Hmmmm. I still feel as though this thread is missing something...
Ah! Here we go!
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When I was 11, My friend Robert(13) and I stole $400 from a Mexican restaurant's side room while his mom was picking food we had ordered.
The sideroom was right next to Metal Slug 2/KoF machine.
usually It was locked, but the door was ajar when we walked by it.
We peaked in and there was stack of cash on desk.(Thinking back to it,We most likely stole some poor guys pay for week or two)
Robert told me watch out for anyone outside, grabbed a bit of cash off the top, and then shoved it in his shoe.
We split it 40/60 in his room as we ate tacos
I spent most of it on food and A bike that got stolen a couple days after I got it.
Side note about Robert: He spends most of his time now doing meth and trying to bang HS girls.
Side note about the restaurant:I do still eat there sometimes when I go visit my hometown since it's the only place that's open past 11.
I may regret this...
I can't ride a bike.
Was too fat when I was a child and never bothered to learn it since, but man do I want a bike. :/
Dude just go for it. I taught my ex girlfriend who was 23 how to ride a bike. She cried twice but we got through it.
That was my actual theory too. I mean, Marrec is pretty damned intimidating.
Be the exact opposite of what you are today!
Terrible advice.
Yeah, I learned to ride a bike at 22 (and still being fat), one of the most fun activities once you get the hang of it, so don't hesitate![]()
I once sent Pau a creepy pm true story
My problem with riding a bike is mostly balance but I also freak out when I go really fast on anything that isn't fully enclosed around me like a car. But even then I freak out sometimes ifi go really fast
It was the best (and longest!) creepy PM I've gotten.I once sent Pau a creepy pm true story
He never showed it to me. D: If you want to succeed though Jason, you gotta work on your game.I once sent Kark a creepy pm. I'm in hopes that he will leave Pau for me. We're both straight males. For now.
As long as mine is hotter than Jason's.All your creepy PMs will be outed via anonymous confession
Who was the AIDS guy? I don't remember that.
no doozy is a different guyi think that one was generally referred to as 'the doozy'
Doozy made slept with his brother's girlfriend and made her abort his brother's kid or something. It's a plot line pulled straight out of McGruber.I'm so confused.
How is it even possible to get more than one account?
aids guy didn't tell anyone and ended up infecting a woman. He found her years later on Facebook has a husband and a kid and was dying from aids.I'm so confused.
aids guy didn't tell anyone and ended up infecting a woman. He found her years later on Facebook has a husband and a kid and was dying from aids.
Doozy was sleeping with his bros gf. Thr bro and the girl get engages. While the bro was deployed she got pregnant with doozys kid. Doozy told her if she loved him she would get an abortion. She did so. Doozy then dumps the girl who then started acting suicidal
I may regret this...
I can't ride a bike.
Was too fat when I was a child and never bothered to learn it since, but man do I want a bike. :/
Things I wont post:
- Hating on other GAFers
- Lusting on other GAFers
- Really criminal stuff (like rape, killing animals and such)
- Boring confessions
Otherwise, go for it.
I'll post it here then. Ronito you are a good looking man.
This thread has made me want to send creepy PM's to Fiction now.
Fiction is a girl?
Does asking make me a creep?
pfft, the man can't even eat quiche.
I just posted to sub
Ok I know this one is boring.I signed up for Gaf when I was in like 10th grade with my Gmail account. I didn't get activated for ~2 years, when I realized that I had to use a paid email. Once I acquired a paid one and signed up with it, I got activated in like 3 months.
That's why my profile says I signed up in 2009, but my first post was in 2011 or 2012.
Ok I know this one is boring.
But honestly, I got this as a PM and the avatar + the tag + this confession got a very long laugh from me. Good job confessor.
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It's true! I miss eating eggs. So good...so delicious. Quiche is the best.[/QUOTE]
This thread once again showcasing why my tumblr name is what it is :p
And it's weird how much eggs I DO eat now that I am no longer living with Marrec. I figured I didn't really like eggs. NOPE.
And we can't see any of that.![]()
Yeah I think I remember sharing one of the worst ones with Marrec or something and he and I managed to make a joke phrase out of it or something and we laughed quite a bit about it. We are terrible, terrible people.Ronito once PM'd me a confession he wouldn't post on gaf. Being allowed into the secret confessional circle made me feel special.
Oh man while you're feeling left out...
Yeah I think I remember sharing one of the worst ones with Marrec or something and he and I managed to make a joke phrase out of it or something and we laughed quite a bit about it. We are terrible, terrible people.
I once worked for a company where one employee went into HR and printed out a sheet with everyone's salary on it and posted it in the lunch room, twice.
He wasn't fired because technically there wasn't anything in the company policy at that point that made doing such a thing a terminateable offense
aids guy didn't tell anyone and ended up infecting a woman. He found her years later on Facebook has a husband and a kid and was dying from aids.
Doozy was sleeping with his bros gf. Thr bro and the girl get engages. While the bro was deployed she got pregnant with doozys kid. Doozy told her if she loved him she would get an abortion. She did so. Doozy then dumps the girl who then started acting suicidal
I haven't received a creepy PM from Ronito in forever. Makes me feel like less of a man.
