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20 Jan 2016, 1:52 pm

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Today I'm starting the Spaghettio and liquid diet. I'm hurting so bad today that I can't even concentrate. I'd rather have the bloated feeling and not be hungry than this terrible pain. The pain will leave and you think that's a green light to be able to eat again and after you do then several hours later the pain comes back worse than it was before. What I wouldn't do right now for a hamburger or piece of pizza. :cry:


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20 Jan 2016, 2:08 pm

Listening to some 90 year old men talking while waiting at the eye doctors for father. WWII stories. Unions are necessary. Trumps a phoney just getting publicity. Hunting. And they say old people are senile :lol:.



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20 Jan 2016, 2:10 pm

I'm feeling a bit better now! I guess talking to and spending time with people you love really does improve your mood!


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20 Jan 2016, 2:19 pm

My Mum is on the phone talking to my Dad right now. The stuff she's saying about the man who used to be my Stepdad before Mum decided to divorce him (Which she hasn't gotten round to yet) sounds very bad but for some reason I don't really care, he brought it upon himself with all the drinking and smoking he did all the time. I feel bad for not being upset. My brother wasn't even upset, and he's actually related to him. My sister was upset but also angry at him. This family's falling apart and this is not helping, especially not for my Mum, who seems very depressed over a lot of things.



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20 Jan 2016, 2:24 pm

^Hugs for little cat. :heart: :heart: :heart:

I can't decide who to pair my Fire Emblem Fates avatar with. Will it be Azura, Syalla, Silas, Kaze, Ryoma, Sakura, or Jakob? I don't know! Maybe I'll make a thread about this...Would anyone be interested?


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20 Jan 2016, 4:49 pm

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On time back in late 1997, I watched the cartoon Cat Dog on YTV.


I remember that. Half cat, half dog LOL


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20 Jan 2016, 4:51 pm

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Games the woman never wins is sex, isn't it?


Is sex a game? What a yukky game. Messy and disturbing. Who'd want to play that game anyway?


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20 Jan 2016, 4:58 pm

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I would rather have noodles. :heart:


I've gone so mad over noodles to the point, people at work call me the noodle king. All the Chinese people there are giving me noodles all the time.

My favorites are:

Mi goreng
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20 Jan 2016, 5:22 pm

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drinking and smoking he did all the time.


My real Dad died 3 weeks before I was born from a thing called synovial sarcoma.

My (sort of) stepdad used to threaten me when I was really really young by snapping his belt and it used to make a really loud cracking noise and scare me.

Late one afternoon, we had the incinerator down the back yard lit and flames were leaping out of it. I was misbehaving (which is what 7-8 year olds do). He threw me over his shoulder, started carrying me down to the incinerator and said, "That's it! You're going in the incinerator!" and pretended to be putting me in it.

One night, we blew a fuse and the lights went out. Mum had to go next door to get some fuse wire. She told me to stay there (while she got the wire). I was alone with HIM in the dark. I said, "I want to go with Mummy" and he wouldn't let me go. I kept it up until he said, "Alright! Go to your Mummy, you little sook!" and he kicked me in the ass and I fell on my face on the porch. I was about 6.

Another time, he was trying to be a big man in front of our neighbor. He was fixing the lawn mower and asked me if I wanted to help him. Of course I said yes. I thought he was being nice, including me. He asked me to hold the spark plug lead while he reaved the starter. The pain I felt. I wasn't expecting to get electrocuted. I've been afraid of electricity ever since. He just stood there and laughed. So did the neighbor.

He used to come home drunk and yell at my Mum to the point, I'd hide under my bed and shiver.

He tried to punch her once (but missed and accidentally punched his own Aunt in the face) :)

Those were the good times.

I wish all he did was drink and smoke.

These days, that'd be called child abuse!

He eventually smoked himself to death. He died of an aneurysm. No one really seemed to miss him.

He was a cruel sadistic bastard.

He ate his own pet duck when he was a teenager.

The devil incarnate!


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20 Jan 2016, 5:41 pm

ImAnAspie wrote:
littlecatinthewindow wrote:
drinking and smoking he did all the time.


My real Dad died 3 weeks before I was born from a thing called synovial sarcoma.

My (sort of) stepdad used to threaten me when I was really really young by snapping his belt and it used to make a really loud cracking noise and scare me.

Late one afternoon, we had the incinerator down the back yard lit and flames were leaping out of it. I was misbehaving (which is what 7-8 year olds do). He threw me over his shoulder, started carrying me down to the incinerator and said, "That's it! You're going in the incinerator!" and pretended to be putting me in it.

