"Whoever exalts himself shall be humbled, but whosoever humbles himself shall be exalted."

the thread was called strangest thing, and even after living off of mushrooms and prayer books over the past few years, nothing stranger has ever happened to me aside from this walmart thing, the even stranger thing will be if I get a job there

I've been popping ambien at night for the past few days. Things get pretty trippy on them. And you're left wondering if events really took place or not.

I'm almost always participating in some social activity during this time. I know some of what takes place, and I remember some of the responses. But there's also a period of time where I have no idea what the fuck is going on. I wonder how I appear to those sober during these times. No one has really said anything about it.

sorry dude. i totally forgot you posted that thing about telling her. i thought she was still in the dark. but its cool that shes alright with it. as long as its not hurting her feelings.

but i feel like that situation is going to get messy fast. and not in the messy way that comes with fucking people, but like.. emotionally.

keep us updated?

i've slept with like 15 people in the last six months. and i don't know why.

I hardly ever have sex, I'm not bothered looking for it, or relationships, or anything. I am devoid or any romance in my life in any aspect or shape. I feel fine, very responsive than ever to emotions than ever. As a human being I feel ever so better, but when it comes to love things, I just don't know.

ps: I do have sex occasionally and it's cool.

Are you not with Mr. Cantankerous anymore?

When I took a nap this afternoon I had the weirdest dream. I was chatting with someone via MSN. Well, let's say her replies were "unusual". At some parts troll-like but there were also some random limericks. Suddenly her avatar was gone and instead some kind of video transmission appeared.

The video showed my room from various different angles. It was a live transmission! I quickly looked at my webcam because I thought someone might have hijacked the transmission signal. Well, all I found out was that the transmission was not recorded by my webcam. It was very bizarre. Suddenly my conversation partner went offline.

After she did so an instant message appeared on the screen, it said something like "Nanoburger transmission disconnected". So I decided to google "Nanoburger" and what I found was some kind of "Evil"-website for Trolls, Hackers, ID-Fakers and other Cyber-criminals.

Its slogan was something like "Tracking you down". It was really weird. After I woke up I decided to google "Nanoburger" because I was curious and got this: http://aht.seriouseats.com/archives/...st-winner.html

we're still together
we have broken up and gotten back together 3-4 times in the last 6 months

one of those couples.

those usually don't last.

don't get your hopes up...we're not, we never broke up once in 4 yrs until like this january, it was just a brief bad period and it was my fault. i kicked him out 6months ago but he's moving back in.

Not that you needed to but, thanks for the apology. Anyways, no updates at the time and I'll be sure to divulge anything I can part with.

Strange, Sonic Youth message board treatment sessions....hmm

You can easily pay the bill by PayPal. Fast and secure. Unlike some of us, who are quite the polar opposite...

I see myself becoming emotionless.

ok, if it was your fault that;s different.

how's yr table?

we be together 4ever.

my kitchen table? still yellow and sparkly and lemony. still has a pile of stuff on it.

It's fucking hailing outside, it sounds like my window is going to crack and break.

have you had sex on top of the table yet? or is it strictly for piling stuff on top of

i cry for everything.

no, because it would probably break.

is it a thin glass?

if you were careful, it would probably hold

no, it's resin like a guitar pick guard or something, that's not the problem, the problem is that it would tip over under that much weight unless all the weight was directly in the center of it...there are plenty of stable places to fuck in my apartment.

btw i don't know how to have "careful" sex...that doesn't sound like much fun

Me too :(

i think my cat is a robot

Oh, trust me I already emailed admin about the bill. Flexible hours, fair rates, what more could someone want from a message board? (<---Rhetorical)

So, is there a list of persons that are slow and insecure which could be forwarded to me. You, sir seem to be the gatekeeper on the subject.

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Originally Posted by Everyneurotic
i cry for everything.


Me too :(

Is this a stage in your lives or do you guys always cry?

nah you're just a pussy, that's all.

My acoustic guitar fell out of my window today and was unharmed.

....

FELL

FAIL

You have the right to fail me.

My failure to master the quote within a quote function does make it appear that doesn't it. Well, enjoy it while you can, greedrex, enjoy it.

he he

you could fix a couple harnesses above the table so that you could fuck over it, and without harming the table. also, kinkier

Do it raw no filter or harness. Your furniture is made to fuck on*, seriously, fuck on your furniture. No, it isn't better than the couch or bed, but its fun and if your gonna think breaking it, then well, it would be a worthy sacrifice for a good sex spot. Ok, ok maybe not, but I wish I could tell someone I was fucking on my dinner table and it broke down because of the absurd amount of pussy control being exercised.

*Obviously your furniture isn't made for love making, sex or fucking. All persons involved in such acts should weigh consequences or damage, breakge or stain marks. read your furnitures manual and never just do it unless you own Ikea wood.

I keep frequenting a shit cafe because it is local and there is no where else to go..

Give me time and I might find the nerve to implicate myself...

ah, fetishists! the cult of the object is sort of incomprehensible to me-- i find it sort of embarrassing.

i think i'm actuallly the opposite of that-- i loooove to desecrate stuff.

my only fetish is that damn sparkly lemon table.

satankernine, next time i'm in nyc, i'd pay for some alone time with the table. you just leave a key under the doormat or somethin, schedule a time you'll be out and let me do my business

I don't see the point to anything anymore. Eating, bathing, watching tv, being on the internet, breathing, being alive. There is no purpose to life. All of my friends suck. Things always fall through. There is no purpose to me being alive. I should've been aborted. I almost was. Life is pointless. All of the experiences we go through, all of the hardships we weather out, all of the good moments and bad moments all amount to absolutely nothing and the big prize at the end is we get to rot in the ground for all eternity, or at least until everyone else fucks up this spinning rock in the middle of space. It doesn't matter in the least bit anyway.

I guess this can be categorized as something weird going in my lifer right now. Kind of an existential crisis of sorts.