My glasses were hit by a train today.
I was moving between cars while it was moving, hands full because the doors are so damn heavy and no one wants to hold them on the other side. The wind is whipping my face really hard and there they go, spiralling under the wheels. I got that "oh, s#@%" moment that happens a second after something happens that you now realize cannot be undone. So, I couldn't drive myself home, I had to call my poor mother to pick me up and drive me out to get new glasses. Took several hours. I was really unbelievably mad for a while, but now I'm over it. Dumbest thing to happen, especially after I had kind of a lousy week. But it is kind of funny, I guess.
My crazy schedule is giving me mood swings, I think, just because I don't get enough sleep and spend so much of my time commuting to a job that I don't hate but certainly don't want to do for the rest of my life. That, or I need brain medicine. But I think it's the stress and anxiety associated with joining the workforce. I'm still not on the payroll (I send in a cute little official "James M. Keegan" invoice every two weeks for a paycheck, because I'm freelance) after weeks of trying, so they still owe me at least two cheques. It's not my direct boss' fault; it's just that the people in charge aren't getting it done or putting other things down as priorities or something. Not getting nearly as much time to work on my own artwork as I would like and I'm scared that I'll just get so caught up in the grind and recovering from the grind that I'll just end up dropping it all together for the sake of a steady wage.
Girl stuff that's stupid:
So, fine, whatever. If she doesn't want to make the effort or if she's met someone better or she's "scared that she'll get hurt again"; I don't care. I'm seriously finished. I'm not giving out free passes to come into my life every six months, flirt with me and give me false hope and then just ignore me like a bum on the subway. I don't deserve it. I'm ready for an adult relationship with an adult woman that knows what she wants and I'm not someone you settle for or try to pick up again because you're lonely or you feel like you don't have enough friends. I don't even want to spare the energy being mad. Disappointed, sure. Certainly not surprised. But, you know, my own fault for not seeing things as they really are from the beginning. Lesson learned; on we go.
One of my best friends from college (and one of my peers whose work I actually want hanging on my own wall) is getting deported or at least won't be able to stay legally starting in June because she can't get the money and materials ready in time. It sucks.
Ouch! I am so sorry to hear that James. I hope that things go better for you!
Yes, chin up James. Hope things get better.
Sorry for being away. I experienced connection issues overseas.
Girl stuff that's stupid / One of my best friends...is getting deported...she...
From an outsider's perspective, these problems could correct each other.
Yeah, I floated the idea of a sham marriage to her. She gets to stay in the country, I get the allure of "the married man" for aspiring homewreckers and adventurous young artistas. I don't expect her to be into the idea, even if it is a platonic friendship (believe me, I've gotten the speech) within a legal union solely to stick it to the man.
Yeah, I floated the idea of a sham marriage to her. She gets to stay in the country, I get the allure of "the married man" for aspiring homewreckers and adventurous young artistas. I don't expect her to be into the idea, even if it is a platonic friendship (believe me, I've gotten the speech) within a legal union solely to stick it to the man.
I would SO love a sham marriage! Go for it!
Yeah, I floated the idea of a sham marriage to her. She gets to stay in the country, I get the allure of "the married man" for aspiring homewreckers and adventurous young artistas. I don't expect her to be into the idea, even if it is a platonic friendship (believe me, I've gotten the speech) within a legal union solely to stick it to the man.
My girlfriend had a friend who tried this. It went very, very bad for him. Although the evidence being fed to you by women and your employers may indicate otherwise, you deserve better than this. The key is to somehow get away from the people in whose interest it is to keep you thinking you can't.
Getting out of this spot might rip your heart out and take you far from what you are familiar with (it certainly did for me), but the alternative is so much worse.
Thanks. I was joking about the sham marriage, of course. Life goes on.
Hangovers.
Toilet crapped out today (ha), luckily just the bar inside that pulls up the plug broke. Still a bugger trying to get parts on Easter Sunday.
Toilet crapped out today (ha), luckily just the bar inside that pulls up the plug broke. Still a bugger trying to get parts on Easter Sunday.lol had to fix a pvc pipe once....on Easter Sunday. WTF is it with Easter and minor plumbing projects?
I once had a water heater burst on New Year's Eve. I was rolling in the New Year at a friend's house, and for some strange reason, I felt like I should check my answering machine. There was a message from my upstairs tenant relaying some ominous symptoms. I beat it on home to discover a small flood in the basement.
I think things like this are an illustration of "least opportune moment syndrome."
I once had a water heater burst on New Year's Eve.
