((sugarbear)) My confession is that I plan to drink straight from the bottle once I finish this damn paper. I need to get off here and get back to work...blah....
Post by lexxasaurus on Feb 27, 2015 0:41:11 GMT -5
I sold blank blotter paper and fake pills too. Oh dumb younger kids, they didn't question it.
I also spilled liquid LSD on my hands once. Wiped it off on my pants, thought nothing of it, UNTIL I STARTED TRIPPING BALLS. That whole absorbed-through-your-skin thing is true, and quite inconvenient.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
I may get fired from my job. Or have to quit. Over pay. And it's fine, but I don't want to go through the job search shit AGAIN.
Actually, I say it's fine, but it isn't. I say that a lot, but I should stop. I just tend to do that until I find a safe time/place to fall apart. I haven't found a place yet & I am cracking a bit. And blah & blah. Wine. Whine. Wine.
I sent Internet creeps to the house of a girl that was making my life hell in high school.
Go on...
She would inform me daily about how my ex boyfriend left me for her because I was overweight and she was not. Would throw things at me in the hall. The breaking point was when I was in a bathroom stall and she dumped a bunch of diet pills over the top of the stall with her friends cackling away.
So, I went home, stole some of my mom's freezer vodka got lit, and went onto the local AOL chat rooms. I talked filthy dirty to about 15 different guys and gave them all her name and address saying I wanted the real thing. Through rumors (never knew for sure) I found out she got in trouble with her parents for being in adult chat rooms. So I'm guessing at least one showed up.
She still messed with me until the next school year when I came back back from summer break 15lbs lighter. But at least I got to pay her back a little bit for making my life hell that year.
She would inform me daily about how my ex boyfriend left me for her because I was overweight and she was not. Would throw things at me in the hall. The breaking point was when I was in a bathroom stall and she dumped a bunch of diet pills over the top of the stall with her friends cackling away.
So, I went home, stole some of my mom's freezer vodka got lit, and went onto the local AOL chat rooms. I talked filthy dirty to about 15 different guys and gave them all her name and address saying I wanted the real thing. Through rumors (never knew for sure) I found out she got in trouble with her parents for being in adult chat rooms. So I'm guessing at least one showed up.
She still messed with me until the next school year when I came back back from summer break 15lbs lighter. But at least I got to pay her back a little bit for making my life hell that year.
I get that you were a kid, and that she tortured you, and that you probably realize this now...
But ho-lee-fucking-shittttttt, that was a colossal mistake on your part. That could have ended horribly. I am so glad she didn't get murdered. Seriously, that is the stuff of nightmares. THIS IS WHY I AM TERRIFIED OF THE INTERNETS IN THE HANDS OF MY TEENAGE STUDENTS.