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I parked my car (2006 Infiniti G35x, nice car right?) in my driveway, facing in. I left it there for two days. I come out to go wherever and some asshole plucked my Infiniti emblem from inside my grill. Like literally had to put a screwdriver in the grill and pop it out! The car is fn beautiful! Cinnamon fiery red they call it! Now I'm driving it around lookin like I bought the thing from a used and abused car lot when no, I paid good money for that luxurious beautiful ride!

Haha, so not just the grill, but like 2 months ago I was shopping, come out legit a 1/2 hr later, and someone like scratched the whole back up! Looks like they tried to pry the "G" off on the rear end because there's screwdriver marks going into the corner of the letter! Along with some key marks and what looks like they kicked the bumper bc the paints shattered, I've got some serious malicious destruction going on here..NOT COOL!

So I'm thinking of going to the cops for a Mal D. Report. It's not like they're gonna find who did it, but because it's malicious destruction, vandalism, and not an accident, a few of my cop friends said it shouldn't put a surcharge on my insurance, but would be covered. Kinda like if your windshield gets shattered? Does anyone have any info on that? Cause my dad said they'd raise my premium? (if I do go to the cops, they might make me pull my illegal window tint off, what'd ya thing of that too?) "Whoo weee! What a predicament!" (John Travolta, Face/Off anybody). I think rolling the windows down in the middle of a Freezing January will raise questions since the rear window looks like it has construction paper on it! Lol.

Anyway, I absolutely love love that car so I wanna keep it nice, it's so aggravating and even disappointing to see people be such dickheads about that!

Ahhh! Thanks for listening! Any feedback!
Always, you're family's favorite Sith

some background .SWIM is an experinced user with cannabis. The only other drugs SWIM has had are amphetamines and alcohol. SWIM has always been interested in pyscedlics.
So when SWIM heard from a friend that by staying awake while on ambien it produces pyscedlic like properties. He offered SWIM some and SWIM jumped on the oppurtunity.

t:00:SWIM take 20 mg of ambien and go with some friends to a party.
t:20: fighting of falling asleep, party was about to get busted So SWIM go with some friends to a hookah lounge dont notice any effects besides a slight euphoria.
t:30: Arrive at the hookah loung and smoke some hookah. SWIM and friends all chiped in and went to get some bud. SWIM notices when he stands up SWIM felt as if the floor was at an angle when it was level.
On the way to get the pot SWIM rode in the bed of the truck due to lack of room. SWIM noticed he thought he was seeing 4 people inside the cab and when they arrive there are only three. SWIM finds that Walking straight is becoming difficult.
smoke 3 bowels of some dank and head back to the hookah lounge. SWIM was having stoned feeling with the unknown feeling slowley working its way up.
t:45: Chilling at the hookah lounge no social boundries which is diffirent because pot usually makes SWIM kind of laid back.
T55: SWIM pulss out his phone and wow. SWIM looked at his phone and it was crazy bright. as somehow drawn to it. managed to unlock his phoe.
which was rather difficult due to the fact the the letters were moving around on the keyboard and the screen was breathing. very vividly. Somehow managed to text some friends which turned out to be total gibberish
because he had very little motor control in his hands. SWIM kept dropping his phone The crazy thin is he felt everytime he pressed a key it was sucking him into the phone. H3 forgot what he was doing and was conviced that himself that he was tripping on some type of strong halluciongen. In swims mind it was real.
t:1:5: SWIM and some friends go out for air.They light up a bowl and pass it around, memory is fragmented here, remeber a guyalking and talking to SWIM
SWIM does not remeber much of the convo except he was being a total smart ass, saying things and relizing he said them later.
SWIM did not even relize the they were smoking pot in a puplic place, not that SWIM cared. another ambien affect. SWIM was lucky the guy was cool.
t:1:15: leave hookah loung. SWIM remembers getting and the truck and getting out cannot remember the ride from the lounge to SWIMS friends house which is a good 25 minutes away.
t;1:40: arrive at my buddies house. they talk for awhile and pack another bowl. Swim was with two friends and as he was talking to them he noticed if he looked at the from one angle one morphed into some guy SWIM barley knew and they other a friend that wasent even their. SWIM found thi very entertaining.
t:2:00: SWIM smokes one last bowl and decides to crash, he wakes up in the morning feeling very well rested.

