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zombie303 posted:The Koran is the only book worth reading.
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zombie303 posted:The Bible is the only book worth reading. I broke down and bought season 2 of The Americans and I'm at the point where their daughter is finding Jesus. 2 KGB agents are ending up raising a super Christian daughter. 
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Welp. Been an interesting night/morning. Just after midnight someone rang my doorbell looking for my roommate. I woke him up and went back to bed. I got up this morning about 5am, went out to the living room to smoke and watch the news when she stumbled into the kitchen from my "bonus" room upstairs. She went on to talk about her batshit insanity while I got stoned and passively listened to her over the news. Sharp as a bowling ball, that woman. Well I finally fully woke up about 20 minutes and 6~ hitters deep, and started noticing details. She was itching. She was talking conspiracy theories. Had the attention span of a kitten, talked about how she had a kitten at home (really hosed up story that I can't begin to assemble). How her house had bugs. Then I saw flea bites. On her face (I try to ignore the stream of crazies he rails). Also she was barefoot. She was junked out on who the gently caress knows what but I never offered and she never asked for any of my weed. I started dumbing poo poo down while talking to her, told her to go to a doctor, take a flea bath, burn down her house, etc. Then I hosed up and asked if she even had insurance. Surprisingly yes, through work, at the club. The club? A strip club. To surmise, a flea-riddled, strung out stripper crashed on my futon for a few hours before being put out to the world to find her bus home. Did I mention she showed up barefoot? Yeeeaaaaaah, she was barefoot. Sacrificed a pair of flops to get her out of the house even sooner. There's obviously more crazy but I was busy cleaning, putting Frank's flea/tick/worm drops on him, checking the cats, and throwing poo poo out. I think this makes 3, maybe 4 times, stripper stories have occured since this roommate moved in.
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LITERALLY SHAKING posted:things You make me happy that my life isn't that terrible just yet. TYFYS (Thank you for your service)
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LITERALLY SHAKING posted:Welp. Been an interesting night/morning. Just after midnight someone rang my doorbell looking for my roommate. I woke him up and went back to bed. I got up this morning about 5am, went out to the living room to smoke and watch the news when she stumbled into the kitchen from my "bonus" room upstairs. She went on to talk about her batshit insanity while I got stoned and passively listened to her over the news. Sharp as a bowling ball, that woman. Your roommate is p awesome. Fucitol posted:You make me happy that my life isn't that terrible just yet. Don't be a wet loving blanket wanker. railing strung out strippers and having an apartment/house that allows dogs is living the dream.
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Sep 29, 2014 15:31
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I would rather live in a garbage can than share a home with another human being.
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Genocide Tendency posted:Don't be a wet loving blanket wanker. lol TYFYS
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Of all the single vets in this forum I think I might be the most boring/stable by a pretty wide margin. I just spent my weekend cleaning my house, playing video games and taking my dog and nephews to the park to chill. Went to bed at 10pm lastnight and rolled in to work at 6:30am. I hung out with my gently caress buddy for a bit Saturday night, but we just got some coffee and cheese cake at the little cafe down the street and made fun of some neckbeards that were there playing Dungeons and Dragons I did just discover that rolling over your 401K in to a Roth IRA is taxed the exact same as taking it all in cash, so I said "gently caress it" and rolled it in to my bank account because I figure being able to log in to USAA and see just over 50K just sitting in my savings could be pretty badass. Now to see if I can turn my Roth IRA in to a traditional or just see if I can be an adult and start a full on investment portfolio
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Sep 29, 2014 16:11
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Victor Vermis posted:I would rather live in a garbage can than share a home with another human being.
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It may be a can, but it's my can. Grovers will be shot on sight.
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Victor Vermis posted:I would rather live in a garbage can than share a home with another human being. Goddamn right. The surest, fastest way to hate a stranger is to live with them.
