havent opened my prezzies yet (its 4:03 am lol)
hoping to catch santy claus :D
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havent opened my prezzies yet (its 4:03 am lol)
hoping to catch santy claus :D
Well... it's rather funny actually..
My father got me a tool set for my car and some other car stuff, and acted like it was some touching father-son moment. "This will help you on those days that you get stuck on the highway.." lol "Alright, Dad."
That's about all I got though, I don't celebrate christmas but family always insists on giving stuff :p
You are right that it's the trying--the journey, essentially--that counts. And I know you are working at that. I already know you're living a decent life because you're a decent person. As I think back on it, it's really quite amazing how I've seen you mature and grow just in the relatively short 8 or so months I've known you.
I can't tell you how reassuring what you wrote above was--about your feeling and expressing your emotions. You're right that that's what it's about. And it's true that folks who are able to do that aren't the ones who need therapy. The ones who can't feel the feelings are the ones we need to worry more about. Until you cleared that up, however, I wasn't sure you were one of the ones who did.
Knowing you has completely flipped my attitudes about adoption on their head. Have I ever told you that? I know it's a heavy trip to put on a child, and it must be tremendously hard at times to wonder why someone made that decision. I used to look at it through romantic eyes and imagine it only as a gift of life or a generous decision to let a child have a better chance at a more advantageous upbringing, but the truth is it's not always that way. I'm sorry it wasn't that way for you. And I hope sometime you can get the answers that'll help you feel at peace. I have a cousin who was adopted and had a good upbringing as a result, but she wasn't ever truly at peace until she located her birth mother and learned more about herself and her history.
I'm going to sign off shortly and go get stuff ready for tomorrow, then hit the sack. Merry Christmas to everyone here, and to you, Slipknot. Maybe in our next lives we can be related!
vid-ya games.....
Question:
i'm still waiting for someone to tell me where that's from for some rep points.... i'll give you a hint, it's a 'hick' accent..
Answer:
your ps2 friend
damn you skink!!! just gonna leave me wondering wth like that?!?! you're wrong in so many ways lol :pQuote:
Originally Posted by Skink
birdgirl - don't let what i've said deter you from adopting a child in the future, or anyone else for that matter should they happen to stumble upon my post..... having ANY parents is better then none... way better.... but you are right... the child will sit there wondering UNTIL they find their own... as for the alcohol? my grandpa is a dysfunctional alcoholic (my grandparents are the ones that raised me, my mom was always around, but never really 'wanted me' but my dad wasn't, just for future info, which actually makes it worse, atleast for me) so i very well know what alcohol can do.... what it can do to an individual, and a family, i try sooooooooooooooo hard not to turn into that, so hard, no one could really believe it, generally i'm a happy drunk, i end up telling my wife i love her a 100x over, and basicly express my love for everyTHING..... of course, it goes off track... but honestly i feel as long as i'm not running out, ruining my small (meaning my wife and my 'child''s [by 'child', i only mean i was raised in a house where i wasn't a birth child, i in ABSOLUTELY NO way feel my son, is not my child, i only put that because i wasn't my grandparents child, and i know my wife shadows my posts] family's life, stealing money to fuel my habbit and such..... that i'm doing better... than he did.. alcohol can be used, but responsibly as with any drug.... some of my ramblings may not make sense if you read through them sober, but if you put an intoxicated 'stupor' on, they'll make perfect sense ;)
i try hard to live a 'right' life, and me and my wife have had many many 'severe' arguments, but honestly i think we can stick it through, if for nothing else, than the kid... but honestly, deep down, i know what relationship has ever succeeded without some type of argument/fighting/disagreements.... bleh, i'm trailed on way to long with this.. son anyways.... what presents did you get :rolleyes: <.< :D
Quote:
Originally Posted by Skink
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^no, it's from king of the hill, hank hill... always telling bobby better not be any of those vid-ya games or anything of the like....
as soon as i get some pics developed (after christmas is over, of course) i'mma either send ya a few thru e-mail or upload em to show you....this morning i caught him feeding himself with a fork for the first time (even tho he's 2 he's not been wanting to do stuff for himself so this is a biggy ^_^ ) and ran to get the camera. had to put it down tho when he tried to fork his eye. :pQuote:
Originally Posted by birdgirl73
my wife: heh! she said your mom can go jump in a lake! i love her!