Overall i think it was a really fun exprince and hope to try it again. I did not expect it to be so extreme.
Have you guys ever had an experince like this? sorry for spelling Im really tired and dont wont to correct

Let's face it, my ego was shit up until today, I got into horticulture for herb(al) identification, I shitted all over the class that was earlier by not being aware at the time it started.

I'm quite ecstatic to learn about well, anything new. Flipping signs is not exactly that makes you feel like your doing something with your life. I'm going to quit that bullshit and look for a real job- like mcdonalds where u get a proper time shift.

I'm happy.

Oh and that class has some hippy looking fellows so a connect for some psychoactives will soon follow

Fuck yea.

right now i am facing the conquewences of lossing my hand i dont give a fuck what you to i just want someone to tell me where to go to ask for hellp this is an emergency need to know if i should hold my hand up or keep it cold to speed up blood lflow

just tell me where to go there just be lots of people on here that losse there vien do you think i care what action you do tell me where to go for help or just be an ass

where do you go for help now on this

i dont have tiime

all viens have collapes hand is itchy
do i put cold on it

It's kind of... well, boring. Overkill. Uninteresting. I've never had an Xmas that really stood out for being a bonding, familial experience. Then when my dad got sick and my mom became an alcoholic (or, rather, her Alcoholism went out of remission and she became an active drunk again) I got used to the nonevent that Christmas has become. The only years I remember vividly are, sadly, the years I got that BIG GIFT I wanted... stupid. When all along it was the begging and pleading to open my gifts early to my mom and dad and them finally -- FINALLY -- caving, after 2 days, and letting me open my gifts...

No Chinese food and A Christmas Story marathon this year, though.

Gonna go to a friend's house later today. Gonna have innocent fun, as they say. Pot and alcohol. Food and drink.

Boring.

That's like... grocery store sushi. It's sushi -- but it's not SUSHI! Fuuuuck.

I'm finding 'blogging' to be fun. Although it did make a lot more sense when it was called Journals, but that ain't cool. I have a low post count but my join date is from 2005. I feel like I share way too much. No one needs to know any of this shit. But I've been mostly lurking on this website for over 6 years now so maybe it's time I give back to the community in any way I can. My mindless ramblings aren't much, but I guess it's better than nothing.

I want to help people, advise people, give them a push in the right direction -- but who the fuck am I to do that? I am nobody. How can I help someone with stuff I cannot figure out for myself?

I have to cook some food and bring it... one of my other friends who is going to the gathering later gave us some money to buy some food. I only have enough money to buy basic, essential food for the 3 of us -- the FAMILY -- not some extraneous stuff... But my friend came through. I'm sure for selfish reasons but... whatever.

Oh, and I'm making Creamsicle Jello Shots! (That's orange Jello with vanilla vodka... I have this huge fucking liquor cabinet and I don't touch much of it, if ever, anymore... I used to wonder, back when I was like, 17, how people could just have ALL THIS LIQUOR and not touch it! Well, I get it now...)

The person that did this was my high school drinking/drug buddy. He's more than that, probably one of my best friends, but neither of us would admit it, especially not to each other. He's my brother's age but graduating college ahead of me... Everyone is going to get their degrees before me, it seems.

Oh -- one thing about my new old job -- don't hand a fucking box cutter to someone you just met 5 minutes ago and then proceed to be a fucking raging lunatic bitch to them. It's just not good for your general well being.

