beautifulagony:
posted 2026-08-23 19:58:54
So apparently Deer has a stalker. I think I know who it is.
Apparently she's been going arpund saying she is Deer's bf. Lol
CountYourBlessings:
posted 2026-08-08 02:00:29
Idk if There’s too many red flags or I’m too insecure to be in a relationship.
I’m miserable in them and out of them.
I just went to a bar alone, a block away from my girls place.
This FINE ass brown hair blue eyed woman sits a chair away from me, with her back turned to me. Her back is incredible.
I ignore her. Her back is to me so I assume she’s not interested in any conversation so I respect that. Then the hair flips start. An egregious amount but her back is still to me so. Whatever.
She and The bartender start talking and the bartender does an assist and draws me into a conversation with her and leaves.
Smooth.
She turns and Her eyes and lips are fucking magical. Icy blue like Cersei’s. Poutiest lips. Fuck!! She said she’s French but she looks and sounds Russian or Ukrainian. Her name too.
We chat for a bit, she asks where I live, I say down the street (which is a lie) She asks if I live alone. I tell her I live with my girlfriend. (Which is a lie)
She asks: do I cheat?
I said no.
She asks: have I ever, I said no (which is a lie)
I cheated on the dirty hippie, the Ex, and Cersei due to similar shit my current gf is pulling right fucking now and honestly my gf is worse then all of them at this particular thing that i can’t fucking stand.
Anyways, the Conversation died after that.
I’m hoping she was a prostitute, or trap set by my gf, and not some hot ass women that just wanted some dick tonight and I was on the menu.
Or maybe she got cheated on and wanted to destroy something beautiful.
Who knows. It was a nice ego boost. I guess…this shit never happens when I’m single.
topavia 2019: if you can't sit in the suck with me...
posted 2026-08-04 10:17:22
a friend of mine just broke it off with his lady because he went through a rough patch when he had to make the decision to put his mom in a nursing home. he said, "she just couldn't sit in the suck, so i don't want her around in the spoils".
i reluctantly admitted that while i still do not adopt other people's character flaws, age has made me much more accepting of them. my Dad used to say, "if no one died and no one is pregnant, we can figure it out" - i was in high school then, so the pregnancy part was really important. =)
today, at the ripe middle age of 52, i just sort of look at character flaws like ingredients in a recipe. for the life of me, i don't know why there is cream of tartar in most cookie recipes - but it's there for a reason. our flaws are like a pinch of pixie dust that could change the whole darn thing if it wasn't there. right? or maybe i'm just to the point where being inconvenienced is a greater ick than suffering a semi-flawed mate. who knows...
there are so many better things to talk about. S got her masters degree about 3 years ago, she's married now too! and M, oh M... she bought a house all on her own, and she finally stopped dating instagram models and found a quality man with a brain. he asked me if he had my permission to propose to her this fall on her birthday trip. so both of my greatest accomplishments are living amazing lives. we still have family dinners, play board games, call each other every day, and are each others best friends. they are better people than i am. a little kinder, a little sassier, even a touch more quick-witted - if you can imagine that. i freaking knocked it out of the park with those two.
and finally, i went back to NY this weekend to see my mom and for a high school reunion. my mom has always been a challenge. i dread going home because of the toxic situations. but this time was different. she's in a wheelchair now, on oxygen, physically not the greatest. she's got a wasps wit - sharp and stinging. in her prime she was brutal. but this was different. my sisters are alcoholic gambling addicts that really don't even take my mom out of the house because the wheelchair is too cumbersome they say. so i took her out every day, forced her to take a shower, do her hair, put on pressed clothes. i took her shopping, to the cemetary to see my Dad, and to the dive bar down the street. she smiled, she chatted with strangers, she fit right in. the next day we went to a beach restaurant - patio table right next to teh sand. we ate steamer clams and drank micheladas. she watched people, dogs, kites, boats....we chatted about how things had changed and how much she missed road trips and adventures.
it took 52 years, but i had the best weekend with my mom. i haven't forgotten the past, but maybe, her recipe card is just different than mine. at 52, that's okay.
journal mates, i hope life has been everything you needed.
s n a p s:
posted 2026-08-04 01:34:55
I don’t know if any HL people hooked up in real life, I’m sure it happened, but guess what olds…. Our children could potentially hook up now. Take that fellow born in the nineteen hundreds.
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rockbottom:
posted 2026-07-21 09:09:58
The Grand Theft Auto curse is real, I swear.
2001: One of the worst years of my life. GTA 3 is released.
2008: One of the worst years of my life. GTA 4 is released.
2013: One of the worst years of my life. GTA 5 is released.
2026: One of the worst years of my life. GTA 6 to be released.
This millennium, every GTA with a number or Roman numeral after it coincided with an extraordinarily dark period of my life. The chances of that happening are miniscule: around 0.1%. It's making me question whether it can still be explained by mere coincidence after all these recurrences.
Now I'm kinda hoping there's an even bigger delay for GTA 7 than there was for GTA 6. C'mon Rockstar, develop a dozen Red Dead Redemptions or something.