my mom told me she ordered that chain and the cross even though i asked her not to cause she knew i wanted it. i got my dread stuff (maintainence kit, beads, etc) and some clothes, pretty good.
i got my mom a 1/4 of dank, shes happy right now
I don't usually get anything for Christmas or Birthday so anything makes me happy and excited. This year is the first time in about 7 years I received gifts. Okay...so I received coffee, chocolate and cookies from Starbucks from my sister and Cherry Blossom showergel, lotion, and something else from my step-mother and $50.00 from my dad. So I'm happy :).
fucking awsome dude! i don't think i've ever heard of ANYONE in my 2 YEARS here say they got either of their parents bud.....Quote:
i got my mom a 1/4 of dank, shes happy right now
hmmm...
pink oven mitts for my kitchen, a hello kitty dry erase board, hello kitty bag with lip gloss, hello kitty socks, hello kitty tissues, a hello kitty luggage tag, a gift card to ikea, a gift card to the grocery store, cookies, chocolate, these bath flower things, pink butterfly socks, a pink shirt, bath gel and spray, kitchen towels, a joint gift with my husband of luggage for our holiday in 3 weeks (the tickets were a gift as well) and a blanket, and we got 320 cash......i have 3 to open in the morning....did i leave anything out?!
princess
i couldnt give any to my dad, hes...erm...deceased i guess would be the proper term, passed on.Quote:
Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho
You seem to get gifts in bundles, huh? Hello kitty, gift cards, pink stuff...I'm guessin' your not to hard to shop for.Quote:
Originally Posted by surreys princess
man that sucks dude, i know how you feel tho, my brother, who was probably my closest loved actual family member was murdered... you're not alone dude... just so you know...Quote:
Originally Posted by MastaChronic
oh yeah, about you lol... wow someone likes pink hello kitty stuff.... so if i sent you a pink hello kitty oven mitt shaped soap, would you just love me? :DQuote:
Originally Posted by surreys princess
yeah, i didnt know my dad *too* well, he shot himself when i was pretty young, coincidentally, thats the day i started smoking weedQuote:
Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho
do i feel you on that doggQuote:
Originally Posted by MastaChronic
i just drank 2 32 oz's of beer, high life and fat tire, smoked 2 blunts anfd my homie gives me a brownie of dankes...guck man i ate it and im buuzzzingn HARD. jheheheh, merry xmas everyone! i hope you all had a good one, and for the ones far away or without family, this is the time to renew your spirit...dont think about whats wrong, think about whats so right and how fortunate you are when looked from a global perspective....antwat drunk talk may sound like bs, but its really from the heart...i wish you all awesoem holidays and i send much love to everyone!
if you don't wanna get brought down on christmas, skip this post... fair warning.
still not alone, i never really knew my dad either.... infact, i had only seen
him two times until i was about 16, then he came back to texas, and he lived with us for a few months, then after i got out of jail (over a year later) he was stil 'here' but wasn't living with us... i got to know him alot better, and the more i knew, the less i liked of him, he wouldn't of been so bad, if he was just a friend or something, but he was a crackhead, literally.... then my brother died, and he went around to places they worked together (since they lived together, once my dad got a job, he'd get my brother a job there aswell) telling then of the story and getting 'donations' for a benefit he was holding.... in reality, he never held a benefit or had plans to do anything of the such.... he just wanted the money to buy his crack.... he used my brothers death (which everyone in the family KNOWS he's responsible for, shortly, he told some crack dealer he'd be back wtih the money and when he didn't show my brother got shot) to fuel his habbit... i'm not trying to bring anyone down, and actually when i'm done writing this i'm gonna put a warning at the top.... but yeah, i disowned him, told him if he ever stepped foot around my child, me, or my wife again, i'd kill him myself, and honestly, i fucking meant it...... and if he does... I WILL follow through with it, wasn't just a threat.....