This week has been so fucking weird. I spent most of it sick, in bed. Not dope sick, but like, I got these terrible migraines. I assume they had something to do with the heroin. I am prone to migraines but that was the only variable that was different this week. (I keep a log of my headaches so I can see what triggers my migraines. I've been getting them since I was around 11 years old. Mono-sodium Glutamate [MSG], for example, is a big trigger for me so I have to avoid that stuff like the plague. It's in damn near EVERY processed or packaged food you can think of! Chips, crackers, hot dogs, deli meats, Ramen noodle packets, frozen pizza pockets... I'm better off not eating that stuff anyway but unfortunately sometimes when you're broke the only thing you can afford to eat is an MSG bomb!)

But anyway, back to my my observations; I'd sniff a bag and then my vision would go blurry and I'd get the classic "migraine aura" and I'd feel this intense pressure on either side of my head (depending on what side the migraine ended up on) then I became nauseous and my hands and lips became tingly and numb... then the pain would start, incredibly intense, behind my eye... If you've ever had a migraine, you know the type of awful pain they cause. And any sensory input becomes unbearable -- light hurts, sound hurts, smells make you want to vomit... So I'd lay in my bed, turn off all of the lights and I would just try to fall asleep. Because that's the only way a migraine goes away -- you have to either puke and sleep it off or sometimes, if you're lucky, you can skip the puking and just sleep it off.

The analgesic effect of the heroin was nowhere to be found... Or maybe the migraines were so intense that the analgesic effect of the heroin was only so much? I don't know! These were very strange reactions for me to be having. Any sane person would have flushed the dope, but not me, I had to finish it all. I don't think I've ever thrown drugs away. No matter how bad of a reaction I've had from them, I've always hung on to the drugs and finished them at a later point. I remember I threw some pot that my mom found in my backpack away once and I still feel angry about having to do that... See? Crazy!

My girlfriend told me she figured out I was using heroin and I felt even shittier... I just do not learn, I guess. I'm happy she loves me and I'm happy she sticks with me no matter how much of a shitty person I am but I always feel like I don't deserve her. She can do so much better than my crazy, stupid, ugly, drug-addled ass.

But I love her. I want to be with her and I want to spend my life with her and I want to marry her and I want to buy a house together and raise a child together and be old farts together but I also want to feel like I deserve her and I want to feel like I can be the woman that she deserves.

I guess I can start doing that by getting a job. I have a job interview on Friday and I'm really excited for this one! It's at an independent coffee shop in Manhattan. That narrows it down, right? I really hope I get this job! It seems like, dare I say it, a fun place to work! I'm crossing my fingers and hoping my good luck doesn't fail me now... Haha.

I sold one of my beloved gadgets and, with some of the money I got for it, I caved and bought some pills. No heroin though. No more heroin. I feel so shitty about the heroin. I feel like I let my girlfriend down... I didn't TELL her explicitly that I bought heroin instead of oxy but she figured it out. She knows me better than I know myself, as cliched as that is.

I'm going to see what things I can make better for myself and for her... I want to be able to pay her back for all of the stuff she's done for me over these past couple of years. She's so good to me and all I do is cause her grief and pain. But I will change. I have to. I've been so depressed since I quit my old job... I had a 401k, paid vacation and all of that good shit. It wasn't the best job in the world but not many 20 year old's have 401ks... I'm 25 now and don't have shit, but once upon a time I had a little bit.

Right now, physically, I feel so fucking GOOD though... I had about 110mg of oxycodone. If heroin was like this, I'd be in trouble.

I can't find anyone with any fucking pot! What the hell? All my usual sources are not answering or it's coming tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow... I just want to smoke up and chill the fuck out. The only thing around, is what I don't want -- any of that crap my friend's boyfriend buys... 'Hood dime bags that are mostly stems and seeds. Bah... He buys dimes of the worst weed on earth and then spends 2 dollars on a blunt wrap. And smokes at least 4 or 5 a night... I can't wrap my head around it. I enjoy smoking a blunt every now and again, as a social thing, but when I want to SMOKE, I prefer bongs... And why would you spend the same amount of money on your drug as the thing you're going to smoke it with? You can buy 2 DIMES if you just invest in a nice little bowl! Oh well, to each their own, right? I call this type of weed "Mexican dirt" ... and it doesn't even get you stoned. I'm far from a pot snob, but Jesus, this stuff is bad! I guess smoking it out of a bowl would be.... unpleasant... but I'm hoping the cannabis Gods decide to bless me with some green in the very near future.

