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becoming a bad impression of an adult and it's great just not giving a gently caress about things anymore I just let that loving huge bloated ball that I call a gut hang out, even at the gym next to the hotties, turns out they don't give a gently caress either way and I'm way more comfortable stopped giving a gently caress about wearing brands and not fitting in my high school clothes, sweatpants own going "I don't know who the gently caress that is" and actually meaning it when referring to pop culture, instead of pretending not to know who Justin is because I listen to deep music stopped judging people by the music they listened to (lol loving idiot) I've made peace with the fact that I will not get married and will die a lone childless death what are some things you just stopped giving a gently caress about? sharing is caring, friend
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:25 |
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I found out Greek Yogurt has very little lactose so I can eat it.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:30 |
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Do you eat sticks of butter only when they're fried or can they be fresh from the fridge?
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:30 |
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i dont give a gently caress about anything anymore im just waiting to die/get murdered
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:33 |
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pretty sure i posted this before but i bought about 50 budlight/miller light t-shirts because they were only 50 cents a pop used, i only have 2 non beer shirts now i think.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:33 |
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have you watched Fight Club?
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:36 |
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jarvis cocker posted:i dont give a gently caress about anything anymore im just waiting to die/get murdered welcome, friend
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:36 |
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Prettz posted:have you watched Fight Club? I'm waiting for the sequel to come out
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:36 |
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Tonight's the night Tonight's the ni-hight! Shooba dooba hooo.... He he he he poop.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:37 |
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As an adult I too have stopped wearing my clothes from high school.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:39 |
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Join Renegade Crew.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:40 |
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Trixie Hardcore posted:As an adult I too have stopped wearing my clothes from high school. i still wear my jeans from high school, and i think i got my only sweater back in high school.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:40 |
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I felt the same way, you just have to find something you love doing. I do heroin.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:41 |
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Hypercolor shirts eventually lose their ability to change anyway, to every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under Heaven.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:44 |
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hosed up 2 think one day u wont exist
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:44 |
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Dr. Tim Whatley posted:hosed up 2 think one day u wont exist how will it be any different from before you existed.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:46 |
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Dr. Tim Whatley posted:hosed up 2 think one day u wont exist that's the most comforting thought ever.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:49 |
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Don Tacorleone posted:becoming a bad impression of an adult and it's great just not giving a gently caress about things anymore normal responsible adulthood is this but also a wife you hate and two children who have to pay for
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:51 |
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The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength tomorrow to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much too long, where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing, those attempts to escape from crushing necessity, which always flounder and serve only to convince you one more time that destiny is implacable, that every night will find you down and out, crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure tomorrows. And maybe it’s treacherous old age coming on, threatening the worst. Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:57 |
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Prettz posted:have you watched Fight Club? You mean the movie where a bunch of dudes throw a temper tantrum because they're sick of making so much money at their steady jobs?
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:58 |
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when people i know attempt to better themselves i shoot them down as a reminder that all is death why bother ----------------
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:58 |
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what a jolly bunch we got here in gbs.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 06:59 |
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TOILETLORD posted:pretty sure i posted this before but i bought about 50 budlight/miller light t-shirts because they were only 50 cents a pop used, i only have 2 non beer shirts now i think.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:00 |
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jarvis cocker posted:when people i know attempt to better themselves i shoot them down My goal each day is to make the world a little worse for at least one person. My terrible posting assures this most days.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:00 |
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Sheng-ji Yang posted:The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength tomorrow to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much too long, where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing, those attempts to escape from crushing necessity, which always flounder and serve only to convince you one more time that destiny is implacable, that every night will find you down and out, crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure tomorrows. And maybe it’s treacherous old age coming on, threatening the worst. Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself. pain is just information before the senses
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:00 |
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yesterday I accepted that I would never accomplish anything useful and also that my subconscious doesn't like me
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:00 |
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Sheng-ji Yang posted:The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength tomorrow to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much too long, where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing, those attempts to escape from crushing necessity, which always flounder and serve only to convince you one more time that destiny is implacable, that every night will find you down and out, crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure tomorrows. And maybe it’s treacherous old age coming on, threatening the worst. Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself. No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun - for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax - This won't hurt.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:01 |
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i dont care about awkward silences anymore. theyre kind of funny if you think about it.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:02 |
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the only thing better than an awkward silence is driving someone to tears
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Torka posted:No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun - for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax - This won't hurt. The guy could write amazing eulogies, including his own.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:03 |
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Can a non-existent entity, have an existential crisis? Can a Forum, feel and/or think?
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:03 |
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seriously just aim to make someone, anyone, cry. at least once a day. why is that so easy.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:05 |
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ill keep fighting the shadows till weed is legal. then i wont have to fight any more.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:06 |
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jarvis cocker posted:seriously just aim to make someone, anyone, cry. at least once a day. why is that so easy. because everyone's sad
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:06 |
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yeah but i'm good looking so there's more hope for me. or at least there would be if i didn't have sad brains
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:07 |
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Frostwerks posted:what a jolly bunch we got here in gbs. There is something sad about people going to bed. You can see they don’t give a drat whether they’re getting what they want out of life or not, you can see they don’t ever try to understand what we’re here for. They just don’t care. Americans or not, they sleep no matter what, they’re bloated mollusks, no sensibility, no trouble with their conscience. I’d seen too many troubling things to be easy in my mind. I knew too much and not enough. I’d better go out, I said to myself, I’d better go out again. Maybe I’ll meet Robinson. Naturally that was an idiotic idea, but I dreamed it up as an excuse for going out again, because no matter how I tossed and turned on my narrow bed, I couldn’t snatch the tiniest scrap of sleep. Even masturbation, at times like that, provides neither comfort nor entertainment. Then you're really in despair.
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:07 |
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Torka posted:because everyone's sad more like because everyone's a bitch made pussy
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:08 |
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jarvis cocker posted:more like because everyone's a bitch made pussy
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:09 |
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I'm currently eating two sandwiches made up of two fried eggs each wih "cheese food" an mayo on top. sorry op but life kinda rules
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# ? Oct 6, 2014 07:09 |
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Life is difficult, short and pointless, but I feel pretty good about myself.
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