One night, we blew a fuse and the lights went out. Mum had to go next door to get some fuse wire. She told me to stay there (while she got the wire). I was alone with HIM in the dark. I said, "I want to go with Mummy" and he wouldn't let me go. I kept it up until he said, "Alright! Go to your Mummy, you little sook!" and he kicked me in the ass and I fell on my face on the porch. I was about 6.

Another time, he was trying to be a big man in front of our neighbor. He was fixing the lawn mower and asked me if I wanted to help him. Of course I said yes. I thought he was being nice, including me. He asked me to hold the spark plug lead while he reaved the starter. The pain I felt. I wasn't expecting to get electrocuted. I've been afraid of electricity ever since. He just stood there and laughed. So did the neighbor.

He used to come home drunk and yell at my Mum to the point, I'd hide under my bed and shiver.

He tried to punch her once (but missed and accidentally punched his own Aunt in the face) :)

Those were the good times.

I wish all he did was drink and smoke.

These days, that'd be called child abuse!

He eventually smoked himself to death. He died of an aneurysm. No one really seemed to miss him.

He was a cruel sadistic bastard.

He ate his own pet duck when he was a teenager.

The devil incarnate!


By the time I grew up and was old enough to defend myself and my Mum, he turned into an old man, pacified and was too old to hit.


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20 Jan 2016, 5:49 pm

Apparently there's a National Museum Selfie day, and was today....yeah, it was a weird day.



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20 Jan 2016, 6:09 pm

ImAnAspie wrote:
ImAnAspie wrote:
littlecatinthewindow wrote:
drinking and smoking he did all the time.


My real Dad died 3 weeks before I was born from a thing called synovial sarcoma.

My (sort of) stepdad used to threaten me when I was really really young by snapping his belt and it used to make a really loud cracking noise and scare me.

Late one afternoon, we had the incinerator down the back yard lit and flames were leaping out of it. I was misbehaving (which is what 7-8 year olds do). He threw me over his shoulder, started carrying me down to the incinerator and said, "That's it! You're going in the incinerator!" and pretended to be putting me in it.

One night, we blew a fuse and the lights went out. Mum had to go next door to get some fuse wire. She told me to stay there (while she got the wire). I was alone with HIM in the dark. I said, "I want to go with Mummy" and he wouldn't let me go. I kept it up until he said, "Alright! Go to your Mummy, you little sook!" and he kicked me in the ass and I fell on my face on the porch. I was about 6.

Another time, he was trying to be a big man in front of our neighbor. He was fixing the lawn mower and asked me if I wanted to help him. Of course I said yes. I thought he was being nice, including me. He asked me to hold the spark plug lead while he reaved the starter. The pain I felt. I wasn't expecting to get electrocuted. I've been afraid of electricity ever since. He just stood there and laughed. So did the neighbor.

He used to come home drunk and yell at my Mum to the point, I'd hide under my bed and shiver.

He tried to punch her once (but missed and accidentally punched his own Aunt in the face) :)

Those were the good times.

I wish all he did was drink and smoke.

These days, that'd be called child abuse!

He eventually smoked himself to death. He died of an aneurysm. No one really seemed to miss him.

He was a cruel sadistic bastard.

He ate his own pet duck when he was a teenager.

The devil incarnate!


By the time I grew up and was old enough to defend myself and my Mum, he turned into an old man, pacified and was too old to hit.


I've never hit anyone in my life but I would have been prepared to give it a try if he attacked my Mum.


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20 Jan 2016, 6:11 pm

I just thought of that:

I've never punched or hit ANYONE in my ENTIRE life - and I'm a 48 year old male!


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20 Jan 2016, 6:11 pm

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I just thought of that:

I've never punched or hit ANYONE in my ENTIRE life - and I'm a 48 year old male!


with Asperger's!


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20 Jan 2016, 6:18 pm

That must have sucked, ImAnAspie. What a prick.



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20 Jan 2016, 6:19 pm

ImAnAspie wrote:
I just thought of that:

I've never punched or hit ANYONE in my ENTIRE life - and I'm a 48 year old male!


Hm. I can't even try to claim that, had a brother growing up. I recently let someone punch me, right in the gut. A very controlled punch though and I was ready for it, wasn't going to die like a b***h like Hoodini :P. I had bad case of hiccups and was feeling a bit adventurous. It actually worked.

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Apparently there's a National Museum Selfie day, and was today....yeah, it was a weird day.


I can't even imagine.