But yeah. I have to sell some gold jewelry I have lying around here. My dad's Tiffany's watch and a gold necklace my mom got from her job as an anniversary gift, along with some other stuff that belongs to my family... Everyone is either sick or dead. That's my family legacy... Sigh.

I need to pay off the rest of this rent. I feel like scum for having to resort to this but what good are these items doing me? Or my family for that matter? My dad never wore the watch his company gave him for his 20 year anniversary there. I don't even know how much a Tiffany's watch would sell for and if I'm going to sell this I don't want to get ripped off. At least gold has a set price according to weight. Sigh.

I am scum. I am not selling my parents' wedding rings though. Those are too precious. My mom had the band from her wedding ring and wore that up until the day she died... I took it off of her finger as the paramedics took her away... I wore it on my thumb for a long time. It gave me some comfort for a while but then it started to feel creepy. She said she lost the ring with the diamond in it but not long after she died, as I was cleaning the house, I found the ring with the diamond in it. She swore up and down she'd lost it in her friend's apartment... but what a strange time to find it.

Things like that happen... maybe she was trying to tell me something...

Maybe I'm just reading way too much into it.

I miss my parents... I need to get back into therapy. I missed one day and then I tried to reschedule but my therapist ended up not being in on that day and then I rescheduled but no-showed so now I have to reschedule again. I can't let myself get complacent in this... I felt like I was getting somewhere. So... I will keep going.

Now I've said entirely too much about nothing.

I'm just hoping I get this job! It will be good for me! And for my brother and girlfriend! And my doggies! More money coming in the household is always good.

it has been about a month since i went to the ER and was diagnosed with sacroiliitis and referred to a pain clinic, i figured i would of been in by the end of that week. since that diagnosis i got the AS diagnosis, and today while at the pain clinic they only had the MRI results for bi-lateral sacroiliitis.

i took my second shot of humira on the tenth, and have a grip of mmj lavender-chocolate chocolate-chip cookies, and other herbals, so her palpating and bending my legs and knees trying to aggravate my sacro-ligaments didnt bother me, nor did it when she put pressure around my L4&L5. i could feel her pressing and it didnt feel right but there was no pain, she was surprised, saying "that humira must really work...!" -she has nooo idea.

all she said they would do there was give me a local anesthetic, and steroid shot into the sacroiliac joints, NO T/Y! and other joints; knees, shoulders, hips, fuck that. the humira is like 30 units IM, piece of cake, an expensive one, but im not having some big ass needle dive into deep tissue on a regular basis...

so the appointment was totally uneventful, except i was given a 'general' referral to any physical therapist i wanted to see, and she suggested a particular practice. i though they did physical therapy there, i need a massage and some acupuncture damnit!

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I don't know where to find the answer to this, but can someone tell me what IMO stands for? Seen it a lot and can't figure it out. Also, what does green lighter mean?
Definitely new to this site and I'm loving it! Definitely feel like I helped a few people already with the thanks you get, people really appreciate the feedback! Nice community! Keep up the good work!

Also, can someone maybe tell me what all the different highlighted colored posts mean, the two clowns before the title, there are icons. Is there some ky somewhere? I don't really now how to navagate the site too well.

Some of these moderators aare fucking dorks that wack off to threads..I had a thread removed today..reason drug id post are against policy ..well flamer ..I never ask for a id I simply asked for other people experience with the drug and any info would be helpful and that a quote..fuck you..get a life....DORK

hello members of bluelight i am just wondering has anyone ever injected Methiopropamine. and is it safe , please let me know asap of your experiences

I have found a healthier and legal way to help me get thru the day with more energy and focus.

Heres what I'm doing:

In the morning with breakfast
·200mg caffeine pill
·1g l-tyrosine

One hour later
·500mg trimethylglycine (TMG)


I'll repeat that once more in the day not long after noon, with a multivitamin taken with my brunch, between the two.



