I'm in a crummy mood, but I smell fantastic :\
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i am one of those crummy mood people on a week to week basis….this last week (and two weeks ago) people were all about calling me up, cause apparently i'm fun when i'm drunk. i dont like drinking cause i drink too much when i do.
but they were also preempting the most likely scenario that i'm going to be depressed over the next couple weeks, and they wanted to have fun before i got in that mood.
I bet Custard's bum is like a rotten apple: full of them!I'm still recovering from that 'butt-worm' comment made by someone who wont be named, you're making the scary mental images come back damnit! >_<his butthole is his mouth…And vice versa.
He sure has some nice custard, though. Yum!
so i've been building a wall…because i know by the end of the week, the future is changing for me…and it's going to hurt, i was hoping that i'd be able to handle it…but just now, i was searching thru my stuff from basic, looking for my birth certificate…..and i found an old letter….that in itself isnt so bad, but my stupid ass had to reopen it and read it…and now all the tears i've been holding back, and ignoring just wont stop coming….life just really sucks sometimes…..
I take martial arts classes: Shinkendo and Aikido. I've been taking them for about 2 1/2 years now, but I've owned my boken (my wooden sword) for about six years. Tonight, after class, I did something I've never done before for which I am frightened and deeply ashamed: I left my swords at class. I had three training swords and I pray desperately that I left them inside of the building and they'll be there when I return.
I've never gone a day, in the six years I've owned this sword, without it. It holds so much sentimental value to me; it's my security blanket in a way. I take it everywhere I go and the fact that I could so carelessly leave it behind is vehemently painful. This is something that might make me extremely depressed for a long time. I'm really scared for it and I really hope that I'll get it back on Wednesday.
I know it sounds silly, because it's just a wooden sword, but you couldn't imagine how much it means to me. I've considered it a friend for so long and I've grown closer to that sword than I have any of my other friends. I'm still in heavy disbelief that I could have left it behind.
One of my main worries is that I could have propped it up against my car before I left. If so, I probably would have heard it fall when I backed up or I would have probably ran over it and noticed then that I forgot my sword. I've repeated that through my head so many times, but the prospect that I didn't hear it and that I may have driven over it still rings through my head. I even drove back to the dojo to see if it was in the parking lot. I'm a sad excuse for an aspiring swordsman. I really hope I get my sword back.
My right shoulder. It starts to twinge and my whole right arm goes numb and I can't do nothing with the mouse or anything except maybe a remote control for my DVD player.
…..and i found an old letter….that in itself isnt so bad, but my stupid ass had to reopen it and read it…and now all the tears i've been holding back, and ignoring just wont stop coming….life just really sucks sometimes…..
Oh Gods do I know about that. I have this folder of all my old correspondence and if I open it the same thing happens. All these years later I've moved on, but feelings will always remain.
Phew. That kind of thing is why I purged my house of ex-boyfriend stuff when I moved out. Sure I could have used that rice cooker, but using it would have made it ex boyfriend rice.
"I can't get a job in my field of study because I don't have experience. But I can't get experience because I can't get the job"That happened to me recently when I wanted to adopt a cat. The rescue places I called all ask a few preliminary questions- they were a little wary when I said I already had a dog, but as soon as they knew she was a greyhound it was no, no, no. My dog's been cat-tested, I know my dog, she doesn't care about cats whatsoever. but the only proof they would accept for letting a cat live with my dog is that a cat lives with my dog. How am I supposed to do that? That's fine, I just won't adopt any of their kitties.
You could always ask to borrow a friend's cat, record the dog saying "Yeah, a cat. So?" and then show it to them… but just because a dog is cat-friendly, doesn't mean the cat is dog friendly. Although if the cat takes off like greased lightning and the dog just looks at you as if to say "What's her problem?" I suppose it'd prove the point.
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