SpicyDesertHam: havalina
posted 2026-07-10 00:29:50
Well, I’m too old to remember my password I guess so. I have a new account. I haven’t been here in a while…
Life is lifin’
Listened to some Stone Temple Pilots today. I haven’t done that in well over 20 years.
Kinda hits different now.
It’s strange how a song can just fold time in half. For a few minutes I was right back there… younger, figuring things out, feeling everything so intensely, with no idea where life was going to take me.
Back then the songs were just the soundtrack. Now I hear the years between the notes. The people I’ve lost. The versions of myself I’ve outgrown. The memories I didn’t even realize were still tucked away somewhere.
Funny how music does that. It doesn’t just remind you who you were … it shows you how far you’ve traveled.
Still a little messy. Still figuring things out. Just with a few more miles and a lot more perspective.
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PuzzleCoder: Hummanity Is Lost
posted 2026-06-12 00:06:49
I have cleaned my life up. Quit sticking needles in neck and literally found the reason to life my life in a healthy and productive way. Yet my new job involves me managing 20 people who all expect to be paid the most for doing the least. I have to babysit grown ass people. I understand that we all have things going on in our lifes and want to enjoy the summer but where do you draw the line when it comes to giving a fuck about your job???? the biggest part of the world that I am apart of want everything but will not give up even 2 miniutes of theyre day for the greater group. WTF is this world coming to?? I am working 60 hours a week getting good grades in college, staying sober and helping my employees not lose there jobs by standing up for them when they dont deserve it just cause it's right. what do i get???? fucked in the ass and having to push back pay for dinner and for parking.While they get a day off and I get to go to work sore from a night of getting jsckhammerd on. Metaphorically speaking. No bias just speaking on the term of dry rough sex that I have to pay for and go to work after my "lover" takes pto and goes home..... ahhh I love being the only one who has pride in my work and is really a patient person.
Madi:
posted 2026-06-09 17:56:44
Human intelligence was a curse in disguise
With it we created this massive pool of knowledge, skills, inventions
And humans kept aiming ever higher
It felt like progress at the time
From creating spoken languages to inventing a pocket-sized computer to use at all hours of the day
Modern conveniences made our lives easier, better, more comfortable
I used to think, “how lucky am I to live in this modern world” while reading Laura Ingalls Wilder
But humans flew too close to the sun
We have thought and invented our way straight into extinction
We have doomed ourselves and every species on this planet
And when we die, our memories, knowledge, languages, and history will be erased forever
Everything we ever worked and suffered for will be gone and forgotten
But we continue living as if our place on Earth is permanent and guaranteed
What else can we do?
For as long as humans have been humans, mothers have cared for babies who grow up and have babies and grow old and die
Rinse and repeat for generations after generations after generations
How many billions of lives have existed at some point on this planet
And how novel to be one of the last generations of human lives
For now, we can reject our programming
We don’t have to bring more lives into the world only for them to witness the sunset of our existence
And when we are gone, the world will go on
Silently waiting for life to bloom again
reply by wonko the sane
aneurysm: 53
posted 2026-06-01 01:10:45
And then one day you find.
Ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run.
You missed the starting gun
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sero.duh:
posted 2026-05-30 21:44:41
Lately I've felt like a frayed nerve.
Everything is making me jumpy and irritable and anxious and annoyed.
I went in for an ADHD assessment and the results came back that, because of the anxiety disorder I've had for the past 30 years, it's difficult to confirm if I actually have ADHD.
Of course, I already have a diagnosis from when I was a kid, but apparently that doesn't count once you're old.
It doesn't really matter though, does it? The only thing a confirmed diagnosis will do for me is get me access to medication, and I don't want to be medicated.
Still felt invalidating though.
My daughter had a boyfriend. It was sweet and cute and then it went a little sour (like high school things do) and he broke up with her. Then he panicked and tried to get back with her. She stood her ground (so proud!) and in response he showed up at our house pounding on the door and ringing the doorbell over and over when she was home by herself. (He didn't realize we have a camera doorbell, what a dummy.) Terrified her and she hid in our closet until he left.
Nice to know that boys are still growing up with unchecked crazypants behavior around relationships. Reminds me of my own teen years.
I told his parents and I'm sure it's not going well for him, but ugh. Really hoped I could have my kid avoid that for a least a little while longer.
In a very weird, fucked up way, I got pulled in as a witness to an internal affairs investigation at work.
The subject is someone I work closely with and their mistake is really just being an airhead who refuses to acknowledge that where we work is terrifying in a number of ways.
But in the midst of my interview (which was awful and I would clearly die of terror if I ever actually committed a crime) they turned the questions around on me to see if I had also done wrong.
I have not done wrong. But I did panic and blabber a mile a minute and forget half of what I was talking about (because who the fuck likes to be interrogated by veteran internal affairs special agents who act like they already know you're a giant piece of shit and are just waiting for you to agree with them) and now I've spent the last several weeks sick to my stomach knowing I had to put a kind (but really fucking stupid) coworker on blast and also wonder if I'm going to suddenly get fired because I am also secretly a fuckup but I just forgot.
Also. I got fat. It's a real fucking bummer.
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