TMG is a methyl donor that helps in the production of several brain chemicals and hence improves mood, energy, wellbeing, alertness, concentration, and visual clarity.

Tyrosine is a direct precursor to the neurotransmitters that are directly affected by Adderall.. TMG will transport those chemicals to their respective places in your body faster and more efficiently than normal.


I'm adding exercise and a balanced diet to this.. I'll test it out for a while and see how it does for me.

love to get some nice smack now in 2nd day of withdrawls n im givin d fuck up...... cant leave my hse im so sick HELP

So all this is new to me. I get 120 4 mg tabs of Hydromorphine every month and I have started slamming them to ease my pain. I hear of a filter or some kind what is it and where do I get one? After one IM injection I formed a hugh lump, any idea what it is? I know it is painfull.

i dont even know where to start, or if this is even a blog haha.
but i have come to the conclusion that this past year has been the absolute worst of my life.

-i was thrown out of the closet.
being openly-bisexual ended up being the best and worst thing to happen to me. i lost all of my friends since no one wants to be friends with "the gay kid", had to leave the soccer team due to verbal abuse, and things werent getting any better with my parents (who had found out years prior, only to try and disown me after being told. every cuss word you can imagine, ive been called that by them. my "dad" shoved a bible in my face a few times a week, and would hold his fist in the air in front of my face and yell "you have no fucking idea how bad i want to punch your face right now" and i would just smile and cry, telling him to do it so i'd have a reason to leave the dreaded abusive house. theres more but thats for another blog 8) )
getting through all of that had one benefit though, it made me a stronger person initially. now i'm not afraid to admit that i have the capacity to have feelings for a girl or a boy. whats in their pants isnt really what i care about, its mainly based on their personality.

-i became a pretty moderate/frequent drug user.
at the beginning of the year i was using MDMA once every few weeks, and im not sure if its the lack of quality in pills or that i lost the magic but i was beginning to "get over" rolling. i moved on to Adderall, which became my dirtiest habit to date. for a good 2-3 months i used it every few days, combining the amphetamine-induced damage with my already depressed mindset lead to incredible self-hatred. this only to me moving on to "diet pills" to give me an everyday boost and helped convince myself that i would become comfortable with myself soon enough i've finnally managed to quit using stimulants. which i ended up using every consecutive day for the past 3 months.

-Depression turned to emotional numbness
Right around when i started using Adderall, my depression (diagnosed too) just turned into emotional numbness. i couldn't connect with any of my friends, didnt have the desire to go out and make myself available, which im thinking was/is due to self-hatred. it's the worst thing in the world. i would want to cry, want to be happy, want to laugh with my friends but i just couldnt. luckily after recently quitting stimulants im starting to feel back to myself again, hopefully i can recover from whatever caused it and be able to act like myself and have fun again.

aaanyways,
i've decided to make this year (end of Junior year, beginning of Senior year) my fucking year. gotta turn everything around.
i've already been working out 6x/week minimum (im not fat or anything, just not as skinny as i'd like), began taking a few neuro supplements. St. johns wort to help upregulate 5-HT (serotonin) receptors so maybe i'll get my emotions back, and a few others. Stimulants are a thing of the past as of now... the only stim i actually plan on using in the future is MDMA once every 3 months maximum. only because MDMA has had such a beneficial influence on my life. it showed me that there really is such a thing as Euphoria. i cant even explain... haha.

just thinking about it makes me smile, i absolutely love that drug and think everyone needs to try it. i remember life just being absolutely perfect, and i was completely content, back when i used to use it infrequently.

i just want this year to be the year.
So I’m going back on the downlow about my sexuality, going clean (for the most part .)
goodbye all drugs (except occasional MDMA and drinking/cigs at parties only),
goodbye druggie "friends" who always need a drug to have fun,
hello drivers liscense in 4 months,
hello new and content life.

