Discussion in 'Chit Chat' started by Mirko, Feb 28, 2017.
Another come-from-behind New England Patriots victory! That game was an emotional roller coaster.
You were the one who dumped me!
I just found out my neighbor passed away. That sucks.
Woot hell yeah Pats!!!!!!! Bring on the Eagles!
Ugh. I can't handle another Cheatriots Super Bowl win. Feel awful typing this, but ... Go Eagles.
My city's team gets to play in the Superbowl, I should be happy. But I don't care one ounce about football, so I watched the Screen Actors Guild Awards instead.
Congratulations anyway Eagles.
The Eagles deserve to win. They never get credit for anything and it's there time to shine damnit.
I still feel sick and unsure if i will go to work
Feel better, Wes!
I hate their fanbase and all Philly teams, but it's still better than watching New England win again.
I don’t know that I can handle another Xanax game like that.
I'm from Philly and I can't stand the Eagles fanbase either. I find them super annoying.
I'm thinking "MEOW TO YOU CRUEL WORLD MEOW MEOW"
Really feeling the dysphoria today. I went and tried women's clothes at 2 different secondhand stores. Ultimately left with a purse, backpack, and cami. All black. Nothing helps me with my dysphoria lately. I have no urge to publicly wear women's clothes or makeup because i still feel like a man because of my shape and fat placement. it doesn't help that I'm down on myself right now because I'm 245. I like wearing this top because it helps me feel closer to my gender, but it doesn't help when i get the full picture in the mirror. i still look like a boy
I'm thinking that I have to stop going out and drinking so much. Twice this month I woke up in bed with guys I don't even remember meeting. I know one of them definitely took advantage of me, because he gave me shots of vodka at his house. I probably consented, but I don't know how I could have been awake after the bar. I woke up while he was still sleeping, my clothes were on the floor in the kitchen, and I we had the same phone, so I grabbed his by accident, and there were many pictures of me on it, from the look of it, I was unconscious when they were taken. My eyes are closed, and without getting into detail, I was posed in different positions. I deleted all of them, after I sent them all to my phone. At first I was needing proof that he took them while I was to inebriated to consent, but now I just keep looking at them, and I don't know what to do.
FUCK, my night sucked. Go in to work, get told an hour into my shift that we need 360 of a particular part before 7:30. So what happens? The damn machine malfunctions 37. FUCKING. TIMES. All of them requiring a supervisor to come over and basically "unlock" the machine so it'll run again. I got to 250 parts done with an hour left to go, figure I can get to at least 300 and that first-shift can come in and finish the job.
With an hour left in my shift, the team supervisor comes in and says SHIPPING GAVE US THE WRONG PART NUMBER, I ASSEMBLED 250 OF THE WRONG THING, AND SIX HOURS WORTH OF WORK AND FIGHTING WITH MY MACHINERY WAS FOR NOTHING.
So guess what? Chrysler isn't getting those parts before 7:30. Thank you, Shipping, for making my entire night a total waste of time.
I have midterms this week and I literally want to die. Spent all weekend at the Women's March on Saturday and then hanging out with friends on Sunday and I'm gonna fucking die. Why in the fucking world did I think it would be a good idea to take so many difficult classes? The only thing I want to do is sleep, but apparently, I have to know how to solve double absolute value radical equations despite the fact that I spent the first month and a half of school in a goddamned hospital. I'm supposed to be studying for US History, but instead, I'm scrolling through EC trying to avoid doing shit.
You should go to hospital and get checked out then go to the police.
I'm originally from PA and had to suffer through years of Shitsburgh Steelers and Penguins fans talking trash. But even they aren't as bad as Philly fans, although they're close.
I didn't send in my food handlers card in time so now I'm not scheduled to work this weekend. Oh well it's been a while since I've had a week off.