deadken posted:

the problem with dating websites is the world is full of people and we're all pretty much interchangeable

a sea of white girls, all looking for "adventure". but they never want to engage in felonious criminal activity with me, it's like wtf do these quirky white girls want

ilmdge posted:

what failson thread? link i'm busy with grad skool so i can't read every fyad thread like i used too

gyrofry posted:

its too bad tho bc he make gud poast I like read

when i first found this site i was hoping he'd be running a book club or something

discipline posted:

my brother bought this ridiculous skateboard for like $300. when I went home for thanksgiving he just chainsmoked in the car and told me how much he hates my parents for not supporting him. his car is a wreck and he can't afford to fix it because he buys $300 skateboards that feel like surfing and blows like $150 a week on pot. when I got back to my mom's house she was running a 102 fever and trembling, unable to even hold a glass of water. my brother took a bong rip and then went out with his friends to talk about how much he hates my parents. on my graduation day in 2010 my brother updates his facebook with a status about how much he hates his family and spending time with his family and when I confront him with this he yells at me for reading his private facebook page out loud to him, which is broadcast to hundreds of people. he calls me a hag and doesn't talk to me for two years.

you should get him to post here

discipline posted:

what should I do donald?

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my life is in crisis but has been for many years. it seems really neat to go live in the middle east and see a lot of cool stuff and then go to grad school in london and get good marks, but at the other end of the chute I'm 27 and I have no steady job or even clear cut marketable skills and I have about 50k worth of student loan debt, which is pretty good for both undergrad and grad school but still. and then I always wanted to be a researcher/writer or a teacher (preferably both) but I understand that these professions are generally tied up with privilege. everyone I work with went to an ivy league school or oxbridge. there is a girl there who is 3 years younger than me with a really high class accent and who makes a lot of money doing a job I could do very easily. my supervisors in grad school came from a wealthy family and could afford to be 40 something and have nothing because they help out. I live in a basement and when I was working full time I saved all that excess income so I have like 4 months rent stacked away but still. I feel like for the last five years I've been constantly on the cusp of crisis, like the failing outcome of every battle is that I am homeless or moving back in with my parents. at the same time I'm getting older and I haven't really put down anything for my personal life in a significant way. I'm starting to have that bigoted cis-scum desire to procreate. my best friends live in DC and sweden and my social circle basically exists in dribs and drabs across three continents. and then there's you, LF, my most darling companion through all these hard years.

on one hand I realize that I will probably be fine, but on the other hand I have this deep sense of terror and uncertainty, like I will be jumping from one crumbling ledge to the other well into my 30s until I die from exhaustion or become a failson. I understand that this is not all of my own doing, that there are forces working against me, but I've always found comfort in blaming my own decisions and actions for my shortcomings because that implies my ability to fix them. well now I cook my own healthy food, keep a clean place, walk several miles a day, practice good hygiene, can speak and write well both professionally and in a social setting, save half of what I earn, make friends easily and so on (there is a simple satisfaction in this of course) but everything is still not working out.

I feel like moving to new york feels like a last stand of sorts. I feel like it has to work out here, past some basic level of subsistance, like I have to be able to build a life in one place and improve upon things in a material way not just on the inside. or else. or else I really have no idea what's going on. I'm so tired. it's exhausting. I've been doing this for years and I just need a break. but I'm gonna be having a birthday in a week or so and it'll be on my own (as always) and it'll just be one more year ticked into a column marked "selfish gen y foolishness" or something

what should I do donald? should I go into social media marketing?

Hey all, Matt here. My sobriety date is never. To sum things up I am simply an alcoholic, addict piece of crap. I struggle to feed, dress, and bath myself. I sometimes brush my teeth once a week if that, because I see no point. I am alone. I always have been. I some times free myself from the void via exotic designer drugs. I have been to diffrent dimensions -- I have seen the entitys that inhabit them. I've had dialogues with trees and I know it was real.

I began my drug career in 2nd grade when my friend Clem insisted we smoke weed while riding our bikes to school. From there I started doing coke and other hard drugs, Im pretty sure tghat by 10th grade I had alreadt been on the DMT voyage,. I struggle to get out of bed and facing the day ahead of me makes me want to die. Taking the bread out of a bag, puitting meat & lettuce on it, and some condiments like mayo, mustard etc feels like it takes an eternity so I usually find myself starving while I glue myself to my TV, its way to late into the next day already so I go to Taco Bell before it closes. My desk is marely but a surface on which I cut/grind whatever Pills I have available into a snortable powder.

All this leads me to this trouble Ive been expereiencing with my network card -- I am unable to find the drivers for it. If any goons could lend some experience, I am all ears. Thanks.