based on these past 2 weeks of quitting stims, neuro supplements, working out, just good health overall, i've got a feeling that i can achieve this sooner than i think. i already feel more "comfortable" and the world just seems aight now i guess.

thanks for reading (if you read?)
this was meant to be more of a vent/rant i guess haha %)
happy fucking new years

The abundance of rules in some places, the lack of rules in others. I just can't ever seem to find a happy medium here. I'm always finding myself in the wrong place at the right time here. Posting where I shouldn't, having posts I'd like to have locked, I can't get locked, having post's I'd like to further discuss, get locked because it's in the wrong spot, rather then just having it moved so it can be continued. From now on, I am going to stick with the 2 forums I know well, and have met some wonderful new friends from and where I don't get knocked down. If this sounds like a feel sorry for me blog it's far from that, it's a blog of pure frustration. I don't need any more stress then I already have to live with. And to clear up one statement that was made, I wasn't expecting a single post to get me respect or what ever what said. Infact I was doning nothing but just stir up some conversation because I was bored and the whole thing backfired on me so I give up, and just don't need to crap. So F it. I really don't give a damn. I'll just stay where I know it's safe and the idiots don't live. Life (for me anyway) is to sort for me to deal with idiots who are high or drunk out of there minds.

My husband is the best person in the world. Yeah, he been done doing them drugs but everybody needs something every once in a while.

So it's the beginning of a new year, even though it is kinda meaningless and arbitrary date I hope this is the start of a new life as the previous 2 years have fucking sucked more than I thought possible...

Anyway, I went to see some family today because I am going to be looking after a lil kitten while they go away (kitten is adorable btw!) and it has kinda struck me how many members of my extended family have been commenting to me about how they have been so worried about me etc because really all I have accomplished in the last couple of years is staggering throughout life in a boring monotone pit of depression where even getting out of bed is even a chore let alone giving a fuck about anything else.

It kinda showed me how my attitude has been so wrong as up until these people saying this to me at christmas my attitude to anyone trying to interfere with my self pity has been 'leave me alone' and kinda alienating myself further...

I really hope I haven't become to set in my ways and stubborn to start fresh this year, I have even done well recently forcing myself to taper off benzos and now they become a thing of last resort rather than first line measure.

Hopefully I can keep it up but my mood is so erratic maybe I'll feel foolish for feeling so optimistic in a couple of days

About four months ago I sat in my living room, slowly pressing my one month sobriety coin over a bag of cocaine, crushing the rocks into a fine powder. A few years back doing such a thing would have seemed blasphemous, relapse or not, but it had been over two years since I had even one day sober, the coin seemed like a joke

How can my pain still be so fresh after three years? I don't understand it.

I don't know if it's because I've started writing again. But at the same time the sadness must have been in there because it's flowing out beautifully into poetry.

I miss him so much that when I think about him it's like being punched in the stomach. All the air goes out of me.

i think I've managed to clarify my thought though, which is a good thing. I think I was glorifying both of us in my head for a while. I've reminded myself of the reality now which helps me rationalise it all better. Why it ended. Surely now, after so long, he would believe that I didn't cheat on him?

Sometimes it feels like he just goes along with the twisted thought his brain dreamt up either because he needed an excuse to finish things with me or because he's too proud to admit that he was wrong. Either is fine, I just wish that he wouldn't keep maintaining that I did something that I'd never have done to him.

Little flashes of memory keep flashing back to me. Like, he didn't like my Facebook because the photos I had up of myself were to get attention. They really weren't, Cub. I'm hardly a stunner. He also said that he was upset because my relationship status was set as "single". The reason I never changed it was because he told me that he didn't love me as much as he used to and that he didn't want to be in a relationship towards the end. It was "Us" time. What a mistake that was. It should have been all or nothing. I loved him too much for it to be casual.

If there was any way that I could go back and change any of what happened then I would do it in a second.

But shit happened, now we're both three years older. He's in a relationship with someone else. I've met perhaps one person that I quite liked but I have walls up so high that I couldn't let anyone close. Obviously I was replaceable, but my ex was irreplaceable.