This sounds familiar. When I was growing up, we had the pipes freeze and burst in the middle of winter. Nothing like the smell of fresh sewer lines being dug up and insulated, taking sponge baths and brushing your teeth out of a cup of water. Whee!
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Food poisoning.
And being up all night with it.
Then your girlfriend wakes up and she has it too.
Now, you're sharing the bathroom and fighting over who is hogging it more, while arguing vehemently as to why you should be allowed to puke in there for awhile.
Worst. Easter. Ever.
I once had a water heater burst on New Year's Eve.This sounds familiar. When I was growing up, we had the pipes freeze and burst in the middle of winter. Nothing like the smell of fresh sewer lines being dug up and insulated, taking sponge baths and brushing your teeth out of a cup of water. Whee!
Every winter our pipes freeze. We just have the one bathroom so for a day or so at a time while someone uses a blowtorch to get everything flowing again, we get the lovely smell of unflushed toilet. If only the shower is affected, we just go without bathing for the few days it takes for it to either thaw naturally or for the toilet to be affected, forcing us to take action.
Every winter our pipes freeze.
Pick up a “trouble light” and a few cheap incandescent bulbs to go with it (chew on that, compact fluorescents), and hang it from the pipe. Usually the excess heat put out by the bulb is enough to keep the water flowing and prevent freezing / bursting. Total cost should be about $5.
Food poisoning.
And being up all night with it.
Then your girlfriend wakes up and she has it too.
Now, you're sharing the bathroom and fighting over who is hogging it more, while arguing vehemently as to why you should be allowed to puke in there for awhile.
Worst. Easter. Ever.
Worst thing is when its coming outta both ends at the same time. ;) Luckily my bath is right next to my toilet, lol! :D
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Sorry for the b!#%$y teenage/high school rant:
Having your Great Aunt die
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Getting your progress report and failing Honors Chemistry and Honors Algebra 2
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Dating a girl for 2 and half months and seeing her outside school once because her parents are trying to prevent you from seeing her
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Having really bad acne right before prom
I'm quickly metamorphosing into an angry old man at the ripe old age of 21.
And to top it all off, my girlfriend it turning into an emotional wreck over the fact that "I never talk to her" and "she never knows what I'm feeling". Well, I gotta tell ya, I don't know either. Good luck finding out.
Somes up my relations with the opposite sex.
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I got a call in the middle of my daughters birthday party from my father telling me that the doctor found a mass in his throat and need to get it out asap. They need to do a biopsy and all of that crap. To top it off he goes to the VA clinic so I am all worried about them dragging their feet as they have done in the past regarding other medical things and him. I then spent the next 48 hours trying not to break down in front of my daughters. I finally got a hold of the doctor and he filled some gaps in for me. So at least I feel a little hopeful. I now have to figure out what to do with my girls while I go to his appts with him and I guess go to the VA hospital in Denver when he gets this taken care of. Of course he lives 2 hours away making this even harder. All I have good to say is I am really glad that my hubby bought me a laptop a few weeks ago so that I can take it with me to keep up on my work and posting.
I got a call in the middle of my daughters birthday party from my father telling me that the doctor found a mass in his throat and need to get it out asap. They need to do a biopsy and all of that crap. To top it off he goes to the VA clinic so I am all worried about them dragging their feet as they have done in the past regarding other medical things and him. I then spent the next 48 hours trying not to break down in front of my daughters. I finally got a hold of the doctor and he filled some gaps in for me. So at least I feel a little hopeful. I now have to figure out what to do with my girls while I go to his appts with him and I guess go to the VA hospital in Denver when he gets this taken care of. Of course he lives 2 hours away making this even harder. All I have good to say is I am really glad that my hubby bought me a laptop a few weeks ago so that I can take it with me to keep up on my work and posting.
Again, I'm sorry to hear this and hope your dad's okay. Hopefully it won't turn out to be anything too major.
I hope that it will be benign or cystic. If it is a thyroid thing, I’d be happy to offer anything I’ve learned over the passed few months.
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Somes up my relations with the opposite sex.I'm quickly metamorphosing into an angry old man at the ripe old age of 21.
And to top it all off, my girlfriend it turning into an emotional wreck over the fact that "I never talk to her" and "she never knows what I'm feeling". Well, I gotta tell ya, I don't know either. Good luck finding out.
Wacky fun, eh?
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This pales in comparison with a lot of other people's problems, but here goes:
For the past four years, I've spent my summers working at the Camp Wakpominee Boy Scout Reservation in Queensbury, NY. It's been one of the best experiences of my life. However, due to the quality/quantity of pay, I probably won't be working there this year or next year. Working at camp is a great time, but I really need to go to college, and for that, I need money. And for money, I need to get myself a *real job*. On the plus side, the local public library says that if I talk to the town board, I may be able to get a job there. Still, it won't be the same as working from 6 AM until 10 PM with some of the best friends I've ever had, $200 per week be damned.
