Looks like I have to stay in Bergen and work during Christmas. I've got two days off (which add up to three because of Christmas holidays) but no boats/planes/buses travel on the 24th. So I'm kinda fucked. Family and friends seem to think it's my fault and they're having a rage. Dicks.

You have my empathy. I always work Christmas and the family always hassels me about it. So sorry

it sucks that my sister is over 18, because i wish i could call CPS over the emotional abuse she's catching from our mom. i grew up with it and my sister dodged it somehow until the last few years. it doesn't affect me too much anymore when she pulls it on me and i can usually shut her down pretty quick, but i can tell my sister is getting even more beat down by it than she already was. she just sits there and takes it.

ah, a nice night spent dancing and telling nazis to fuck off down the drain.

ah, a nice night spent dancing and telling nazis to fuck off down the drain.

I'm intrigued as to whether you want Nazis to fuck off in a drainward direction, or if you're stood shouting "FUCK OFF" town the kitchen sink in the hope that there might be some Nazis down there to hear you!

I thought the same thing!

Walked into my study to do some internet stuff tonight, and I find a scene out of Arachnophobia. Don't know where the fuck they all came from, but about a dozen or more whitetails are crawling on my desk, walls, window and ceiling. OK, there were all babies, and at first I thought they were ants, and was mildly annoyed, until I got a closer look. Like hell I'm going to let these little bastards grow up and overtake my flat. So grabbed some bug spray, went back into the room, and sprayed enough to kill everything.
An hour or so later, it still smells in here, but they're all dead. If I find more, they will join their siblings.

Have I mentioned I hate whitetails?

[JuZ]

Wasn't clutch in fact. was clutch release bearing driving itself through pressure plate. Deep Joy.

Damn! Sorry to hear that. No luck with cars at all! I hope that's the end of your run and it's all happy motoring once this is sorted.

I've been realising lately that I am a real bitch. A total asshole. And I really need to change, because it makes me feel like shit. And I'm not doing it on purpose at all, I really want to be a nice person, but I just fuck it up by not noticing when I step on peoples toes again and again and again. So yeah, I have to change, but where to start..? ah.. but I have apologized to one person, and he accepted my apology, so that's nice..

Anyways. I'll shut up now.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

[JuZ]

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

What he said.

Yep. I've apologized to two people, and everything's cool with us. So that's a start. I actually don't think I have that many to apologize to, so the next step will be to start thinking before I talk. That'll be the difficult part. But it's going to be ok.

I don't post in this thread too often, so I figured I might as well make up for that now.

Shit aspects of shit gloomy November mood:
- Feeling at best: secondary
- Feeling at worst: unwanted
- Feeling on average: not quite good enough
- Convinced that I am annoying everyone and as a result of that, actually annoying everyone
- Sharing shit I'll regret when I am happy again
- Not really being able to communicate properly, so I can only explain myself in terms of the shit above, which people aren't really interested in/don't want to deal with... so they don't talk to me and TADA, we've got an evil self-reinforcing circle going on.

Good thing:
- Anything remotely positive, weird, nice or slightly dumb can cheer me up! : D

Not looking for sympathy. Just explaining why I may come across as a moron nowadays.

In other shit news: It's been a year since my dog died. God, I miss her.

Now don't take me too seriously. Here's a duck:

Now excuse me while I go fapping to the awesome-thread!

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

What? 1,000 miles! No way, that is way too fucking far. Nah, turn around before it is too late. Your feet will thank you.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

What? 1,000 miles! No way, that is way too fucking far. Nah, turn around before it is too late. Your feet will thank you.

It all depends on whether you turn left or right when you take that step. Left is usually a pretty good experience. Right is Economy/Coach. From everything I've heard that's not good at all.

i want eggnog. i'm not going to have any because i pointedly don't celebrate thanksgiving and eggnog is too festive.

i'm such a dick.

The lines at the DMV.
Having to be at the DMV.
Having to give money to the DMV.
'Nuff said.