dubkitty wrote:well, first, stop telling youself that your story is a lame, sad, pathetic loser story. if you keep telling that to yourself, you're programming yourself to believe that. i'm not telling you to be a fucking fake Pollyanna and tell yourself everything is wonderful. just don't tell yourself everything sucks. tell yourself "some things suck, but other things are all right." give yourself room in your ideas for things not to suck. you never know...school might not be terrible. there IS a mathematical possibility of that, you know. it's provable by science. even us depressed people have to admit that you can't fool science.
if you're interested in anime, there are lots of people here who love anime and can recommend all kinds of stuff that'll probably keep you busy for years to come.
welcome! there's a spare amp over there. i think there's beer.
You know thanks, I cant be some pussy, i have to be hard, anger is an energy, thanks dubkitty, I feel better .
maz91379 wrote:The guys at the liquor store don't know shit about beer give me their jobs plz. They described what turned out to be a standard euro pilsner as between an ale and a lager I mean i would love that job and am passionate about beer and sorta know my shit. Like given that opportunity i would surpass their booze knowledge in like a week flat. Motherfuckers.
I worked at a liquor store several years ago. My boss let me run a tab, and I'd pay for it out of my paycheck. One week, I got my check, and I owed HIM money. Good times. Good times.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, God said, "Let there be Lips!" And there were, and they were good, and the lips said...
Caesar wrote:I worked at a liquor store several years ago. My boss let me run a tab, and I'd pay for it out of my paycheck. One week, I got my check, and I owed HIM money. Good times. Good times.
At least I can open this thread and know that my spite, rage, and irritation have nothing to do with Thrice. Sidenote: I saw them live once in '05 or '06. Like watching paint dry.
“So death, in a sense, is a tremendous release from monotony. It puts an interval of total forgetting in a rhythmic process of on and off on and off so that you can begin all over again and never be bored.” And other fucking cheery thoughts. Stay safe, ILF'ers.
Bleh, came home from work to find my mommy had upended my room in order to clean for company spending the night in my room tomorrow. Digging through my shit and everything. Later, she's coming back to clean the carpets and all I want to do is SLEEP!
BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA-BOOM-SHAKALAKUNGA
Behndy wrote:i don't like people with "talent" and "skills" that don't feel the need to cover their inadequacies under good time happy sounds.
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I mean i would love that job and am passionate about beer and sorta know my shit. Like given that opportunity i would surpass their booze knowledge in like a week flat. 
Motherfuckers.