I hope that it will be benign or cystic. If it is a thyroid thing, I’d be happy to offer anything I’ve learned over the passed few months.
I pray to god that it is benign, or that it can be removed with a minimum of fuss. A good friend of mine just got her thyroid removed last year, and she is doing quite well.
Just moving over a my topic from place your rant here thread to where it belongs on things in life that suck. Enjoy.
Being sued without being served, not being able to buy so much as a stick of gum due to a frozen account, and everyone wanting their money yesterday.Did they get substitute service? Unless the defendant is served the suit should not be able to proceed.
If you live in NYC or another large city they perform what is called "sewer service". The process server scrawls a bogus, illegible signature on the complaint to say that someone signed for it. He will usually give a very vague and generic description of the person who supposedly signed for the suit papers.
Also, you should be able to call the court that the suit is filed with and obtain a copy of the suit. I emphasize "should".
I never did get served, but my wife got a copy of the original judgement from the court and it turns out someone named "Mary" signed for it at first. It was sent to my old address, and I have a sneaking suspicion that my old neighbors downstairs signed for it(who my wife eagerly points out don't speak a LICK of english, having been here for about 2 years or so, although none of them are named Mary). I'm bringing that up in court (improper service, I was out of the place in August and the papers were delivered in October), as well as disputing the amount (which has been inflated due to them dragging their feet). Wife suggests that if I do settle or negotiate for a smaller amount, I should be able to pay it in court right away. I'm a little on the fence about that, but I can see where she's coming from. I'm interested in finding out what the judge has to say.
Thanks for the offer I just might take you up on it. How are you feeling by the way? Are you all healed up now?
If you need anything (even just to blow off steam), I can be contacted at
I feel great, like 90-95% of the time, as good or better than before. I don’t have a giant lump when I swallow, and my wife tells me I’m quite a bit more laid back than I was, as well. Sneezing is harsh and hurts like crazy! Sadly, the surgery did not fix my migraines, but no biggie, as it didn’t cause any new ones, hah.
My real problem now is when I don’t feel well, I don’t know what to blame it on or if I ought to take anything. ;) I have a little difficulty staying awake at night, but not like falling over tired, mostly due to the little piece of organ I have left trying to provide my entire body with enough hormone. If I had let them take everything (which I recommend for anyone not me), I’d be asleep most of the day for the next two months (when they’ll start me on synthetic hormones). The scar is awesome too, I love it; part of me hopes it won’t disappear completely. My neck pulls a little (because there is a little less skin where they pressed it closed); especially if I lift things, but I have, I’d say 99% of my range of motion back.
I'm more than a little angry that the old office missed my cancer for what is probably 6 years, while the new guy caught it first visit, but I was lucky as papillary cancer grows very slowly. I’m also lucky my surgeon was top-notch, and actually listened to me (though visits are still a bit quicker and not as information rich as I’d like). Anything in the neck is serious surgery-wise, and I could have lost the ability to speak again or worse.
I have to go in for something else unrelated soon (the year of the falling apart body, apparently) for minor surgery, hopefully having the two so close together won’t be an issue, and I can slip it in before they attempt to irradiate me (something else I plan to fight if the scan is clear). I’m keeping that piece of thyroid, darnit (assuming the scan is clean, anyhow)! Did I mention I was a stubborn arse?
Water bed that stars leaking at 2 am. followed by 3 hrs to drain. followed by discovering that cool waveless feature of waterbed means the last 3 inches of thickness won't drain. followed by 1.5 hrs to get mattress into tub and poured out.
Now I've got to get new bed- I don't envy sales clerks (no sleep means wife and i will most likely qualify as cranky customers).
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RED WARRIOR NEEDS RELATIONSHIP HELP BADLY!
My girlfriend has become increasingly angry with me, despite my attempts to set it right. I feel a bad breakup coming, and I kinda want to beat her to the punch and get on with my life.
The only problem is, I have no idea of how to go about it tactfully (yeah, I know, tact isn't something you'd think would be something that you'd get from a guy whose icon is Rollins, but I aim to surprise. Shock and awe, you know...)
Anyway, tact. Yeah. Not good.
Ergo, I need some massive help on how to painlessly tell her that I don't want to put up with her whining and yelling at me at one in the morning, her hypernormal emotional ups and downs, etc... She's dragged me through the dirt / wringer / wash, and I just want to get the f&%& out of Dodge with all of my fingers.
