B!TC# IT OUT!

Grah! Why can't cyclist not use normal lights on their bikes?! I had to stop abruptly because a cyclist showed up at the roundabout, and because of that and the moist road I slipped and fell over with my motorbike :( Now parts are broken on the bike, but luckily the rest is still running like normal, so only the cosmetic parts are broken. Luckily I got nothing then a painful ankle, because my bike landed on it. The cyclist is fine too, he helped me getting up and two other people from a car picked up my bike. Now I'm just going to hope that my fear isn't going to take over and never let me drive again.

So please cyclist, get a normal light on your bike that is visible from a greater distance then 50cm!

I just threw up :( I don't know why. my cat also threw up on my bed at 3am so I wonder if that has anything to do with it.

I didn't make it into the nursing program, I knew I wasn't because my GPA was much lower than almost everyone else's (I had a 3.0 and almost everyone else had a 4)

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I didn't make it into the nursing program, I knew I wasn't because my GPA was much lower than almost everyone else's (I had a 3.0 and almost everyone else had a 4)

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That's awful Momo :(

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I didn't make it into the nursing program, I knew I wasn't because my GPA was much lower than almost everyone else's (I had a 3.0 and almost everyone else had a 4)

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I'm sorry momo :( is there some other way of making it happen? Like doing a top-up year to boost your GPA or something?

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Oh no momo I'm sorry :(

I'm PROUD to be French but I'm definitely NOT PROUD of my country. Here is the latest bullshit from our dear government :


"First, blood donation will be open to homosexuals who did not had sex with another man for twelve months. Homosexuals can give plasma if they are in a stable relationship for four months or if they didn't had sex in the same period."


In France, the permanent exclusion from blood donations of men having sex with other men was instituted in 1983 because of the risk of AIDS. Italy and Spain are now both authorizing blood donations from homosexuals and there is no problem...I'm suspecting an attempt to make chastity belts the new upcoming trend. WHO in his right mind would be ready to stop having sex for a year to be able to donate blood??!


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^ which is so stupid brecause straight people can get AIDS Too. Smh. Smh all over

Alright alright here we go. Last year my school had a blood drive but excluded homosexuals literally because they thought that their blood would make others gay. Let me repeat: they thought homosexual blood would make other people gay.

The lgbt+ club had this huge protest but I don't know what the effects were...

me and my blood on our way to make everyone gayhttp://images.tapatalk-cdn.com/15/11...f39a33ef23.jpg

Seriously embarrassed to live in Houston right now.

.... Huh. Me and one of my friends did that "Blood Sisters" thing back in Junior High where we cut our hands and pressed the wounds together when we were going through our ~*edgy dark angsty*~ teen phase.

She came out as a lesbian after highschool and I'm bisexual.

Did I catch a little of her gayness, or did she take most of my gayness?

I have so many questions.

I've only ever drawn blood for tests. I'm a universal receiver. Lay the gay on meh!

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.... Huh. Me and one of my friends did that "Blood Sisters" thing back in Junior High where we cut our hands and pressed the wounds together when we were going through our ~*edgy dark angsty*~ teen phase.

She came out as a lesbian after highschool and I'm bisexual.

Did I catch a little of her gayness, or did she take most of my gayness?

I have so many questions.

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I think I'm finally ready to post this

I'm still reeling from what happened with my father on Tuesday. I got into the car with him thinking he was going to help me that day, as he offered to do, since my husband needed me to bring him the jack in my car because he had gotten a flat tire right as I was about to go to school, and my dad was on his way to pick up my license to bring to our attorney in order to get rid of a small traffic charge (expired registration). Little did I know, I was going to end up being verbally abused for the next half hour until I was almost late for class. He accused me of stealing money from my mom (which I would never dream of doing), wanting to fail in school (I wasn't even failing), being irresponsible as an adult because of my pursuing mermaiding, and disrespectful as a daughter. He kept me in the car, almost got in three wrecks, and wouldn't take me home when I insisted for that twenty to thirty minutes. He pushed me to cursing, which I never do. I called him a bastard and an asshole. I actually ended up rebuking his lies in the name of Jesus (I promise that's not a typical reaction, but I was sure something spiritual was at play) during the points at which he almost wrecked the car because he was so busy throwing accusations at me. Finally, after that half hour was over, I convinced him to take me home. It took him a while to find my house again because he was still verbally assailing me. When I told him I wasn't listening to him any longer, he just kept insisting over and over, "The truth hurts! The truth hurts, Ash, but you need to hear it! Is that how you respond to the truth!?" I told him firmly that I wouldn't be talking to him for a year. Finally, when he managed to find my house and dropped me off, I got out of the car and said, "Fuck you!" And I slammed the car door on him. I called my husband immediately afterward in tears because I needed to vent and have someone help me pull myself together before getting to class. It didn't take long for my dad to call and apologize, but I didn't pick up or listen to the message. I saw that he had left me one. He evidently went straight to fix my husband's tire, because when my husband got home, he brought leftovers from the free lunch my dad got for him and for me as an apology. He told Brendon (my husband) that he's really sorry for what he did. Brendon agrees with me not talking to him for a year, and so does my mom (who got a very different story from my dad, but she knew all along that he was lying. He's very manipulative).