I fear for the future. I think it's a basic human right to want a relationship. I miss intimacy, I miss random adventures and I miss having someone special just for me.

My ex and I finished by text. Not the best way to go.

I would be so happy if I could just have one more night with him. Just to talk, and hug, and set our world to rights.

There's been a few times I thought about texting him but I'm sure his girlfriend wouldn't like it. She's friends with some of my friends so it would cause problems, and her exes new girlfriend has caused me enough hassle over nothing.

How the fuck do I get past this? I don't know what to do. Does anyone have the answer? Opinions would be appreciated.

I wrote this when I high as fack on 12 speed pills, WARNING don't tweak alone it will make you go crazy.



Date Written: Dec.4/2011
Words: 750

Inside the mind of a tweaker exposed Part1:


"Sure we've all been there at one point stuck between and rock and hard place where every step feels like it one too many. No bathroom in sight and even if there was you probably wouldn't make it. Nothing feels more animalistic than dropping a deuce in the great outdoors. But then you suddenly realize you have no toilet paper and swear to yourself the next time you will be more prepared and vow never to make fun of that guy nerdy guy that carries a package of pocket tissue’s in case of emergencies, again. You envy people who are prepared for whatever life has to offer. For a second you start to stress about the sad shape of your RRSP’s than remembering that your standing over a pile of shit and must keep focused on the task at hand.

You frantically check your pockets for anything that can be deemed useful to your current shit-uation. Your self-frisking has turned up nothing but pocket lint and what looks to be small pieces of marijuana from your days when your parents truly believed that holding it for a friend was common practice amongst various peer groups. You systematically embark on the jouney to acceptance. First in the denial stage you might find yourself saying things like this can’t be happening or this must be a bad dream than without missing a beat you subconsciously call upon faith and self-pity in hopes that feeling sorry for your self will better your outcome, conditional learning has taught us from early childhood having a parent feel sorry for us usually shifts the outcome in a favorable direction. Then you bring God into the spotlight like he can spread some light on your prevalent position and take some of the heat for you eating that three day old burrito you found behind the couch. Without much though shift from denial to faith-self-pity faster than Charley Sheen can bang a 7 gram rock.

At this point you might find your self proclaiming to god and questioning his divine plan that has put you in yet another sticky situation which seams in your opinion to be the story of your life. I should mention now shitting your pants in public and not coming to terms fast can cause complete breakdown. After denial, self-pity and blaming god has proven to be of no good use and you must come to terms that you’ve been wasting precious time trying to change things to which you have no control. Thus begins the soul searching stage. You start to see everything around you as possible ass wiping material. You begin to rationalize your thinking process some may ask them self what would Jesus do or if you prefer to call upon a more modern symbol you may use MacGyver and his ultimate wisdom which is very comparable to Jesus on many levels. Sure Jesus can turn water into wine, but can he fashion a make shift telephone using nothing but a medium sized cocanut a piece of wire and the pacemaker of an unlucky soul who happened to get between MacGyver and his highly motivated burst of ingenuity which always seams to surfice when he needs it the most. You deem not to put open this Costco sized can of beans of debate, capable of feeding most of the starving kids in the south pacific, for fear of being like the stereotypical nerd comparing Luke Skywalker’s Light saber to The star trek weapon of choice.


At this point you will have assets your means necessary to pull through this rather unpleasant occasion without losing your mind. What would MacGyver do? Than it all makes since panic seams silly now because you’re the product of millions of years of human evolution and the world is it your fingertips. You begin assessing every article of clothing you are wearing as possible toilet paper in a pinch. For whatever reason the sock is always first to go. You’ve reached acceptance… You’ve accepted the fact that your sock no matter how clean or dirty will be used to solve your tissue issue. All this brain activity happens within three for four seconds of the first panic stricken moment. If your right handed you more often than not will use the left sock to wipe your ass. It’s your dominate side taking control of the situation without you even realizing it. "


Tweaking out alone is no fun!!!! MS Word was my only output to the world that night.
WTF!?

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