Please help, dear god, please.
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Why do I always pick the psycho ones?
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Thanks for the offer I just might take you up on it. How are you feeling by the way? Are you all healed up now?If you need anything (even just to blow off steam), I can be contacted at** spoiler omitted **
I feel great, like 90-95% of the time, as good or better than before. I don’t have a giant lump when I swallow, and my wife tells me I’m quite a bit more laid back than I was, as well. Sneezing is harsh and hurts like crazy! Sadly, the surgery did not fix my migraines, but no biggie, as it didn’t cause any new ones, hah.
My real problem now is when I don’t feel well, I don’t know what to blame it on or if I ought to take anything. ;) I have a little difficulty staying awake at night, but not like falling over tired, mostly due to the little piece of organ I have left trying to provide my entire body with enough hormone. If I had let them take everything (which I recommend for anyone not me), I’d be asleep most of the day for the next two months (when they’ll start me on synthetic hormones). The scar is awesome too, I love it; part of me hopes it won’t disappear completely. My neck pulls a little (because there is a little less skin where they pressed it closed); especially if I lift things, but I have, I’d say 99% of my range of motion back.
I'm more than a little angry that the old office missed my cancer for what is probably 6 years, while the new guy caught it first visit, but I was lucky as papillary cancer grows very slowly. I’m also lucky my surgeon was top-notch, and actually listened to me (though visits are still a bit quicker and not as information rich as I’d like). Anything in the neck is serious surgery-wise, and I could have lost the ability to speak again or worse.
I have to go in for something else unrelated soon (the year of the falling apart body, apparently) for minor surgery, hopefully having the two so close together won’t be an issue, and I can slip it in before they attempt to...
Glad to hear things are OK.
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I was told, after much testing and rigamoroll, that my lil' boy is autistic. I learned this like 6 weeks back but just haven't been able to address it in public until now. He is low on the spectrum so I am told I am 'lucky' for that.
Me and the wife had decided 5 years ago that I would stay home to raise our kids, to help protect them from uncaring daycare and from idiots that may make a bad decision that harms our kids. We trimmed the budget a bit, downsized the 2 cars to 1 mini-van and really looked at all the expenses involved before we had our 1st kid.
We re-evaluated the entire process again before we planned our second kid, to make sure ol' Fakey could stay home through elementary school.
Flush all that crap down the shi@#er.
Now my lil boy, who turns 3 in a few weeks is in a FULL-DAY Autism program from 8:30am til 2:45pm. I miss him so much it is killing me. I put my daughter in a half-day pre-school program this year and that was tough, but my boy can't talk to tell me how his day was or what happened today. I just want to grab him and make him better but I can't.
I feel angry and sad and just plain powerless and I hate it. I have to keep him in the school because he needs the help, but I keep feeling the scream in my soul. Why him? So many people out there are doing so much bad and having perfectly healthy kids. Drugs, smoking, etc. Hell, one of my ex's has 5 kids by 5 different fathers and lives in a friggin' trashy apartment. I hate that I feel that way, it isn't usually me, but I am just finding that me and God are not on very good terms right now.
My wife is falling back on faith to help her through but I am just falling. I can't see the reasoning and feel like I am getting punished by God for something or that my son is getting punished for something I did. Smite me, but don't hurt him! I will take any pain you can give, just don't punish him.
I love my boy more than anything and this won't affect anything regarding how I treat him, he is my little buddy and will be no matter what, but all my life I have been wanting to have kids to pass down my passion for D&D and other hobbies. Will he ever be able to understand the game?
I hate feeling totally, completely powerless.
My hands are so swollen and raw from pounding the heavy bag these past couple days that I can barely grip a doorknob. I usually can pound out a problem and clear my head but I just can't seem to grasp this one.
I don't want pity or 'I am sorry' from the boards. I know some of my thoughts may not be P.C. and I don't care. I just need to try something else to get this out and I am trying to gain some release by this post.
I want my son back....
f&@% me.
Are you sure that's what you really want?
I feel for you; I can’t even imagine what it would be like never to see my son, who has this smile a mile wide that just makes the room brighter and any day better, communicate what he’s feeling inside. There is some hope, I see they are doing great things with computers these days for autistic children, to help them express themselves and get in touch with the world by extension.
On faith, all I can say is this: be like Job, don’t be like me (as I’ve clearly failed my test of devotion). The things we often take for the needless suffering of the innocent or the righteous, lead not back to God, but to man. They suffer for our transgressions, and it is so much easier to blame God than ourselves.
My thoughts (and Marcy’s prayers) are with you and your family.