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He's been seeming real nice on the boards, but in reality when it's just us hanging out he seems more like this...



I kind of dig this shit.

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May post more at some time.

I posted a rant about my buddy that was being a douche, and using unemployment for frivolous things. Well, the plan was that we pick up someone in Phoenix (which is two hours away) and then a week later we were going to take her back. We paid him for the initial drive up there, and back. He said he would cover for the return drive to drop off said person. The whole week, every time we hung out with him, he said that yeah, we were going to Phoenix again. Then tonight he ends up telling me and roomie that he didn't know what the plan was and that we didn't let him know what was going on. He didn't out right say that he didn't have the money for it, all he said was "I thought she was going to catch a bus back." So, he ended up trying to drag me into it by getting me to ask roomie what the plan was, when the whole time I kept telling him to ask him. He finally asked roomie and ended up getting into a huge argument over it. He contradicted himself multiple times and got a dick in his ass when he was called on it. As a result, he got pissed, said the trip wasn't happening then logged off.
So, in retaliation for his stupidity and trying to make us look like the bad guys, we reported him for unemployment fraud.  I doubt that they will throw him in the slammer for it or even fine his ass, but his unemployment will be stopped for the duration of the investigation.

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Seriously, wtf.

Didn't know where to post this. I dressed up Von Melee and Kaz 

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Materialism. That's the bottom line of why I hate Xmas so much. It's only about who can buy who the most expensive THING or the most things for their families. It's not about family anymore, I don't think it has been in my life time. Xmas was supposed to be about togetherness, the one time of year when you get to see people you don't see all year around, or a time when your supposed to be merry or jolly or whatever the fuck other word you'd like to use for that. Xmas makes us bitter to no end, the people with so-called holiday cheer are lying to themselves and have probably already maxed out their credit cards for their family members on gifts that are probably never going to be used. I piss on their idea of what xmas is. Its become an excuse to be more materialistic. But hey! your buying SHIT for your family, and that's not selfish is it? I'm spending MONEY on my family and buying them stupid shit. So that redeems everything right?! The days when people used to make gifts are gone. Like making a plate of cookies for your neighbor, knitting a god awful sweater, making ornaments, etc. Those days are gone forever. Now if you end up making a plate of cookies for someone or take the time to do one of the above mentioned for someone they look at you like your a cheap ass. Like they expected you to give them a fucking laptop for xmas! Xmas has always made me bitter. Since I was a child, xmas had always been about money. Mom used to say, quite frequently i might add, "There won't be a christmas this year because we can't afford it!" or "Your not getting anything for xmas because we can't afford it!" but we could never afford it... I didn't want stuff. I wanted the family stability that most people take for granted. I wanted my parents to get along, I wanted the family dinner, I didn't care what we ate, as long as it was as a family.
So, now I refuse to like xmas, I refuse to give in to the materialism that is now xmas. Xmas puts me in one of the worst moods, bringing back all the shitty memories of past xmases that are burned into the back of my mind ever so clearly. I understand why people kill themselves around the holidays, and its not because of the forementioned. All I want is to have my closest friends and family around me. I want to be able to make them a great big dinner, so we can sit around the table talking about anything and everything. Xmas makes me want to punch people and cry at the same time.

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...who irritates the living shit outta me. I don't know why I continue to stay friends with him. I can't stand to even be in the same room with him anymore. But this wasn't always the case. At one point he was a good person. He used to be in the airforce and ended up being booted for a section 8 or article 32 or whatever it is now days. He WAS truly an awesome friend. It wasn't until after he got out of the military he got this "holier than thou" attitude with everyone. He was stationed in Germany so now everything he does or anything that is mentioned is related to his days when he was back in Germany. (we make fun of him hardcore for that) I think I started resenting him moreso after he pulled this shit and got us arrested. For what you might ask? Stealing road construction flags. The cop managed to see him do it so he pulled us over and my friend just started running his damn mouth and got us all arrested. Thankfully we didn't go to jail that night, but we all still got cited for it. FOR HIS STUPIDITY! Needless to say, me and the other occupant of the car got our cases dismissed, so I shouldn't be angry anymore right? Wrong. I still hold a grudge against him for it regardless of the outcome of the case.
As of now, though, he's living off the state, off of tax payers money. He's got food stamps and he's got unemployment. Is he paying his rent? No. He's living at home with his parents using tax payers money to buy stupid things, like for example, a Wii, an E-cigarette, and other mindless electronics that he doesn't need. What bugs me the most is not that he buys these things, that's his business, but that he has the balls to brag to me about it when he does. Knowing that our household is doing all it can to stay afloat with three of us being unemployed with no monetary support other than the only one room mate that pays rent.
I'm really actually angry that he's using that money to buy nothing but playthings as well. I really feel that if you are receiving money from the state for unemployment then you should be using it for necessities, I.E. rent, gas money to find another job, toiletries etc. I just feel that he needs a good punch in the nuts for being so selfish and stupid. He only gives his parents a grand for rent when he's been unemployed and not paying rent since January. 

