Oh, what a tangled web we weave.
bastardfish's LJ stalker is sublimebud420!sublimebud420 is stalking you because another friend of yours told them you liked them. They are also prank calling you regularly!
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OH MY GOD MY SECRET IS OUT!
Which one of you squeeled, who snitched, snitches get stitches! You tried for a line drawing but you fucked up, you motherfucking idiot.
Anyhow, god knows what's up with me lately. I think it's give me shit time or something. For example. I left Best Buy a couple months ago, like beginning of March. I had over $2000 in my pocket when I left, in order to buy a car but I got a free one. Thus, spending money one hundred percent. Jessie got a job at Cold Stone Creamery in Royal Oak, and both her parents and my dad have got this crazy new fucking trip about "Oh, so now you work and Joe doesn't so he can just live off you and your paychecks?!" What?! I mean, sure, I don't have a job now, but that doesn't mean I don't have money, and that sure as fuck doesn't mean I'm living off the girl! The whole time between one month ago and every time time I've had money and known her, I've always thrown on gas (As a credit to Jessie, she does spend approximately ten a week strictly on the Southfield-Warren-Southfield trek just to see me, no to mention plus whatever miscellaneous shit we drive to.) and bought her food several times a week and various other cost-of-being-alive stuff. Hell, she's been getting paid at her new job already and I bought her National last night.
I guess that just really sets off one of my pet peeves pissed-off triggers. Most of these that I have boil down to the same vague concept, and that is implying that I am something that I consider myself above. Simply put, I view myself as too good for some stuff, especially on points involving the conflict of self discipline versus human instinct. To be human used to repulse me at times; this was probably just being a wacky teenager, but I still have a more practical mindset along the lines. Number one on that list- Being accused of lying or bullshitting when I'm not, or even being contested as to the concreteness of something I say and fully endorse. Bitch, when I tell you I'm right, I'm pretty likely to be right, and if nothing else, more likely to be right than you. That's just how it runs.
Fairly related to the above is people and trust. Trust is the single most important thing possible betweeen two people, and so many people make deliberate actions to compromise it, if not just completely throw it to the wind. I can probably count on one hand the number of people I can trust, if not less. Incorporating things like accountability, and like the secrecy thing, I'm guessing like two. Kelly Wickham, you are a noteworthy example of somebody that you can just fucking trust to no end and they'll hold you up. -heart- That and people not trusting me enough. Again, if I'm totally behind myself, then go with it. I'll seriously tell you how much doubt I'm in, no problem. I'm just not one of those people that totally need to act like they know everything everytime. I'm very very very willing to admit my mistakes and shortcomings. Yes, those who know me, I will admit when I think I'm right I'll argue the shit out of something. But hey, if you aren't confident in yourself, who do you think will be?
Honesty. Really, try to spend at least one whole day, a full twentyfour hours, making a point of being flat out honest with everyone. Okay, you probably won't be successful, just as I know I might not be, but it at least brings people to realize what they hide even from themselves, that we are by nature subtle and fucking underhanded creatures. I don't mean being honest as in being technically truthful, because we all know people that do that too. Not technically lying, but not exactly telling the whole truth. I've had a LOT of trouble with that sort of business in the last couple of months, and believe me, that was just plenty enough of it for me. I'm like a lightning strike victim that's grounded all their doorknobs against static shock. If you know what I mean.
Anyhow, I need to take a look for a job, so my parents and my inlaws or some shit will stop freaking out, and I'm already all set to finish up school in the fall, all enrolled and what have you not. Also, I indicated in several ways that Sunday night was a show at the KofC, and I lied cos it's Monday -tonight- at 5 pm. Sorry for any confusion this may have caused. Also, are there any other hip cats intending to vacate the parental premises around, fall-spring at the latest? I kind of have this thing going for a house in October, but it's one of those deals that might depend on my 4 friends staying as two couples. Hell, they can even switch girlfriends for all I care, I just want them to get a place down here as opposed to Lansing this year.
Whoa, bed, t-minus 03:38:00 until a certain girlfried kicks a certain boy awake.
PS Holy fuck Sarah Glaser! I almost forgot, but anyway Saturday I was like 'Yeah, I'm brushing my teeth and not wearing a shirt' cos I jsut thought Jessie was coming over, and that Jill Cansler and her boyfriend Rich were going to come by in like another ten minutes. Then, Jessie goes "Hey, you might want to check it out, you have company." Whatever, it's cool, just Jill and Rich sooner than expected. My last line on the phone with Jill before she came over was "Oh, hey, how is Sarah-well nevermind, I'll ask you when you get here." And what happens when I stroll out of my bathroom? WHOA, look who came north of the Mason-Dixon line! Sarah and her boyfriend Tim were magically in my livng room. I guess my facial expression was totally priceless. So that was great. I was like 'Okay, hug first, and then let me go find clothes.' It was no less than wacky. So yeah, she came up to get stuff out of storage, and we went and shot pool all together and it was fun. And she'd better actually write me this time, no excuses!