basicly, i know what it is to grow up with a dad... it sucks you have to watch other 'male figures' to figure out what you should be like, when you should be watching your dad... i feel for you dude, it's a shitty way to grow up, but honestly, it makes you stronger, and it makes you a more unique person, you just have to use that in a constructive way.... not to preech or anything, i'm only 21.... i'm not much older then you... i just honestly feel it made me a better person, a chance to become my own man, rather learning from one male figure in my life (i.e. a father) just gotta know how to use that type of stuff to your advantage...
i'm finishing my 4th 40 lol...Quote:
Originally Posted by CanaDanKs Inc.
good to hear brother :DQuote:
Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho
been havign a good holiday????
no, actually not really..... i don't wanna get in the sob-story so i'll spare you (and everyone else) but its been a pretty shitty year for me.... i'm just glad i'm a happy drunk, and getting drunk makes me a [generally] happy person, as opposed to the two other types, which are extremely sad, or extremely angry/abusive types... lolQuote:
Originally Posted by CanaDanKs Inc.
oh..well man, i wouldnt mind reading your whole life story right now actually, lolQuote:
Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho
im really drunk, true, buit alwauys down to help someone get some shit out the stress chest
anyway man, at least you got a happy drunk on, i dont know what got you down this year,... but i recommend trying some new things as a new year resolution
may it be a new physical activity(some cool sport.. perhaos?) meditation, a trip to refresh the mind, lol, whatever it may be...i think you need something new to get you stocked about life again! i dont mean to judge, uou just seem unhappy.. and i feel it would be a better thing for you to be happy
anyway, another happy drunkard here wishes you the best of everything for the next year! smoke another bowl and feel happy... whenever its too hard for me to keep my happy mode on, i schmoke one, and its cool :D
A xbox 360 like 2 weeks ago that I paid 210 for and my parents paid 90.
A 7.2 Q of hash
A new towel (purple)
3 pairs of black adidas socks - 3 pairs of white adidas socks - some other pair of black socks
3 white t shirts
A green hat - a brown hat
Mach 3 kit, with razor, gel and aftershave baum
snazzy new shorts, with pockets (yes!)
a new jumper thats has stripes that are grey blue purple and green. I think it looks iight.
A new wallet with the initials D.F.M even tho my initials are O.F.M :D
40 quid from nanny
4 pairs of boxer shorts
backgammon...
a new folder coz i needed one
my mum said shes giving me more money soon and a new pair of trainers/sneakers in the new year
My grandad is coming back from holiday from australia on the 27th, i dunno what he's gonna get me, prob money.
I shud have had my new bong 2 days ago that i ordered but apparently i wasn't in when they delivered, which is bullshit coz i didn't hear anyone. So now i have to wait til thursday to get it.
I'm happy as hell and high as a mofo :D
do you really wanna hear it, i mean cuz i'd rather not type two words someone wouldn't care to hear, then vice versa, but if you really wanna know my life, then i wouldn't mind typing it (although it would be a short, and to the point story......)Quote:
Originally Posted by CanaDanKs Inc.
how much is 40 quid? how much is 1 quid? lol.. i live in america... and until even just a few months ago, anytime anyone talked about quid, i honestly thought they were talking about a sea creature that somewhat resembled an octopus..... lmfao............
1 quid = 1 pound = 1 sterling
The pound sign on my cpu doesnt work... So i say quid.
ok, WHATS A POUND... lol i live in america, i don't know this shit lmao... just estimate, i'm not exactly expecting someone to give me an exact run down or anything lol....
1 British pound = 1.9631 U.S. dollars
http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en...+dollars&meta=
dude, if it would make you feel good to slpill out your lifeQuote:
Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho
make it as long as you fuckin want
im going to go smoke a bowl, and come back here
and if you posted your lfie story
i will read all of it
then i will feedback
i kid you. the fuck not.