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Booblord Zagats posted:Of all the single vets in this forum I think I might be the most boring/stable by a pretty wide margin. I just spent my weekend cleaning my house, playing video games and taking my dog and nephews to the park to chill. Went to bed at 10pm lastnight and rolled in to work at 6:30am. I hung out with my gently caress buddy for a bit Saturday night, but we just got some coffee and cheese cake at the little cafe down the street and made fun of some neckbeards that were there playing Dungeons and Dragons I kind of feel the same way sometimes, but then realize I'm fooling myself. I feel like there's something wrong with me because I'm not hosed in the head and taking all sorts of meds because of combat and all the hosed up poo poo I saw. Then I kinda realize I do have some problems. Sometimes I think I was already hosed in the head because I took seeing people die and blood and guts and all sorts poo poo like that fairly well. But then I realize I've got massive anger problems and I loving hate most people. I only take one med for depression and I don't have a pile of pills to eat everyday because my VA system is one of the busiest in the country (or at least it seems like it, gently caress you Seattle area VA) and I can't get a loving appointment without waiting like 4-5 months to do poo poo. I guess I feel like I saw dudes around me that seemed liked loving rocks and wouldn't break, and that it was me that might break during combat. It blows my loving mind that it's these dudes that have crippling addictions and constant nightmares and poo poo like that. I just feel like something is seriously wrong with me BECAUSE I'm not in the same boat that a lot of other vets are. Maybe I just put all my head problems into anger, because I know I've gotten really bad at times, and I bottle it all up or some poo poo and it very very rarely comes out where I think about all the friends I lost in Iraq and poo poo. gently caress I need to drink after typing this. Looking at it after I typed it all up makes me feel a little bit crazy.
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at the date posted:Goddamn right. The surest, fastest way to hate a stranger is to live with them.
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Genocide Tendency posted:
For the record, I am not living the dream, I had a party on Friday and got into a drunk dick-waving match with an angry neighbor across the street who "has lived on this street for 42 years" and "is sick of these 'animals' throwing parties all the time" (it's cool, I'm white, so when I called him on it he said he didn't mean me). We ended up shaking hands and bitching about the VA together. I have to settle for a cat I suspect of being a pre-op trans dog and ze loves playing fetch and other non-cis-species activities. Zeris fucked around with this message at 17:18 on Sep 29, 2014 |
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Genocide Tendency posted:
I own my house. Well, mostly the bank owns it. It's nicer than y'all assume, I can assure you.
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FAT SLAMPIG posted:The Koran is the only book worth burning. 
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I honestly don't care about your house or anything, I just want to hear stories about why your basketball hoop is a liability or how cranked out strippers stagger themselves over to get what I can only assume is a pus-filled experience from your housemate. Gives me joy, is all.
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I moved into a tiny little apartment across from campus. There was an anti-rape parade on my street the other day. Which beats the poo poo out of the nightly "check for unlocked doors, steal whatever is inside" parades that the handful of dickless white people on my old block considered an exchange of cultures or whatever. I'm still a member of their neighborhood group on Facebook. I enjoy the daily arguments about whether or not it's racist to identify muggers/thieves/vandals by their race. Also people crying about gentrification because OH NO WHAT IF PAYDAY LOANS AND PAWN SHOPS CAN'T AFFORD TO OPERATE HERE ONCE ALL THE WHITE PEOPLE MOVE IN?!?! Sure, drunk kids are loud and annoying, but they don't own cars so you aren't going to feel their music from a block away at 3 in the morning.
