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My psycho neighbor is out for me now, I just know it. She already filed a false police report on my other neighbor, I can imagine what's in store for me now.
She's going to do what she can to hurt me.
I've been doing what I can to make sure she doesn't try to have my house or my kids taken off me.
It sucks that people can do this and get away with it.
She's not happy until she can sit on her porch and spy on everyone and make their lives hell.
Ironic since she is commiting welfare fraud with her...common law man not willing to get a job but reapiing the rewards of food stamps and cash assistance. I'm afraid to even pick up anything in my yard because they may call SSI and report that I'm disabled and make it sound like I was painting the house, and yes...they would do that.
I'm sick over this.
I can't open my blinds, I live like a fugitive. Its so sick.
 
My psycho neighbor is out for me now, I just know it. She already filed a false police report on my other neighbor, I can imagine what's in store for me now.
She's going to do what she can to hurt me.
I've been doing what I can to make sure she doesn't try to have my house or my kids taken off me.
It sucks that people can do this and get away with it.
She's not happy until she can sit on her porch and spy on everyone and make their lives hell.
Ironic since she is commiting welfare fraud with her...common law man not willing to get a job but reapiing the rewards of food stamps and cash assistance. I'm afraid to even pick up anything in my yard because they may call SSI and report that I'm disabled and make it sound like I was painting the house, and yes...they would do that.
I'm sick over this.
I can't open my blinds, I live like a fugitive. Its so sick.

*hugs* Stupid neighbors suck.

Blurt: It's too damn hot still. Can we PLEASE have some cool weather and maybe some cool rain for a change? Please!
 
Mmm... Nine hours of sleep... It was so much more satisfying than my standard six and a half to seven.

ooooo, sounds good to me! Haven't had that in I don't know how long.

Porn is not supposed to make me cry, is it? :confused:

Good writing can, whether it's porn or something else Who cares?


*hugs*

Why is nothing, nothing, going right these days? :mad::(

:rose::kiss::heart:

My psycho neighbor is out for me now, I just know it. She already filed a false police report on my other neighbor, I can imagine what's in store for me now.
She's going to do what she can to hurt me.
I've been doing what I can to make sure she doesn't try to have my house or my kids taken off me.
It sucks that people can do this and get away with it.
She's not happy until she can sit on her porch and spy on everyone and make their lives hell.
Ironic since she is commiting welfare fraud with her...common law man not willing to get a job but reapiing the rewards of food stamps and cash assistance. I'm afraid to even pick up anything in my yard because they may call SSI and report that I'm disabled and make it sound like I was painting the house, and yes...they would do that.
I'm sick over this.
I can't open my blinds, I live like a fugitive. Its so sick.

*hugs* Didn't you want someone to play chess with? Or is it stratego? Don't they use bombs in that?
 
ooooo, sounds good to me! Haven't had that in I don't know how long.

It was unique for me as well. I enjoyed the hell out of it :D

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My knees hurt so bad from working out yesterday morning and tonight, but if this makes them stronger than all the better. I need to get into better shape, and I know it is going to hurt earlier so that it won't later. I just hope I am doing it right.
 
Holy shit, it's not even 11:00pm here yet? It's too early to go to bed, but I'm too tired to stay up much longer...
 
When I was on my way to Troon
I found ma troosers fallin' doon
And so a kilt I thought I'd wear
So that my ass wouldny be bear.
 
My psycho neighbor is out for me now, I just know it. She already filed a false police report on my other neighbor, I can imagine what's in store for me now.
She's going to do what she can to hurt me.
I've been doing what I can to make sure she doesn't try to have my house or my kids taken off me.
It sucks that people can do this and get away with it.
She's not happy until she can sit on her porch and spy on everyone and make their lives hell.
Ironic since she is commiting welfare fraud with her...common law man not willing to get a job but reapiing the rewards of food stamps and cash assistance. I'm afraid to even pick up anything in my yard because they may call SSI and report that I'm disabled and make it sound like I was painting the house, and yes...they would do that.
I'm sick over this.
I can't open my blinds, I live like a fugitive. Its so sick.