:D
and indeed, what the ^&^% is a quid ?
oh i see. i love quids.
i dont know how it is to not have a dad in my life until the age of 16... but my parents got a divorse when i was about 5... and for about a month, during the begining of shool, he would try to tutor me, then after that month, he would just throw my books in the garbage... because he didnt know how to do my home work... and then he would quit helping me (BTW ive lived with my mom for all but 6 years of my life) and then back in arpil, of this year, he finaly thought he was up to the chalenge of taking me in full time, until the age of 18... along with my brother and sister...and yea, sure it was ok, when i wasnt thinking about my girl, or my old friends... and he wouldnt let me come back to my old town to vist with any one... and so u finaly said fuck... i put on my shoes, and walked out the door with a pack of ciggerets, a lighter, and 75 cents in my pocet, because he wouldnt let me call my GF on MY FUCKING CELL PHONE... and after that... life went down hill with him...we were constily getting in fist fights...yelling at each other, and a few times we both went to far, and were both looking for the keys for our lock boxes(witch both contain hand guns aand ammo) and then i gave up and left... then i came back after everything calmed down a little bit. but after a week... i didnt wake up in time for the bus... so we got im a fist fight over that...so he made me walk to school...about 2 miles away.... i walk about half a mile, and stop at the park, smoke a few ciggerets, and think, i end up walking back to my house after that... and then i grab some clothes... a jacket, a pipe, and scraped his bong, took a few shots, and hopped on a bus, and went back to my moms, the next day, i show up for court, and hes their, and he kicks me out of his house...Quote:
Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho
so for 11 years of my life... it was him just in my life for a little bit..now im back with my mom, around all of my old friends... making a few new friends... living my life how i used to... just injoying seeing girls i know... seeing my old drinkin smoking buddys, and making new ones...
ohh and by the way, carharts is a company that makes clothing for loggers and farmers, also alot of constrution workers, welders and mechinics use them alot of the time...
the carhart instulated cover alls (cover the whole body, and part of the neck) and over alls(farmer john) are good for in the winter...i have a pair of the over alls that i wear when im cutting wood in the winter... or when i have to weld something in the winter... cause they are damn near flame proof... and they make them double kneed so that you dont get cut up by the under grouth(black barry bushes and what not) and they are also made to help prevent sawing your leg off with a chain saw...and trust me on the chain saw stuff... im glad i was wearing my insulated double nee carharts when i was running my stilh 32 with a 24" bar cutting old growth fir, cause i had to cut threw a smaller alder, to get to the bigger logs, and i forgot how much pwoer my saw had(compared to my home lite), and how new the chain was it basicaly cut threw the log like a hot butter knife cutting hash... and came down, and grabed my pant legs, if i had been stoned while i was doing that, i would be hopping around on one leg right now...
they also make normal pants(not like normal normal... but they are basicaly blue jeans, just alot thicker)
and jackets... and a some regular t-shirts, some regular hats, and i think some socks...
umm... some of the carhart clothing is somewhat famous among a few rappers.... such as brotha lynch...
their clothing also only comes in to colors as far as i know... a tan color... and black...
nah dude wouldn't realy make me feel better, i've told it too many times... i mean if you wanted to hear it, iw ouldnt' mind typing it out, but otherwise, i'd just rather not bother with it, if youc an understand that... lolQuote:
Originally Posted by CanaDanKs Inc.
well damn man, i lost touch of my dad at about exactly the same age, except mine just disappeared in dust...literally.Quote:
Originally Posted by partyguy420
anyway, even though i did not have a dad for most of my life, im sure having a dad that made your life a hell to inhabit would be rough for sure. im fucking glad things are going on an up side for you though. things are going the same way over here, so lets keep up the peace :)
lol man for sure. hahah, i just though you really felt like spilling it out, just got a dramatic impression sorry dogg ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho
*cough* fflakin internet sometimes ;)
anyway man, its all good no need to worry about that ruight now anyway right?!
its fucking xmas night, lets find some entertaining shit to do :pimp:
nah dude, i get my feelings out through poetry, call me a faggot, like most have, if you must, but it works nonetheless... spilling it out ain't my thing anymore, my story has caused pain/misery for so many, they won't admit it, but i can see it on their face..... i have a sad story indeed..... was just saying if you were truley intrested in what made me the man i am, and what made my life 'suck' so bad, i woudlnt' mind repeating it all, and yeah it's christmas, i got my woman, my son and skink has his kitty back... joyous enough! why spoil it?Quote:
Originally Posted by CanaDanKs Inc.