I think the whole point of this rant is what I should do. Should I continue being friends with this soulless piece of human waste or just end it until he grows up or what? At this point I have limited my communication with him to a bare minimum of if he calls me or shows up at my house. Two of my roomies are friends with him as well and it would be difficult to just cut off communication completely.  What do I do?

Made this amazing hot buttered rum mix for anyone interested in it.

Ingredients

    * 1 stick unsalted butter, softened
    * 2 cups light brown sugar
    * 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
    * 1/2 teaspoon grated nutmeg
    * Pinch ground cloves
    * Pinch salt
    * Bottle dark rum
    * Boiling water

Directions

In a bowl, cream together the butter, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and salt. Refrigerate until almost firm. Spoon about 2 tablespoons of the butter mixture into 12 small mugs. Pour about 3 ounces of rum into each mug (filling about halfway). Top with boiling water (to fill the remaining half), stir well, and serve immediately.

I managed to make it with salted butter just fine and it tasted the same. I also used Sailor Jerry's rum.  Lemme know what you guys think.

I'm at a standstill where I can actually write.Creativity is oozing out of my ears. I believe its called sleep deprivation but I can't be too sure... My waking world and dream world lapse as they have in the past and I just can't quite pinpoint the exact moment it does so. Its not to the point where it becomes an actual problem... like when you wake up and realize you have just walked into the kitchen and were about to walk out the door having donned your jacket and slippers, or like when you wake up screaming about spiders at some point in the night and don't remember. Its not like those. Its a point where things are too surreal... almost more of a "did that really just happen to me?" Mundane activities seem like fleeting images out of the car window when your going about 80+ mph. And you get that same dread in the pit of your stomach that you get when the car starts shuddering next to a semi truck.It just seems that its always there breathing down the back of my neck... I feel like I'm in some horrible psychedelic free for all at times. Things happening so fast that its hard to keep track of who has come in and left, or what has happened in the moments before. Perhaps its a chemical imbalance keeping me from perceiving time and space at a rational rate or its just me being strange... I rather like it like this and would not change it for the world.

When did money become more important than happiness? I made a considerable amount of money when I worked for Walgreen's, the only happiness it brought me was that I was able to afford my habits, drinking, smoking, morphine. That last one is a vice that I was never able to rid myself of. Is it wrong to also admit that I actually enjoyed being in a drug induced haze? "It's bad for you." So is fast food, sunlight, tainted water, breathing exhaust fumes! For god's sake its even bad for you to exercise too much! Why when a drug addict overdoses on, say, cocaine and has a heart attack that its such a sin, but when some fat fuck over eats McDonalds and dies of a heart attack that its such a tragedy?! Since when does it make more sense that a drug addict has any more control over his/her actions than a fatty? At some point in time, I had read that addiction is a disease. What happened to that? Just because I want to gorge myself on morphine and block out my reality it makes me selfish? And if that's any better, doctors even treat patients different. A fat person comes in with shortness of breath and they take wonderful care of them, make sure that they are comfortable etc. But I walked into a hospital emergency room and told the receptionist, "I just took 26 klonopin and I was advised by poison control to come to a hospital." They didn't do much at all. They stuck me with needles made me take a piss test to CONFIRM, mind you, that I was drugged out, and then left me in the ER for eight hours then shoved me into a behavioral health facility...
I'm ranting now.
The fucking nurses that stuck me with needles kept missing my goddamn veins. But I knew that they were just trying to make me suffer through this, try to teach me a goddamn lesson. What do they do to the fat people? Give them a new diet and send them on their merry way. They don't stick a fat person in rehab because they gorged themselves on cheeseburgers and had cardiac failure, NO!!! they only send them there when they try to kill themselves because of HOW FAT THEY GOT!!!!!!
I am now red faced and angry...just from typing this out. It was three years in August when I OD'ed on Klonopin. Two miserable years of them trying to medicate me, diagnosing me as bipolar, and making me sit through fucking sessions with a doctor who TRULY did not care whether I killed myself...They were only there because they couldn't find anything better, jobwise, in a town that has more homeless people per capita than there are fish in the sea.
The joys of the Arizona Health Care Cost Containment System. They have free healthcare, but you have to jump through hoops, to prove that you are underpaid, unemployed, broke, or downright homeless! If we weren't pouring all of our resources into fucking idiotic projects such as a new freeway or into making more speedtraps to catch speeders! Don't you think that our priorities are a little out of order?
Where the hell did that letter go?
Its all anger, thats all I can say. The terrible thing right now is that I'm fantasizing about busting my knuckles on a wall just so I can use it as an excuse to 1. get painkillers, and 2. feel something other than the pounding waves of depression against the inside of my skull and 3. so I have an excuse to be gone for hours on end with out telling anyone. Now who's priorities are fucked up?
Did I lose you?
I lost myself.
The problem with me? I hold onto things, I hold grudges...

How do you get a naked Roger out of a tree?

THAT I HAVE ENORMOUS TESTICLES.

That is all.  You may now return to your shameless spaggotry.