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And yes, she does this a lot. Someone's having a little trouble letting go.
Sounds like my mother.
And an ex-girlfriend of my own.
She's an ex-girlfriend because I had that option. You can't pick your mother, but you can opt out of reruns.
My mom likes to go on and on about what a terrible man my father is, all the bad things that ever happened to her and keep on happening. OK, I will admit its terrible she lost a house in a brush fire, but the shit has been gone for seven years now and you still choose to live in California anyway. The divorce was twenty-five years ago, there can be no custody battles now - my sister and I grew up.
She will call me up and cycle through the last 40 years of her life every phone call. I've reached years ago where she's really not calling me because she's interested in my life, she's just calling to vent. And hey, that's great, but can you do it on my weekend minutes?
I can set down the phone for half-hours at a time and she'll just keep herself going. She's so into herself and her problems I don't even need to be in the conversation. All that's needed is a periodical "Uh-huh, yeah" from me and I put down the phone again.
Sometimes I pretend I dropped it and it hung up.. I've put my foot down before on all this shit, too - it doesn't stop her, it just makes her more fucking crazy than she already is. No, this stuff isn't twenty years ago, its right now. Its always now.
I know it sounds mean as hell, but I hope she gets Alzheimer's soon, just so she can mistake someone else for me and chat his fucking ears off. I know I'm due for a call in about a week or two. I'll screen, but I know eventually I have to answer because if I don't she'll fucking pop.
And now, a complimentary song to match the theme of this post:
And hey, that's great, but can you do it on my weekend minutes?
Fucking this, for anyone who calls me during the day for any reason. I'm on the cheapy plan, bitches!
And fireworks. It's not that I don't like them, I just don't like them right outside my window from 10PM-3AM. I get to move in 19 days. Nineteen blessed days.
My GF's family's idea of fun always involves alcohol and occasionally drugs. She wants me to have a good time with them, but there are things I'm just not going to do 'for fun'. It's not like she's willing to do these things either, but she doesn't care if they do them. I, on the other hand, don't want to be around people like that.
Good for you, Dak! I have to do the same with my family. Parties at a local park for rent or certain houses are a no go zone for me. The alcohol always flows extremely freely at parties but at parties in those locations they also have ample drugs. When my kids were little parties were more of a nightmare. As babies, is they were fussy out would come the brandy to dose them because it settles their stomach! Or if they were fussy because they were teething, they would rub COCAINE on their gums! As they grew they had more asinine reasons to give shit to them and my nieces, nephews, and cousins have been getting drunk, with their parents blessing, since they were toddlers. Ya, not a fan of family parties so I pick and choose carefully which ones I will attend.
Sometimes I pretend I dropped it and it hung up.. I've put my foot down before on all this shit, too - it doesn't stop her, it just makes her more fucking crazy than she already is. No, this stuff isn't twenty years ago, its right now. Its always now.
I know it sounds mean as hell, but I hope she gets Alzheimer's soon, just so she can mistake someone else for me and chat his fucking ears off. I know I'm due for a call in about a week or two. I'll screen, but I know eventually I have to answer because if I don't she'll fucking pop.
It sounds like your mother has some mental issues. Is she under a doctors care? It's hard to deal with family members that have mental problems because we all have our own threshold of tolerance. I guess the best thing for you is to put a time limit on the phone calls. Say straight out when you answer that you have XX minutes to talk and stick to it. I understand she may not like it but you need to safeguard your own mental health.
Originally posted by Feba
But I mean I do not mind a good looking man so long as I do not have to view his penis.
Originally posted by Taskmage
God I hate my periods. You think passing a clot through a vagina is bad? Try it with a penis.
Originally posted by DakAttack
...I'm shitting dicks out of my eyeballs in excitement for the next bestgreating game of all time ever.
Whatever the opposite of a pet peeve would be called, it rained last night. Fuck yeah.
I wouldn't care so much if they'd stick to doing them before 10, but they never do, and they're illegal here. Go to one of the damned shows, they're freakin' free.
Whatever the opposite of a pet peeve would be called, it rained last night. Fuck yeah.
I wouldn't care so much if they'd stick to doing them before 10, but they never do, and they're illegal here. Go to one of the damned shows, they're freakin' free.
Yeah it has rained all fucking weekend, except last night. Fuck you, Mother Nature.
I drink a few drinks once or twice a month at the bar around the corner from my apartment. I walk there and back.
I'd love to join folks in decrying the evils of alcohol, but it's entirely possible to have a few drinks here and there, with a meal, or at a party, and not have it be a problem. Yes, for some people that ISN'T possible, but that doesn't make it universally bad.
Personally I'd just had a very long day in the sun with a lot of generous friends buying me drinks, and not a lot to eat. There was no vomiting, no awful hangover the next day (woke up at midnight to take some advil and drink a glass of water), and a responsible time was had by most. Or at least by me.
I am sorry about missing the Equinox Ball though. Tickets were $60.
The chain on my ceiling fan just came out. All the way out, there's just an empty hole now and no way to turn the thing on or off. During the middle of D.C. Swamp Weather...FUCK!