well i write raps/poems all the time and make beats and get really into it and all that shit...if writing poems makes you a faggot i dunno what the fuck that makes me...a faggot that really inot it? oh shit fuck that thought!! lolQuote:
Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho
anyway, keep on writing poemsm an, its an awesome way to let shit out, definitely. no need to whine to people around oneself's, that just creates a weird attention needing vibe and yea, no good. thats why art is so frigginly awesome. its underground to one's personality...it comes from the core and most people keep it completely unknown to most. some go all out with it in the public and get lost in the fame and money, and sell-out. haha jk not all ;)
on a third funky note, i personally say blast that stoty man. i think it would be hella interesting. im a youngin and always down to learn from others ya know. just my 2 cent, but no pressure dogg! :)
:thumbsup: :DQuote:
Originally Posted by slipknotpsycho
ok, well if you really wanna know..... i'll keep it short, i know i sure as hell don't like to hear/read alot of extra details... so here it goes.... if anything you wanna know more about ask, and i'lll gladly go into more detail...
i grew up without either parent in my life.... my grandparents (technicallly it's my real gradman, and step grandpa, but he treated me more like a grandson then either of my REAL grandpa's ever did) have, and always have had custody of me. my mom and dad always wanted to go off partying. at birth, my dad was welll over 20, and my mom 15..... she did basicly what my dad wanted her to do, you know how the whole 'older man' thing was, especiallly back then (1985 is my birth year, incase that really matters) so anyways, i grew up without either of them, at one point they tried to take back 'responsibility' and took me 4 hours away (drive) to austin texas, which didn't work, my grandma was severely depressed (if there was ever a candidate for a 'momma's boy' or vice versa, it was me and my grandma, we were closer then anything you'll EVER find, me and my grandpa were that way, but you'll find out what happened a little later on) and so my parents 'didn't know what to do with me, or my grandma' they told my grandparents to come pick me up.... and they did. from that point on, i lived nonstop with my grandparents and THEY WERE my parents, the only diffrence between them and my parents, is the extra letters it takes to spell grandparents, over parents.
i grew up pretty normal, your average kid, i had a few friends, i had my bad ones, that would get me in trouble, and i had my 'good' ones, that if anything, i was giving THEM bad ideas, and getting THEM in trouble...., fast forward quite a few years, eventually i got locked up (this part i leave blank, and i will never fill in, the only people that need to know are my grandparents, me and my wife, and that's how it will stay) and after many tribulations here i am....
you know what? it doesn't sound that bad unless you experienced it, i mean i dont' want to give a day-by-day basis of what happened to me, cuz that would take forever, so i'll just get down to the things that really bother me.... or have in the past (meaning i got through them)
in no particular order, i was locked up, taken away from everything i ever knew, or loved (very traumatic to me), my wife (althought back then was only my fiance and we fought nearly everyday, still to this day, I, NOTICE I SAID I [that part was more to her, then anyone else lol] still threaten leaving her, or divorcing] i grew up with no real parents, always wondering, why they didn't want me, or what i did wrong. in school i was ALWAYS picked on, bullied, even by the entire football team, and of course, the principal could give a half a shit, and i mean beaten, on a daily basis.... and just to the point that it would leave no irreperable <sp???> harm..... but to a point to where i'd be hurting for days, if not weeks.... but no, the 'offfical' in charge couldn't care less (and damnit cuz i know you shadow my posts, and want to question half of what i do/say, ask my grandma, BabySnoookums) i think it's cuz i'm drunk, but nothing sounds as sad right now (i'm a happy drunk lol) there's alot more i'm not telling you, but ijust can't remember it right now.... i know soon as i lay down, i'm going to have more to say on the subject..... but i'm just too drunk (and happy) to think of it alll.... so you know what (lol.. and you better read IT ALL!!!) i'm going to deal with this in the morning when i'm not quite so drunk.
Clothes
Movies"Lots of movies"
dvd/vhs player
19"lcd monitor
250 gig harddrive
more clothes
i think the thread should be... What did you give? not what did you get haha