One of my sisters is pretty fucked up. She's got some pretty serious personality issues on top of a recurrent drug problem. She's always been an attention seeker and instigator. Severely narcissistic, bordering on solipsistic. Self-medicating. She's basically just a horrible person to be around.
She's had recurrent drug problems for a long time. She cleans up once in a while and gets lucid for a year at a time, but she always eventually gets restless without some drama and goes to stir shit up. She's always been kind of a mess but it really started blowing up when my parents split up like ten years ago.
She moved in with some shitbag drug dealer. Whether she met him because she was buying crack cocaine off him or he introduced it to her, I'm not sure. He beat her up, busted out the windshield of her car, generally abused her. After a couple of years of that, my family hauled her out, got her locked in rehab long enough to clean up and then shipped her out of state so she could have a fresh start. She was staying at my aunt's vacation house. We found out a few months later that she was there like three weeks before she called up this asshole and brought him out there with her. They had trashed my aunt's place and sold everything not nailed down. We only found out because she called crying about how he beat her up again and got arrested.
So she comes back home, cleans up again, eventually enrolls in nursing school. Does well in that for a couple of years. Having something with a goal to focus on was good for her. She hooks up with a nice dude who can manage to put up with her mood swings and drama. She graduates, gets a job in a local hospital and things look good. She's there two months before my other sister finds her passed out at home, not breathing, barely any pulse. Turns out she'd been diverting painkillers from surgical recovery patients.
She's in the hospital three weeks. Severe rhabdomyolysis, EKG shows effects of what was basically a heart attack. They're not sure if she's going to make it. She, of course, recovers. Not completely, though. She lost blood to her brain long enough that she's not quite the same as before. She used to be kind of sly about manipuating people. Now she's really bad at it. She's paranoid about all kinds of things. Everything is a personal attack on her.
So she loses her job. Gets her nursing license suspended (it's eventually revoked because she can't stay clean and she keep ditching out on meetings). She picks up a string of part time jobs and smokes a lot of crack off and on for a couple of years. She gets a couple of DUIs for drinking but she's never caught with drugs. Eventually she does get her driver's license taken away for driving recklessly at 3:00 AM. Supposedly stone sober. I believe it. She's dangerous behind the wheel, regardless of her level of intoxication.
So eventually she gets a job at a local gas station and starts dating the owner. How he puts up with her shit, I have no idea. But he takes care of her, he keeps track of her during the day, and he takes a lot of pressure off of me and my family, so we like him. My sister seems to be doing okay for a while. She relapses once in a while, but the boyfriend sticks with her.
Then October last year, she decides it's a good idea to try to shoot some heroin. Repeat of the last time she was in the hospital, only this time, she passes out tipped over her own lap. Loses all ciculation to her legs for who knows how long. She wakes up from this, somehow, finds out she can't walk and calls my mom. She's hauled into the emergency room and they want to cut her legs off. She's got bad compartment syndrome and the blood trapped in her legs has gone toxic. Mom says, "Fine, do it. Only wake her up so she can be the one to sign the consent form."
So, while trying to rouse her, they get enough circulation into her feet that they think they can save them. They put her on round-the-clock dialysis. She breaks three machines cleaning the shit out of her blood. She doesn't have a conscious thought for five weeks. They're not sure if she'll walk again. Her liver and kidneys stop working, they might not ever work again. We assume she's not going to leave the hospital. She, of course, recovers. After twelve weeks in the hospital (which was entirely written off on charity), she's walking out. Using a walker, but she's on her feet. The boyfriend, bless him, says, "She's coming to live with me." My family thinks he's crazy, but we don't want her, so we don't argue.
She's crazier than ever, now. This episode caused another huge hypoxic insult to the brain. How she can even form words with the amount of brain damage she has is kind of astonishing. But her boyfriend sticks with her. Her job at the gas station is basically just an excuse to keep her off the street. So he pays for everything for her. He drives her wherever she needs to go. He gives her a curfew on when to be home. He seems like he's keeping her clean. She's still paranoid, narcissistic and insufferable to be around this whole time, but as far as I know, she goes nearly a full year without using.
Last week, she picked a fight with the boyfriend's sister (who lives there with them). Now, understand, my sister can barely walk on her own, she's like 60 pounds overweight, smokes like a chimney. She has no business picking a fight with anyone. So, she gets her ass kicked. Starts calling the family. Nobody gives her any sympathy. So she steals the boyfriend's car, drives into town, buys a bunch of crack cocaine, gets high and just starts tearing around the back roads looking for trouble. My mom eventually got ahold of her and calmed her down enough to take her home.
GAF, one of these days, she's going to kill someone. If we're lucky, she'll be the first one. I feel kind of bad about it, but I wish that she'd just get it overwith and spare the rest of us the anguish of her future incidents. Is this wrong?
Proactive TL;DR: Dude's sister is a drug addict. Lots of really depressing stuff happens.
Dude, I know how you feel. It's hard to see someone you love, or used to love, just self destruct. I do think your family is doing the best thing though in keeping distance. If she gets serious about helping herself then help her but she's beyond the point where you can help her without her instigating it first. Hang in there.
The nail that sticks out is the one that gets hammered down.
You promised not to mention that.Come on man, I can't send everyone creepy PMs all the time. But I do have to get back to you about that horse and clownsuit thing...