Anyway, since that day, I've elected to drop out of school and get a full-time job doing something that can help me save up to go back on my own terms. I was going to school supported by my parents (who offered, though that was evidently why my dad accused me of stealing money from my mom). So now, I've dropped out and have started applying to places within a few miles of my house that I know pay fairly well, but I'm applying for minimum wage as well. I don't want him to have ammunition against me if that makes sense, and after talking to my mom, I found that they really can't afford to help me, but she has always had a tough time admitting that to her kids, so I never really knew. I wish he would have just told me that. My heart is aching. I didn't take anything he said to heart, because I know it was b.s., but it hurt so much that he did that. He himself comes from an abusive family in every sense of the word, so it comes out in small ways occasionally, but it's never come out so badly as this. I understand that he recently was essentially forced to retire early, so that was a blow to his confidence or whatever, but I'm left floored. On my worst days, I've said things I don't mean, and I've raised my voice, but I've never trapped someone so I can interrogate them for half an hour and shatter their confidence in return. I'm working on forgiving him, but still keeping my distance. I feel really awful for what I said to him, and I don't want to regret it later in life. I'm praying really hard about when to talk to him, but to be honest, it might take a year for me to heal from what happened.

I'm not a very religious person. I'll agree though that both of you need some time apart. It took my parents and I a year before we started talking again. (Mom was manipulative and bipolar and a guilt tripper, dad was enabler and always took her side.)

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I'm not a very religious person. I'll agree though that both of you need some time apart. It took my parents and I a year before we started talking again. (Mom was manipulative and bipolar and a guilt tripper, dad was enabler and always took her side.)

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Thanks so much. Yeah, that sounds a lot like what I've been experiencing with mine, only it's my mom that's the enabler. It's tough dealing with parents, but I'm glad you were able to reconcile. That's hopeful. :)

Good luck lotus !!!

The last few days haven't been great for me. Self-esteem is at a low point, again, depression is kicking my ass, again, and I'm losing motivation to do even the simplest tasks, again.

Yesterday was an emotional roller coaster. I woke up sick, went to work anyway, and then everything went to shit and I spent all day getting yelled at by customers and bitched out by coworkers. Anxiety got the better of me and I had to lock myself in the bathroom twice because of panic attacks brought on by douchebags. By the time I got home, I was physically and emotionally drained.

My boyfriend helped cheer me up, though, and talked me into soaking in the tub for a while with some Celtic music on to relax while he cleaned up around the house and ordered pizza for supper. He even put my towels and my housecoat in the dryer so they'd be warm and fluffy for me when I got out of the bath. <3

And then later last night, Dave gets a phonecall, and finds out that his dad and stepmom are bringing him and his brother to the Dominican Republic on vacation in March.

Which... Kind of brought my mood down again, purely out of envy. I've been clawing at the walls for years wanting to get off this stupid island, since I haven't been able to leave it in about a decade. I'd kill to go somewhere tropical like the Dominican, especially with my tail, but... Nothing ever works out. Meanwhile, Dave goes on these trips to Toronto and gets trips to the fucking Dominican just handed to him. I mean, I know it's stupid to be envious like this— he's just as shocked as I am— but I still can't help feeling a little bitter about it, you know?

Saving up to tag along isn't an option. A trip like that from where I live is expensive shit, and I don't make nearly enough to be able to save up that much in less than four months. Besides, it's a family thing, and I don't want to intrude on that uninvited.

On the upside, I guess, is that Dave wants to take me to Halifax with him after Christmas while he and his YuGiOh team go compete in a tournament there. Which could be fun.... But if he's gonna be in tournament mode, that means I'll be left by myself all weekend, for the most part. I'm not a competitive player so I won't be taking part in the tournament and I'll likely just end up camping out in the hotel room alone the whole time... Not really my idea of a vacation.

I think I'm also bummed about it out of sheer nervousness; my boyfriend and his brother are my only roommates, which means it'll just be me in the house by myself all the time. And I really don't do well being left alone. Especially since the last time I was alone in the house a few weeks ago, I caught someone on my back porch casing the place. :/ The thought of that happening again, or worse, scares the shit out of me.

So yeah... That's kind of where my life is right now. Just a clusterfuck of conflicting emotions all over the place. :I Whee.

Worst. Roller coaster. Ever.

At least you have a nice bf.

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I've been clawing at the walls for years wanting to get off this stupid island, since I haven't been able to leave it in about a decade. I'd kill to go somewhere tropical like the Dominican, especially with my tail, but... Nothing ever works out.

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let me know if you want a long list of deadly parasites and diseases you can easily catch in any tropic and subtropic country, I'm happy to send it to you ;)

DISCLAIMER: may result in never wanting or daring to set foot in any climate warmer than subpolar.