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snipelfritz wrote:Egotism is the root of paranoia.

Well there you have it, then. Except most of the time I can't stand myself, so

Some asshole just tried to steal my bike! It was parked on the balcony of my second floor apartment, leaning against my open window. I yelled "hey" at him, and he dropped the bike over the balcony ruining the front wheel. So, he panicked and ran. So, now I'm out whatever it'll cost to fix my bike

What makes it really weird is that I was dreaming about moving into this really fancy apartment. It was like a bond movie-villain layout with lots of weird levels and colors, half of the building was a hospital or a museum or something but most of the building was my crazy apartment. Thers were lots of really fancy locks, weird electric wire and other weirdo security measures for the back door, but the front door had two locks: one I had no key for, and the other didn't work. So, there were all kinds of weird people who'd broken into my apartment. They didn't want any of my stuff, though.

They'd seen the for-sale ad in the paper and wanted the apartment for themselves. They weren't hard to get out of my apartment either, they were just all really weird people. There was this one who was a really fat guy wearing two or three thin, leather straps that didn't hide anything (which is how I knew he was really a woman with a beautifully shaved vagina). I eventually just barricaded the front door and entered and left using the rear entrance (which seemed to be located in that weird column living quarters thing from the second and third Matrix movies). It was after my friends dropped me off there that I woke up to the sounds of someone stealing my bike. It felt really weird that I was dreaming about crime while someone was trying to steal my bike

Time to hook a car battery up to your railing.

If it wasn't wood railing I might! I'm just gonna park it inside the apartment from now on.

Bad date after bad date after bad date after flakes after bad dates.

UGH. Seriously, this online dating shit is not doing me any good.

How the hell do I meet cool people that I might want to, like, be around? I don´t even know anymore :|

That sucks about the front wheel getting fucked up. Did you make a police report?

& eattycatz, maybe try looking for social interactions that dont solely revolve around dating. E.g. Hit up some meetup.com groups just to have some fun and maybe you meet someone. Or if you have a bike try to find some other cyclists. I know Buffalo haa got a pretty dope bike culture now a days, group rides and night getting drunk and shit.

kbithecrowing wrote:That sucks about the front wheel getting fucked up. Did you make a police report?

I didn't because the only description I could've given the cops was, "he was wearing a yellow beanie and I'm pretty sure he was white." It didn't seem like it was worth the trouble. Should I have called them?

I'm also still way curious about how your trip to India went?

wfs1234 wrote:

kbithecrowing wrote:That sucks about the front wheel getting fucked up. Did you make a police report?

I didn't because the only description I could've given the cops was, "he was wearing a yellow beanie and I'm pretty sure he was white." It didn't seem like it was worth the trouble. Should I have called them?

I'm also still way curious about how your trip to India went?

not to laugh but that description was hilarious
"he was wearing a yellow beanie and I'm pretty sure he was white."

IEatCats wrote:Bad date after bad date after bad date after flakes after bad dates.

UGH. Seriously, this online dating shit is not doing me any good.

How the hell do I meet cool people that I might want to, like, be around? I don´t even know anymore :|

I second what kbit said. I'm in the more or less the same boat as you, man. Only I don't bother to message or try to date the girls I see online because they don't seem like people I'd want to be around. Maybe we're both in the "get a band started and then we can meet more like-minded people through playing shows" boat.

Also I had ALL my bills hit me at once, and I have to make the stupid trip to the county office to renew my plates and register my car in a new city. I hate errands like that. W/E

I fucking hate goddamn thieves. My longboard got stolen from my workplace. Really fucking bummed right now

Joe Gress wrote:I fucking hate goddamn thieves. My longboard got stolen from my workplace. Really fucking bummed right now

Man, I'm really sorry to hear that.
That really fucking sucks.
I am terrified of my bike getting stolen.
It's such a personal object to me and also something I really depend on.
I'm sure it's the same for you.
Sorry man.

tuffteef wrote:not to laugh but that description was hilarious
"he was wearing a yellow beanie and I'm pretty sure he was white."

Yep. After the yellow beanie, the odds of non-white become vanishingly low.

Ugh. I'm sick as fuck. I was going to lie down for a few minutes. Woke up 4 hours later. Now its midnight and I have no idea what to do with myself.

When that happens I usually jerk off, eat a sandwich, jerk off again then lay back down with the tv on and drift back to sleep.

Just being friends now with this girl that I was briefly going out with and would still really like to date.