I drink a few drinks once or twice a month at the bar around the corner from my apartment. I walk there and back.
I'd love to join folks in decrying the evils of alcohol, but it's entirely possible to have a few drinks here and there, with a meal, or at a party, and not have it be a problem. Yes, for some people that ISN'T possible, but that doesn't make it universally bad.
Personally I'd just had a very long day in the sun with a lot of generous friends buying me drinks, and not a lot to eat. There was no vomiting, no awful hangover the next day (woke up at midnight to take some advil and drink a glass of water), and a responsible time was had by most. Or at least by me.
I am sorry about missing the Equinox Ball though. Tickets were $60.
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with drinking, I drink a little from time to time, but that's all they do for fun. Oh, you want to talk? Let's get drunk and talk. Oh, you want to play a game? Let's make it a drinking game. Oh, you want to do something? Anything? Let's get drunk and do that or drink while we do it, because that's how you have fun.
Seriously, beer pong and flip cup are NOT that fun. Beer pong is throwing a ping-pong ball into a fucking cup filled with beer. If the ball falls off the table and gets dirty, there's no cleaning it off, you still throw it into somebody's cup, who must then drink that cup. It comes with a lot of stupid rules, too. Flip cup is ridiculously boring, but people cheer like it's exciting. I guess if you can like baseball or soccer you can like flip cup.
It's been nearly two months, bitches, and I really could use the fifty bucks. They said they mailed it so ... where the hell is it?
Oh, and apparently there's a sumo wrestling competition in the apartment above mine, or maybe just sumo jumping or something. WTF?
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Oh yes, and when the stick from my ice cream bar detaches itself from the ice cream part. This just happened. I'm eating my ice cream bar from the wrapper.
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with drinking, I drink a little from time to time, but that's all they do for fun. Oh, you want to talk? Let's get drunk and talk. Oh, you want to play a game? Let's make it a drinking game. Oh, you want to do something? Anything? Let's get drunk and do that or drink while we do it, because that's how you have fun.
Seriously, beer pong and flip cup are NOT that fun. Beer pong is throwing a ping-pong ball into a fucking cup filled with beer. If the ball falls off the table and gets dirty, there's no cleaning it off, you still throw it into somebody's cup, who must then drink that cup. It comes with a lot of stupid rules, too. Flip cup is ridiculously boring, but people cheer like it's exciting. I guess if you can like baseball or soccer you can like flip cup.
Oh, yeah, see? That's gross and stupid.
My ex was the kind of person who always needed to have alcohol to have a good time. And pills. He was, I'm fairly certain, addicted to vicodin. And any chance there was to get high on something, especially something he'd never tried? He was totally there. I found that behavior really, really reprehensible, and it is a large part of why we aren't together anymore. But a few drinks here and there, responsibly? Good times.
I guess I've always played beer pong with clean people, because we always had something nearby to wash the ball when it bounced off the floor. Of course, once you reach a certain point of drunkenness, you don't really care, I suppose. I can't remember ever being that drunk.
Drinking games are fun but definitely not on a constant basis. I've played less than a handful of drinking games in my drinking years (the last 10 years or so) and I haven't missed much, I don't think. It's like if I go bowling every weekend, I'd get sick of bowling. If I played beer pong every weekend, I'd get sick of beer pong.
Time and a place for everything. I do hang out with people who are older than me, though, so perhaps that's why I don't get around a bunch of people who want to drink all the time. My sorta-boyfriend is 41 (I'm 29) and most of e people we'd hang with are between that range, maybe a few who are older. I kinda outgrew the "Let's get drunk because there's nothing better to do!" phase. If I was ever in it. Maybe for like a month after I got back from Iraq. (And only since we weren't allowed to fucking do anything over there.)
Meh, not sure what the point of this post is. I just felt the need to point out that the times I've played beer pong, it wasn't a totally nasty experience.
Do you ever go out to a restaurant and they waiter or waitress puts you or the group you're with in one of the far corners of that place and just fucking forget about you? They may or may not remember to take your order, they usually do remember that much, but once they've got the food out to you they just never come back.
No refills on your tea or nothin'.
I'll finish up and wait for the waiter or waitress to come back with the check, eventually try the wave them over but they ignore me because they don't go over there much. Eventually you just give up on them and walk up to the counter so you can pay and go.
2.) My roommate's sleep issues. We live in a loft, and there isn't much separation between the bedrooms (it's a one bedroom apartment, but I'm living in what is technically the Den. There are no walls that go all the way to the ceiling within the apartment itself, save for the bathroom, which is also the only room with a door. This place was not built for two people to live together who aren't a couple. We're looking for another place, but he stubbornly refuses to consider anything that isn't in the same general area, which has limited our options). It has just gotten progressively worse over time. Now I can't even use a book light to read at night if he goes to bed first (and he always goes to bed first) because it's "too bright." So basically my options are to leave or to lay completely still and silent in my room while he sleeps so I don't disturb him.
I would just go to bed myself, and sometimes do, but I have my own sleep issues that have nothing to do with noise or brightness. I would never expect him to go WAY out of his way in order to accommodate my sleeping issues, but the restrictions placed on me have been pretty frustrating.
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