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Mike-o posted:I kind of feel the same way sometimes, but then realize I'm fooling myself. I feel like there's something wrong with me because I'm not hosed in the head and taking all sorts of meds because of combat and all the hosed up poo poo I saw. Then I kinda realize I do have some problems. Sometimes I think I was already hosed in the head because I took seeing people die and blood and guts and all sorts poo poo like that fairly well. But then I realize I've got massive anger problems and I loving hate most people. I only take one med for depression and I don't have a pile of pills to eat everyday because my VA system is one of the busiest in the country (or at least it seems like it, gently caress you Seattle area VA) and I can't get a loving appointment without waiting like 4-5 months to do poo poo. Dude.. You are me circa 2006. Now I bounce between manic, anger and suicidal depression. So I got some good news and bad news for you. The good news is eventually you will be less angry. The bad news is, anger is exchanged for either manic or depression. Let me tell you about the manic first because thats probably the most hazardous. THe more risky it is the better. And you don't give a gently caress that your friends reaction to everything you want to do is "dude, please don't light yourself on fire and jump out the 3rd story window". The depression side is manageable. In the sense that you are usually to loving sick of everything to be assed enough to find the key for your trigger lock. When you visit the docs you tread a line between letting them know that you are on the down slope to becoming another hashmark in the vet suicide rate. But not before your next visit. Of course you think you are telling them that you got your poo poo together, because well, your brain is 9 kinds of hosed. Of course you find ways to justify it outside of your poor life choices in post high school career/education opportunities (I'm currently convincing myself that its because I took one too many Richter Scale registering head shots). You might choose to blame your family life, the kid who bullied you in high school, your soul sucking job, some genetic pre-disposition to depression/mental health problems.... Reality is you are screwed. You know it, and now its about faking your way through another day and another appointment. Because... I don't know. Maybe tomorrow won't be the most bland, boring bullshit with the bonus reminder that everything sucks and cool dudes who bailed your rear end out of one too many bad situations never made it home. Which is the best and worst god drat lie we tell our selves. Its the best because well, it keeps us waking up for the next day instead of having Dr Winchester remove your molars. Its the worst because for one you know its a lie and two as bad as it is today, tomorrow will be worse because you knew before hand it was going to be the same poo poo.
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Not a lot to the other stripper stories. One left 3 bags of stripper clothes, another was when two strippers came looking for my roommate and wound up taking selfies in front of my house. Basketball hoop coming down was a good thing. That was the landmark missing last night for stripperella since she was here last time, back in february after dude moved in. Thinking I might put a tree there but gently caress it, don't care.
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Mike-o posted:I kind of feel the same way sometimes, but then realize I'm fooling myself. I feel like there's something wrong with me because I'm not hosed in the head and taking all sorts of meds because of combat and all the hosed up poo poo I saw. Then I kinda realize I do have some problems. Sometimes I think I was already hosed in the head because I took seeing people die and blood and guts and all sorts poo poo like that fairly well. But then I realize I've got massive anger problems and I loving hate most people. I only take one med for depression and I don't have a pile of pills to eat everyday because my VA system is one of the busiest in the country (or at least it seems like it, gently caress you Seattle area VA) and I can't get a loving appointment without waiting like 4-5 months to do poo poo. I should have started that off with "I only ever deployed on a boat" to mine, because your poo poo is real. I honestly lucked the gently caress out when my older brother flipped his lid hearing I had signed up as a hummer mechanic/motor T type my Junior year and pulled every string he had as an O-2 to get me assigned to the Air Wing instead, which I fought him tooth and nail about until 3 weeks before HS graduation when he had our great uncle (retired O-7) come talk to me about how loving dumb I was being refusing a much better quality of life and ease of promotion assignment my brother had called in favors to get me. After 9-11 I was mad at my brother because then I wanted to be infantry and go shoot Al-Qaeda's or some stupid 20-year-old-with-a-hard-on-for-war-poo poo. I was furious at my brother for a while after that, felt he had robbed me of some stupid generational right of passage, but as some of my friends started coming back in boxes I began to realize he had probably saved my life. Thats when I eased off in the booze and lovely attitude and just started worrying about my job and waiting until I could get out and get a real job. I know I have some survivor's guilt about it sometimes when I think about a few guys I knew who didn't come back, but I really don;t dwell on it because I know way too many guys who have real problems because of their time in, so instead of complaining about any issues I may have, I cut some decent sized checks to Wounded Warrior and St Jude's Children Hospital, since those people are the ones who need the help.
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Victor Vermis posted:I would rather live in a garbage can than share a home with another human being. 