UGH!!! That's horrible...I HATE asshole neighbors!!! Why does anybody have to do shit like that? :rose:
 
I can't believe I'm feeling guilty about being an accomplice to the murder of an Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake.

FUCK.

My over-developed sense of guilt is going to make my life a fucking hell tonight.

:(
 
When I was on my way to Troon
I found ma troosers fallin' doon
And so a kilt I thought I'd wear
So that my ass wouldny be bear.

:heart:


Blurt: Bag o' wine gets the job done as well as a bottle of wine, and, it packs better for camping/river trips. :D
 
:heart:


Blurt: Bag o' wine gets the job done as well as a bottle of wine, and, it packs better for camping/river trips. :D

Camping trips that navigate from one outlet for alcohol to another save carrying wine. Camping trips on horseback that travel from country pub to country pub save carrying anything and avoid DUIs.

When younger I was involved with the organisation of a pony trekking holiday. The punters rode the ponies/horses from one pub to another, stopping at a pub for lunch. Their tents were taken down by the organisers, transported with all their baggage by van to the next overnight stop where the tents were re-erected. Breakfasts, lunches and evening meals were provided by the public houses as were the camping sites. All the holidaymakers had to do was stay on the quadrupeds during their transits.

Unfortunately some of them couldn't manage to stay on their quadrupeds after a liquid lunch. The management had to provide a minibus to collect the drunk and incapables.

The holidays were popular.

Og
 
Camping trips that navigate from one outlet for alcohol to another save carrying wine. Camping trips on horseback that travel from country pub to country pub save carrying anything and avoid DUIs.

When younger I was involved with the organisation of a pony trekking holiday. The punters rode the ponies/horses from one pub to another, stopping at a pub for lunch. Their tents were taken down by the organisers, transported with all their baggage by van to the next overnight stop where the tents were re-erected. Breakfasts, lunches and evening meals were provided by the public houses as were the camping sites. All the holidaymakers had to do was stay on the quadrupeds during their transits.

Unfortunately some of them couldn't manage to stay on their quadrupeds after a liquid lunch. The management had to provide a minibus to collect the drunk and incapables.

The holidays were popular.

Og

didn't get past the second pub hey mr ogg :D
 
didn't get past the second pub hey mr ogg :D

They usually did on the first day. It was the second and subsequent days when they had more confidence in their riding and misplaced confidence in their alcohol capacity...

Og
 
didn't get past the second pub hey mr ogg :D

Hey, long time no see.

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I came in 5th and 2nd in my poker games last night. I think I won more hands last night than in my entire previous poker season. I am also getting the giveaway seat for regionals that our bar's tournament director can give out (because the regional tournament is on my birthday :D ).
 
Camping trips that navigate from one outlet for alcohol to another save carrying wine. Camping trips on horseback that travel from country pub to country pub save carrying anything and avoid DUIs.

When younger I was involved with the organisation of a pony trekking holiday. The punters rode the ponies/horses from one pub to another, stopping at a pub for lunch. Their tents were taken down by the organisers, transported with all their baggage by van to the next overnight stop where the tents were re-erected. Breakfasts, lunches and evening meals were provided by the public houses as were the camping sites. All the holidaymakers had to do was stay on the quadrupeds during their transits.

Unfortunately some of them couldn't manage to stay on their quadrupeds after a liquid lunch. The management had to provide a minibus to collect the drunk and incapables.

The holidays were popular.

Og

Jebus. There's a time and place for booze, usually after the work's done. I've not quite learned how to hold my beer and not spill during a Class III (or IV, or V) :rolleyes:. What you describe sounds so ... touristy! Dude ranch! Fake!

...or something.

I grew up near Yellowstone National Park here in the U.S. Tourists ranged from the biologist/ecologist who'd come work for the summer, to the idiot who thought all the animals in the park were tame (Srsly, how many buffalo gorings does it take to convince you, moron?!) Folks would come looking for a bit of the Wild West, and some would provide it a la Dude ranches and the like. Contrived. All of it.

Just not my style.

Gimme the real deal, please. :) Should I visit England ever, I'd like to hunker down with the locals and observe, not make an ass of myself pretending I'm something I'm not.
 
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