So yea, thought about it an cracked out on modafinil, I wasn't much craic - at all - so new approach
You know I was thinking about this today and I was a bit of an asshole.
It's one of those annoying things you know you have to tackle - being a member of this board/shine for over 14 years to login one day to find your wiped out. Name gone, posts gone. I wasn't in a row with anyone, I hardly logged on. Thinking about this i'm not certain Michael or Matthew who are not bad guys, would make the decision to obliterate a consistent source of banter. Maybe it was a business decision. You know why - Is not my problem. Coming of benzos is no picnic - and there's a condition called PAWS (post acute withdrawal syndrome) I had it rough today so I channelled my efforts into fresh
strokes and got my blue peter on arts and crafts dude not pointless life draining affairs.
I posted your Hudson Christmas card on your FB page. Enjoy it. It took a long time to make.
Now I have a larger apology to make, not to all, as they have proven themselves consistent low ballers and players for 14 years, or whenever they blew in.
But to the floaters - 2015 was not a good year overall. I returned from OZ with a chip shop on my shoulder and found i'd be doing twice the work for 1/4 the cash - no-one likes that.
Especially when you have to leave 10's of solid mates and re-adjust to this frankly maladjusted society. To compound the issue, I took ownership of half a kilo of modafinil. I was working for Power NI I did not need US marine special op's and international space station astronaut drugs to do my job.
(Power NI who i resigned from, received an excellent reference, and dropped the ladder thing). The ladder I should've pursued. Now all Power NI ladders a strapped to the roof rather than rattling about buckling badly over the hills of Cabra. but if my campaign saves just one tendon that's ankle payoff - just a note, I'm really tied, my rhymes will miss, puns peril and allegories almost. If I was an NBA team i'd be the New Orleans Pelicans.
It's a shame there is no image hosting capacity - but it's not so important. The last 9 months I pushed the concept of utter whab to limits I had no control over' Chinese brain medicine gripped me firmly by the balls and not once did my CCCP stature waver - I left a very wealthy client waiting while I muddled through evening arrangements with a gangly tuppenny nudger nut 'So sorry had to take that call' were installing on Tuesday. Horseshit flew out of my mouth with gay abandon. I did ok at work no better or worse - I was buzzkillington, yes I could long divide all your aunties and uncles ages by the area available for installation while 3d rendering the abode - but jokes, banter that was for the birds. My tolerance grew and my arrogance with it - Ironically it was a lack of self-confidence that mutated from a moment of no self control when I punched my line manager 10days after receiving sponsorship. But that's the typical self-destructive appetite the unfettered boozehound has. Shit happens. I could be ginger (but no seriously we'll get to that in a minute) worse things happen to better people anything of that was wrote swiftly undermined itself by the third bottle.
I blame poker - I don't blame anything or anyone - as Mandella said resentment is like me drinking a cup of poison and hoping you will die. But that was really my first divorce from reality, numbers are not important but someone once told me i was drinking a magnum of bollinger like 3 leets of the lighting. People tend to like me very much or quite the opposite - but i'm writing here yea, I recognise I was that, yes - I was a dick.
The imagination morphed into the cognitive - and it's all these cognitive types that circle - all or most of the dreamers, screamers, 35,000ft creamers beat it.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing - take 2/300 disenfranchised ravers and sandwich them into a gastropubs forum - you think i'll start to spit how i like my eggs benedict or how I spent 3 nights doing Meth with a stripper I briefly fell in love with in the ropey end of Melbourne's Chinatown - and you loved it - It was Murrary called me box office as a bar grew up on social media. You guys changed.
I'm more Dalai lama than infantile drama these days - However i NEED every story. Thanks Alegend, you found the aboriginal clinic tale + others - (so ironic hae tonzer calling it melt Wax Fingrs calling great descriptive writing - see you can please everybody and if you can, your Noel Edmunds and you have to live with the guilt your Saturday Night challenge left a man dead.
but Tanya and Bonnie why are you holding them - they are no use to you now - they were very helpful in the beginning but i'm doing something time specific - I did you a favour, surely you can accommodate such a megure request and surely it would be easier than the entire site going down and a business built on social media for week over christmas, nothing to do with me! But people don't like the way you treat veterans who need to move on - let's not kill the kids. Don't be sad now it's over, just be grateful that it happened.
And Shane - shit, i've been meaning to talk to you, I remember who you are now! And I don't mean the reptilian scuttle bug who lusted after my girlfriend. You were that Antwerp 3 yr old who tipped a pan of boiling water over himself - Klaus Meinhauff, remember, he performed the world's first full face graft. I mean we all had top clap there was TV cameras, but come on, even you knew right - back to the black board with that one lol - amirite! How you've managed to stay a virgin after all that publicity is admirable - waiting for the one. What a guy. And what about that water huh? Who would think a scalded - it's ok if i say that? A scalded pretty rough draft, u'd agree, real back of a fag box shit would leave you with so many spots, boils and warts. Tough draft - u know there is no way id go out smoked a bowl with a dancer if i'd to have to apply that amount of cortisone each day! Hey is it true it leaves you impotent - ahh like you'd give a fuck.
Peace bro
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