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Booblord Zagats posted:I did just discover that rolling over your 401K in to a Roth IRA is taxed the exact same as taking it all in cash, so I said "gently caress it" and rolled it in to my bank account because I figure being able to log in to USAA and see just over 50K just sitting in my savings could be pretty badass. Now to see if I can turn my Roth IRA in to a traditional or just see if I can be an adult and start a full on investment portfolio What in the world did you do You roll your 401k into a traditional IRA and you don't pay a cent of tax. Also I'm not sure you know the diff between a traditional and a Roth This is why you always consult the Jews before any big money moves
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Snowdens Secret posted:What in the world did you do I went to an Italian instead, seriously. I'm a tremendous jackass. My company that handled the 401K dropped it entirely after they ended up in a major legal battle with the 3rd party administrators, so they gave the option to cash out without penalties, just taxes as part of their settlement. Since all I have is a CD and a Roth IRA, both of which were taxed the same as cashing it out, so I'm letting the IRS take their cut before I even see it and I'll let it sit in an interest bearing savings account until I get a proper jew or Texas oil man in a Cadillac to help me invest it in a better way.
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That sounds like a real mess, but you should still call USAA and talk to somebody, setting up a Traditional (or any IRA) takes minutes and you -might- have like 30 days to unfuck it and get your taxes back I forget It's worth trying, that's a five digit check you're cutting to the government for nothing, and through compound interest that ends up being a poo poo ton when you
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I didn't have to watch any people die, just hajis, so I came out of it alright. Seriously though, walking through half a dead family, including a teenage girl was pretty sad. Then on the other end you get a dead old dude with his pants pulled down for a search, and all the squad leaders are talking about how big his dick is.
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Snowdens Secret posted:That sounds like a real mess, but you should still call USAA and talk to somebody, setting up a Traditional (or any IRA) takes minutes and you -might- have like 30 days to unfuck it and get your taxes back I forget
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Booblord Zagats posted:I went to an Italian instead, seriously. I'm a tremendous jackass. You took all of your untaxed retirement funds out and are thinking about investing in only taxable accounts in order to feel grown up.
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anne frank fanfic posted:You took all of your untaxed retirement funds out and are thinking about investing in only taxable accounts in order to feel grown up. Yeah. That or being enlisted as gently caress and buying a used Lambo \m/
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Booblord Zagats posted:Of all the single vets in this forum I think I might be the most boring/stable by a pretty wide margin. I just spent my weekend cleaning my house, playing video games and taking my dog and nephews to the park to chill. Went to bed at 10pm lastnight and rolled in to work at 6:30am. I hung out with my gently caress buddy for a bit Saturday night, but we just got some coffee and cheese cake at the little cafe down the street and made fun of some neckbeards that were there playing Dungeons and Dragons boring for sure
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Genocide Tendency posted:Dude.. You are me circa 2006. yeah i'm kind of hosed huh  i don't really know what else to say other than yeah, that hits on a lot of the same ways i feel and act i guess. the only thing i haven't really tried was working out at the gym or getting baked as poo poo to try to alleviate it all.
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try working out some, definitely helped me also time, it gets better dude
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Idk about the better with time thing. Mine is better sober than it is drunk, but it is more like going from level 10 crazy to level 15 crazy and then returning to level 10. If that makes any sense at all. I guess sometimes it gets worse, then it goes back to "normal" but doesn't really get better than the "normal". tyler fucked around with this message at 02:00 on Sep 30, 2014 |
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the dad farm posted:weed def helps with the deep seeded self hatred helps me with it.  different strokes for different folks. I got so sick of drinking that the change did me a ton of good when I got out and picked up the bong.
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Mike-o posted:i don't really know what else to say other than yeah, that hits on a lot of the same ways i feel and act i guess. the only thing i haven't really tried was working out at the gym helps Mike-o posted:or getting baked as poo poo to try to alleviate it all. helps too you can do both if you have enough heart, hoooooah
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