forgive me for not posting this on the correct day but since it is still the weekend someone may be in the spirit. *make sure to listen until you reach the NSFW lyrics
You, uh, don't. If it goes well, good for you. If it goes poorly, we get to hear about the fallout, and good for us. Win/win, really.
I guess you don't. Either flat out tell her, or make something up, which might blow up in your face later. And it won't protect you from further advances. I've never woken up after drinking and felt fabulous. The best I can do is feel normal. Fabulous? Something's wrong.
It's been nice enough the past week that I've been walking to work. I enjoy a good walk and walk often in my neighborhood and the downtown area of the city at lunch time. Never any had any problems with cars. This new route between my house and my office is apparently the most dangerous of them all even though it is residential the entire way with 3 elementary schools on the route itself, with a fourth within 3 blocks. So far in 4 days I've been almost mowed down twice, the exact type of scenario both times. The first, I was walking down a main road, crossing a road that intersects with it. As I step off the curb I can see a car pulling out of a driveway and start coming towards me with the signal indicating they are going to turn right onto the main road. I can see that the two people in the car are both old ladies, and neither one has looked directly in the front of them once since going in my direction half a block down the street. They are both fixated on looking to the left for oncoming cars so they can turn right. By the time I'm in the middle of the intersection, they are about six feet away and have no idea that I am directly in front of the car. At this point, just out of curiosity I stop and turn to face and stare at them directly as they were going slow enough I could just walk over top of their car. When they are within inches of me I slapped the hood of the car as hard as I could, and I could see them both physically jump out of their seats and finally slam on the brakes. I kept walking, and after a few minutes I looked back and they hadn't moved. I hope I gave one (or both) of them a heart attack because it was 7:45 AM and I was directly across the street from one of the schools. They didn't even roll down the window to apologize. Fucking old bags. The second was the exact same scenario, different street. This one I had to jump out the way because it was truck going about 40. He pulled out of a 7-11, saw there was an opening on the street he wanted to turn onto and gunned it. Again didn't look straight ahead once. I just hope when it does happen I can walk away from it and get a nice settlement.
I am moving to Baltimore tomorrow. There are not words for how bad my timing is. If any Idiots reside in B-more, I'd appreciate some survival tips or sites to see.
I live close. Don't live IN Baltimore. Anne Arundel Co is close and much nicer. If you have the $$ Howard County is fantastic as well. The Inner Harbor is a good time - but traffic is a real cunt there.
I've come to the conclusion that I just need to suck it up and go to the doctor for a Xanax prescription, or some anti anxiety medications. I am just a walking ball of stress, and now it's affecting my health and ability to work. I'm literally shaking and pacing, and two nights ago I got a migraine so bad I was up half the night vomiting. Why? Spoiler: Emo bullshit I suspect I won't sleep at all tonight, knowing that either a) my kid will spike a fever again (she has spiked a 102 fever the past 3 nights, after being fine the whole day) and I can't take her to daycare, thus requiring me to take another day off work that I don't have, or b) im getting up at 5:15 am so I can drop the kid off at day care at 6:15 am before work, and rousing her from sleep is like trying to wake a tiny, angry, hung over bear. All this because my wife went out of town and left me alone with a kid with strep throat. During the day, she is healthy, happy, running around like crazy. Then around 9 pm, she becomes a ball of aches and fever. The next morning? "I feel all better!" Great. Oh, and she left me with zero backup plan to watch the kid (daycare won't take her if she is sick), and with full knowledge that I have used evet day off I have already either when she had the baby or when her mom has to tell us at the last minute she couldn't babysit. So, I spent all day agonizing over the question: Do I take her to a doctor? They'll see a kid with a strep diagnosis, no fever, on antibiotics, and I'll pay for them to tell me to do what im already doing. Don't take her? Now I feel like an asshole or like I don't care enough, and who knows if the cycle will repeat. Also agonizing over just saying fuck it and taking the day, which ends the wait and see decision making but triples my work stress when I go back on Tuesday, IF I go back on Tuesday assuming the kid is better by then, which presents all kinds of other issues that I'll likely overthink. If I do take Monday off work, it'll affect my review in a massively negative way, meaning there is a chance I'll be shit canned over the summer, which is just fantastic what with my wife still insisting on being part time at her job, while simultaneously complaining we can't find anyone to reliably watch our kids while she works 2 days a week and I work 5, when we could literally make $20 thousand a year more if she worked 4 days and I stayed home with the kids full time, thus ending my job stress; my babysitter stress, and my financi stress, and leaving me with the much more manageable kid stress. Instead, I get all the stress. Oh, and I overthink everything, which is why this post is such epic whinny bullshit. Fuck. The previous neurotic post is brought to you by anxiety. I have it, and I need pills.
I sometimes ask myself if its better to be happy and dumb or smart and miserable. Obviously the answer is happy and dumb. Go to the doc and get some benzo's, or try to, they're more likely to medicate you with ssri's than you may be aware of now. Just know, the benzo's are a symptomatic treatment. At the end of the day, if you don't find a way to reduce your stress, the benzo's wont do it for you. Worse yet, you develop a dependence and keep getting higher and higher doses and end up having to find a way to deal with that. Either that or start drinking because this is the drunk thread not the RR. Booze is the solution to all life's problems after all. The great philosopher Homer said it so its obviously true In terms of over-thinking, I'm afraid it's incurable, you're pretty much fucked. Again, happy and dumb wins
This. I get that Xanax is the big name, but holy hell that should come with a warning label the size of a fucking stop sign. They had me on that forever for my ptsd, and going off it was far, far, FAR worse than quitting anything I have done thus far (including cigarettes and alcohol). I ended up in the hospital because of my fucking withdraws from something that was supposed to help me. Kids: medication is great when necessary, but just beware of the side-effects. Do your own research before taking anything your doctor prescribes you.
Holy fuck what a weekend. I gutted out the inside of my shed and built a whack of shelves, and proceeded to get quite the sunburn in the process. First one of the year. I'm now catching up on some torrents and am whacked out of my gourd while drinking Crown and ginger from a mason jar that has more Crown than ginger. It's funny how a bit of sun can do that do you. And a long time friend from Toronto is sending me nekkid pics of herself, and they don't suck. Speaking of sucking, life doesn't. Party on you Idiots.
Have you ever been so drunk that you made a BAC test machine blue screen? I now know someone who has been that drunk.
At least it was a man this time: http://www.fox5vegas.com/story/28973411/chris-brown-suspect-in-early-morning-beating-at-palms
If he died tomorrow I would laugh. I am so sick and tired of famous assholes skating away from prison time because they sing into a microphone. And he'll skate from this too, and probably throw one of his patented pink-panty-meltdown bitch tantrums whenever asked about it. Next time"violence" and "Chris Brown" appear together in the media I hope it involves him being beaten to death with a rock.
I have fucking jury duty next Wednesday, the first time I have ever been called. Will telling them my brother is a convicted felon and I feel the cops fucked him get me off?