July 02, 2005
foul mood, part II
I get advice. BOY, do I get advice from people who don't have a fucking clue what they're talking about. Advice is EASY to give. YOU don't have to live it.
I challenge ANYBODY to go through what I'VE BEEN THROUGH over the last three years and THEN lecture me about life. YOU walk ONE MILE in MY shoes and tell me how easy it is. Fuckwits.
Face a horrible death when you've already seen TWO people you loved die from it. Do that while the woman you loved is fucking her brains out with another man, right in front of your son and your friends. Lose everything you worked all your life for at the same time.
Get bored at your mama's house one day and TRY to walk around the block, with a catheter bag strapped to your leg and staples all over your belly. Make it 100 yards down the road and run out of gas. You can't walk any farther, and you're not certain that you can make it back home, either.
Sit on the curb and cry. Then, drag your ass home. I FUCKING DID THAT!!!
I also saw Quinton score his first goal in a soccer game after Jennifer showed up 15 minutes late for the game with DRIED CUM in her hair. She'd been busy fucking all night long, and she ENJOYED the disgust I displayed when I saw her.
I've been there and done that.
Until you have, just shut the fuck up with advice.
I'll tell you something else, too. If all you ever get is a "pinstroke" from something like that, consider yourself a lucky person. That shit almost killed me, and sometimes I still wish that it did.
I've not been a happy camper for a while now.
Tell em how the cow eats the cabbage there A-man
Running for cover here (in anticipation of FOUL MOOD Part Three)
I'm glad you got to see your son.
BTW, did you get my email??
Please, Please...I NEVER gave advice...do not come over to this side of the county with any ammo...unless it's to help me get rid of all these damn cats....
Okay, I'm new here. So, I'm guessing you're a glass is half empty type of guy?
I see someone who beat cancer. I see someone who MADE it down to the curb, who still has the ABILITY to cry.
I see someone who has a great sense of humor, who can laugh at himself.
I see someone who had a miserable marriage with a horrible woman, but got something wonderful out of it - a son.
I see a man who has a grown daughter who he loves very much.
I see a man who has a strong sense of family, something you don't see often anymore (my husband is like that, too).
I see a man who has almost a magical way with words.
I see someone who makes a very good brandy.
I see someone who's friends obviously care a lot about him.
And I don't even know you.
I hope it gets better for you soon. Life is too short to be so unhappy.
Well said Dianne....very well said indeed. I dont know if what you wrote lifted Rob's spirits, but it sure lifted mine...
Take my advice: Don't take any advice.
Been there, done that and more, got over.
Damn shoulda been got over it.
LOL Mark. Truer words....
One of the only things of real substance that I took away from my stint in Psych 101 was the concept of 'personal reality'. I realize that what I see and feel when I read about things in your life is not what YOU see and feel when you've lived it. It's easy for us voyeurs to tell you to 'get over it' because we haven't lived it. You don't need to get over it....the only thing you 'need' is to find someone to make you forget about it LOL.
Damn, dude. I'm taking this personally. I was only trying to inject some levity into the cesspool we call our lives.
If it makes you feel any better, I shit myself today.
I'll cop to the Pinstroke issue. I was fucking with Rob, mercilessly. What I do. Something about a cast iron ass. Rob is Little Bo Peep in mens' clothing, but I called him tonight, and it's all good. Except for the pinstroke...
""That shit almost killed me, and sometimes I still wish that it did.
I've not been a happy camper for a while now.""
Not to make light of you but that statement could apply to me......Different ordeals, same result. Guess the strong survive! ""non illigitimi carborundum" (dont let the bastard/s wear you down).
Yer goddam right, witch. If it was easy, any asshole could do it.
Are you sure the "dried cum" wasn't just from a bad can of mousse?
I have been through more shit than you can dream up hillbilly, so quit your fucking whining. I will never understand how guys like you can talk about being so tough when so many of our truly brave men that HAVE THE BALLS to go fight in war (unlike YOU and BUSH) are out there fighting for our country while getting Dear John letters in the middle of the most miserable conditions that exist. I have a friend that served in Iraq that got mailcall over there that turned out to be a VIDEO of his sorry excuse of a wife cheating on him with one of his other so called buddies back in the states, but he had no curb to sit on and CRY at the time. He still had to suck it up and go do his Gotdam job so that fucktards like you could sit on his ass here at home and mouth off on his BLOG. Yeah, you got real problems Acidbrain. Get over it you big fucking pussy. You are NOT the only one who has had a stupid gash fuck his entire world.
So, you're definitely not a quitter. That is a good thing.
PJ, your problem is that you've never had ANY gash.
Rob, now I know you're drunk as a skunk again because you're goddam whining again. I went through pretty much the same shit you did. Yeah, I pissed and moaned and wanted everybody to feel sorry for me just like you for a couple of years. You might try sobering up and moving on with life. What's next? You going to whine about quitting blogging again? You're only 50 something. You got plenty of life left. Try living it instead of whining about it.
Fuck you, assrot. It's MY blog, MY life, and I'll whine if I want to.
Thank you sir ! May I have another? :-)
Boo hoo, hoo. On the pity pot again are we?
As if you didn't have anything to do with it.
Shameful how self-centered and self-pitying you are.
Boys usually grow out of it when they learn it's not everyone else who is the cause of their trouble.
Is there any chance you'll wake up to the cause of your misery?
My boiling blood willl do nothing to help.
FUCK YOU PJ! Ignorance is bliss. Have any to spare?
You haven't seen shit . go play in the hiway, taxpayers will pick up the tab. Run and bite that tire..MURRY
You said you weren't going to die! Don't you dare welsh on me!
Have some more vegemite and a beer*, and remember bottles do come back.
*not in the same glass though... bleurch!
Don't be SO harsh Murray. You are gonna make me go sit on the curb and CRY!