I always said no, it was a bad idea. But now, Mr. Everclear had other ideas and we ended up doing it that night. The next morning, I wake up still just slightly blitzed, and she's all talking about a relationship and I don't want to be a dick and tell her that I only doinked her because I was drunker than hell so I tell her I'll get back to her. The next thing I hear, she breaks up with her then-boyfriend (who I didn't know existed until after the deed) and starts calling me all the time. I ask her to meet me at this party, and she does and she brings me tequila. I decide maybe this girl isn't so bad and the situation repeats itself.
Fast forward 4 months and I'm an alcoholic by this point. She's getting me drunk every time she sees me because she knows I won't break up with her in that state. I found out that she actually orchestrated me getting drunk that first night, she had the whole thing planned. So I got really pissed and broke up with her on New Years Eve, exactly 1 minute before the ball dropped.
But yeah, basically I attract crazies that get me drunk to take advantage of me and turn me into a dumbass.
She's not on the other side of the world. Really it's just five hours. Still, you know, it's five hours.
Well, I'm going to call her and be friendly and see what happens at least. I didn't ask for her number, she kind of thrust it upon me, so she'd be expecting one anyway. Don't want to be rude.
Chaos: My last crazy girlfriend was always trying to get me to drink, smoke pot, or, when she was still under age, fuck her illegally.
One of the many reasons it's good that I'm uptight.
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Hahahaha: I finally got the temperature back down, and lo and behold, a flow of awesome psychological information on my character. Gonna make him hate women and seek the approval of men because after his mother died his father became impossible to get attention from, to the point where he started cutting his hands (being a librarian's kid, paper cuts started it, etc) to get momentary bursts of fatherly care, eventually leading to him leaving to get involved in his father's old interests to impress him.
Damn I'm awesome when I'm not overheating.
Since then, he has refused to drink with me.
Pussy.
Edit:
You should've nailed his girlfriend, too.
And I would've nailed her to the wall, but I was also too drunk for her liking. I guess she didn't want to get all worked up just to be foiled by Whiskey Dick. Can't say I blame her.
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Night folks.
Hahaha. Man that's horrible. You win.
Goodnight.