The Isolated Blurt Thread III: Thread of Darkness

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"You miss her? Then book a ticket on the next flight get on a fucking plane and fly to her. Jump on a bus and ride five, six, eleven hours to see her beautiful face. Hitch hike from the other side of the country, in the rain, sunshine and the hail. Take your Mom’s car and drive for three hours and bang on her door, until she wakes up shitty but happy to see you. Sneak onto a train and journey for two hours. If you miss her as much as you say, then you will find a way to get to her. Even if that means you’re broke for two months, or tired for a week. If she matters as much as you say, you’ll find a way."
 
was legitamately terrified earlier today...

on the crowded subway train i was forced to sit next to a man, i'm guessing in his early 50's, who had the creepiest, most inhuman cough i've ever heard in my life.
it had a cold, wet, metallic tone to it, and sometimes it it seemed like his mouth with their ashen gray lips would open out of sync with the horrible noise that came out of it.

i'm pretty sure the guy was a sick old cyborg. when my stop came i jumped
 
If you are going to call other posters illiterate, at least do yourself the courtesy of running spell check before you submit your reply.
 
Why did my alarm have to go off in the middle of a raunchy dream about Matthew McConaughey? :mad:

for the same reason i woke up after my journey down the open path through the darkened woods that led to the open, rolling field with it's barn that the two cute, young women left to be followed by the old man who shot them while they cried and i huddled in terror behind a tree only realizing my flashlight was on after the old lady calmly pointed me out to the old man leading me to run with stumbling futility away to my death deeper in the woods as he coldly and calmly followed shotgun in head as twilight turned to night fall. life just isn't fair.

but what i really want to know is why did the flashlight have an extension cord that went on seemingly for miles?
 
was legitamately terrified earlier today...

on the crowded subway train i was forced to sit next to a man, i'm guessing in his early 50's, who had the creepiest, most inhuman cough i've ever heard in my life.
it had a cold, wet, metallic tone to it, and sometimes it it seemed like his mouth with their ashen gray lips would open out of sync with the horrible noise that came out of it.

i'm pretty sure the guy was a sick old cyborg. when my stop came i jumped


wash your hands and face. brush your hair.
 
In my experience, unless asked it is never a good idea to share your "suggestions" with the boss. If she asks for help or suggestions or anything like that, THEN you can say what you want.

Until then, just don't.
 
If you are going to call other posters illiterate, at least do yourself the courtesy of running spell check before you submit your reply.

Related: the next person here to misuse your/you're is getting it.

Not sure what "it" is or where "it" will come from, but it will not be pleasant.

Some sort of karmic tornado of nasty sent from hell, I'm hoping.

In my experience, unless asked it is never a good idea to share your "suggestions" with the boss. If she asks for help or suggestions or anything like that, THEN you can say what you want.

Until then, just don't.

Alright, sorry! I'll stop giving you suggestions then! :( :( ;)
 
I'm editing stories, approving Volunteer Editor profiles, checking user-submitted profile images, writing a feature request proposal for our programmer dude, and answering emails while keeping half an eye on the forums.

And to be honest, I can barely do one thing at once. So I'm sort of playing with fire. Living on the edge, if you will.
 
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