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true, errry day. tpbm can walk away from a fight.

haha yeah...that was leftover in my clipboard from my appreciation of white wimmenz.

Re: COMPLIMENT THE PERSON ABOVE YOU - no homo cali, my fellow chubb lubber, you rule. i have been busting my ass at nursing school and working and playing wifey. yesterday i sewed myself an apron...so motherfucking suzy homemaker it's not even funny.

marveling at how light it is out right now. trying to convince myself to hit the books. but wanting to go on a bike ride.

Re: COMPLIMENT THE PERSON ABOVE YOU - no homo i like your handle.

it's by the author of the glass castle. about living on a ranch out west. so far so good.

just finished now reading

suboxone is how my dude kicked. he doesn't think it's a disease though. he knows it was his bad. but like you said, it just sort of evolves from making bad decisions. it really all boils down to depression and anxiety, where it stems from to begin with. which he still deals with, but just in different ways. communication. exercise. work. he's sworn off pyschiatry but i think he saw a guy for a while, before we met, through a program at columbia, and it helped him. the only obvious residual effects are that he has nightmares a lot about shooting up, and the scars. other than that he's surprisingly fucking healthy. he told me he had dealers, spanish guys, picking him up in cars and driving him around while he sampled their new shit. to see if it was good enough. just shot up right there in the car and then they'd drive him around for a while to see how it hit. he went from being really well-off, self-made, and then when his habit hit a few hundred a day, he lost his business because he'd just be getting fucked up for days and not checking up on it. and from there it all fell out from under him. he would sleep on the train or in parks sometimes, not because he didn't have anyone to take him in, but because he was too proud to show up all stank at a friend's house for a shower. he never begged. always kept a job. he was lucky in that he never fucked people over and he never lost touch with the people who cared about him. his mom would come visit him from jersey and just walk around the city with him for hours. because of this, i think, he always has a faceoff and he's more alert than anyone i've ever met. he also has an encyclopedic knowledge of single-stall public restrooms in the lower east side. which comes in handy for bitches that have to pee a lot like me. i think i've said it before but most people can't imagine how sure of yourself you can be, how well you can know yourself and the way that other people operate, if you've been through so much crazy shit. i can tell it makes him appreciate having a stable life so much more. you don't take shit for granted. it took him a long time to get clean, i think. a few slips backwards, but every time it got easier, a little more distance between relapses. he said at a point you just realize that if you do it again, you're going to die, and that's that. for someone who wants a family and a career, all that just doesn't mix with being fucked up. it's pretty incredible how he beat the odds. most people he grew up with went from the nyhc scene straight to being full stop dopeheads. seems like every few months he hears of another old friend who OD'd. i think it was pretty common for people of that age in this area.

i got so many cocktails i need a motherfuckin fishtank

congratulations to all y'all daddies to be! i want babies real bad (i'm 25) and so does the manpiece (he's 33) but i want to wait until i finish nursing school so me and my lil ones can have good insurance. we've already started stacking so hopefully things will be easier by the time we're ready. if it happens, it happens though. i think we will be pretty good parents i will teach them how to read and cook and he will teach them how to fight and build stuff. so it will be a good balance.

i ain't got what ll got. i ain't got biscuits i got a loaf of bread. ladies, come get some, you gonna eat. have you ever broke a puertorican dude's arm for sweatpants money? baby. you look like you got two bowling balls in two duffel bags.

my ex knew this guy from school who lived upstate. whenever he would come into the city he would have mad tranny hookups arranged off craigslist. he was real thuggish ruggish like and had a girl and kids and all that. i always thought it was mad suspect-- more because he was lying to his girl than because he liked getting handies and beejes from dudes who looked like girls. as long as you're not hurting anyone though...do what you do. not everyone is a hundred percent straight...and?

yeah...you may as well just wear an iv of random synthetic chemicals at all times. if i eat too much processed foods my glands fuck up. my doctor says that usually only happens to black people. hood pass?

you already know. wtf happened to the team lounge thread? i copped my boo some of those super soft fleece ones that feel like clouds from the kmart on astor place. i want to go back and get him the matching robe but he says he wouldn't wear it. robes are the business.

when you eat out a lot you eat a lot of processed foods and crap that you shouldn't be putting into your body on the regs. not that you strike me as the type to be overly concerned with what you put into your body nh but yeah cooking for 1 or 2 people can be annoying vacuum sealing ftw. it has more uses than keeping trees fresh. i think that's the intended purpose for those things actually. who knew.

i am too lazy to buy food sometimes but i always have oil and spices/dried herbs. odds'n'ends.

i think we've discovered that a bare cupboard is an objective thing. what i consider a bare cupboard is not the same as what your average dude who lives alone or with other dudes who never cook considers a bare cupboard.

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oh look, another negaprop circle jerk where everyone gets visibly upset and calls people names! awesome!

listen, there was this krispy kreme in the old hood that threw out untouched, pristine garbage bags full of day old doughnuts that we used to get looooooooose on. i don't do it now for the same reason that i don't go to shitty shows or drink high life forties every night. but at the time, they were delicious. or maybe i was just stoned.

that's hood. this just in: i caved and went outside and ordered a pizza. it's snowing and i got my slippers wet.

swamp, i love how you just have small takeout containers chilling at your house for side dips...wtf?