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From Go-Quiz.com
OH MY GOD MY SECRET IS OUT!
Which one of you squeeled, who snitched, snitches get stitches! You tried for a line drawing but you fucked up, you motherfucking idiot.
Anyhow, god knows what's up with me lately. I think it's give me shit time or something. For example. I left Best Buy a couple months ago, like beginning of March. I had over $2000 in my pocket when I left, in order to buy a car but I got a free one. Thus, spending money one hundred percent. Jessie got a job at Cold Stone Creamery in Royal Oak, and both her parents and my dad have got this crazy new fucking trip about "Oh, so now you work and Joe doesn't so he can just live off you and your paychecks?!" What?! I mean, sure, I don't have a job now, but that doesn't mean I don't have money, and that sure as fuck doesn't mean I'm living off the girl! The whole time between one month ago and every time time I've had money and known her, I've always thrown on gas (As a credit to Jessie, she does spend approximately ten a week strictly on the Southfield-Warren-Southfield trek just to see me, no to mention plus whatever miscellaneous shit we drive to.) and bought her food several times a week and various other cost-of-being-alive stuff. Hell, she's been getting paid at her new job already and I bought her National last night.
I guess that just really sets off one of my pet peeves pissed-off triggers. Most of these that I have boil down to the same vague concept, and that is implying that I am something that I consider myself above. Simply put, I view myself as too good for some stuff, especially on points involving the conflict of self discipline versus human instinct. To be human used to repulse me at times; this was probably just being a wacky teenager, but I still have a more practical mindset along the lines. Number one on that list- Being accused of lying or bullshitting when I'm not, or even being contested as to the concreteness of something I say and fully endorse. Bitch, when I tell you I'm right, I'm pretty likely to be right, and if nothing else, more likely to be right than you. That's just how it runs.
Fairly related to the above is people and trust. Trust is the single most important thing possible betweeen two people, and so many people make deliberate actions to compromise it, if not just completely throw it to the wind. I can probably count on one hand the number of people I can trust, if not less. Incorporating things like accountability, and like the secrecy thing, I'm guessing like two. Kelly Wickham, you are a noteworthy example of somebody that you can just fucking trust to no end and they'll hold you up. -heart- That and people not trusting me enough. Again, if I'm totally behind myself, then go with it. I'll seriously tell you how much doubt I'm in, no problem. I'm just not one of those people that totally need to act like they know everything everytime. I'm very very very willing to admit my mistakes and shortcomings. Yes, those who know me, I will admit when I think I'm right I'll argue the shit out of something. But hey, if you aren't confident in yourself, who do you think will be?
Honesty. Really, try to spend at least one whole day, a full twentyfour hours, making a point of being flat out honest with everyone. Okay, you probably won't be successful, just as I know I might not be, but it at least brings people to realize what they hide even from themselves, that we are by nature subtle and fucking underhanded creatures. I don't mean being honest as in being technically truthful, because we all know people that do that too. Not technically lying, but not exactly telling the whole truth. I've had a LOT of trouble with that sort of business in the last couple of months, and believe me, that was just plenty enough of it for me. I'm like a lightning strike victim that's grounded all their doorknobs against static shock. If you know what I mean.
Anyhow, I need to take a look for a job, so my parents and my inlaws or some shit will stop freaking out, and I'm already all set to finish up school in the fall, all enrolled and what have you not. Also, I indicated in several ways that Sunday night was a show at the KofC, and I lied cos it's Monday -tonight- at 5 pm. Sorry for any confusion this may have caused. Also, are there any other hip cats intending to vacate the parental premises around, fall-spring at the latest? I kind of have this thing going for a house in October, but it's one of those deals that might depend on my 4 friends staying as two couples. Hell, they can even switch girlfriends for all I care, I just want them to get a place down here as opposed to Lansing this year.
Whoa, bed, t-minus 03:38:00 until a certain girlfried kicks a certain boy awake.
PS Holy fuck Sarah Glaser! I almost forgot, but anyway Saturday I was like 'Yeah, I'm brushing my teeth and not wearing a shirt' cos I jsut thought Jessie was coming over, and that Jill Cansler and her boyfriend Rich were going to come by in like another ten minutes. Then, Jessie goes "Hey, you might want to check it out, you have company." Whatever, it's cool, just Jill and Rich sooner than expected. My last line on the phone with Jill before she came over was "Oh, hey, how is Sarah-well nevermind, I'll ask you when you get here." And what happens when I stroll out of my bathroom? WHOA, look who came north of the Mason-Dixon line! Sarah and her boyfriend Tim were magically in my livng room. I guess my facial expression was totally priceless. So that was great. I was like 'Okay, hug first, and then let me go find clothes.' It was no less than wacky. So yeah, she came up to get stuff out of storage, and we went and shot pool all together and it was fun. And she'd better actually write me this time, no excuses!