Destroit

I can't believe you'd try to steal my event like that! Especially since I do it for my birthday! Btw, sign up for this year's Camping Trip will begin in April, if you're interested in going . I handle everything fully, booking, reservations, etc, last year we had a blast! I encourage everyone to be there this year, the entire weekend will end up costing you less than $30. Anyone is welcome to PM me before April if you'd like more info and pictures from last summer's event.

Because boys never take the time to make sure that they are good looking, there's your answer. It's like, I lost a bunch of weight, put make-up on all the time, dressed nice, and who hit on me? Tubby and hairy old men. I don't care how desperate I get...NEVER, EVER, EVER, I would find a very hot man and pay him first .

I don't even have a scale in my house...I just look in the mirror and say: "I'd like to be down to 160 today" and go with that . So right now, I'm 160 because I told myself this, and I wouldn't lie to me, so it must be true .

Anything in a package is the devil, it's hard to avoid all pre-packaged foods, but it pays to at least do your best. The FDA has the government so lobbied...you REALLY do not want to know what goes in your food and isn't listed on the label (legally, might I add). Some of these additives are nothing more than appetite enhancers, why? Because the more food you eat, the more money food companies make, it's a sick business.

Take it from a weak and addicted personality, nobody pushes you to drugs. Nothing in your life pushes you towards drugs. The only person who pushes you to drugs is YOU...it's called excuse making, addicts are wonderful at it, I should know. With that said, and I'm sorry if it hurt but it is a very true statement, I'm not sure what kind of drugs you are on. If you are on "hard" drugs (i.e. coke, crack, heroin, meth, or a combination of any of the above) then you need help ASAP. Your child can be taken from you, on those drugs you ARE NOT ABLE to give your child the care she deserves and needs. You need to drop everything and get yourself into rehab, even if it means having your daughter be taken care of by a relative or foster until you are clean. You cannot defeat hard drugs alone, you WILL need rehab, and if you don't get it soon your life will crumble before your very eyes and you will most likely either lose your child or make her life a living and hateful hell. Now, if we're talking weed here, I'm an expert on curbing weed addiction. I am addicted to everything that you can think of, gaming, computer, coffee, food, used to be cigarettes, used to also be a drunk, but my hardest addiction I've had to curb has always been marijuana. I LOVE the shit, I love how it makes me feel. I'm 23 and I'm just now getting it under control after 5 years, and much like quitting anything else addictive, it is the hardest thing you'll ever do. One you get the ball rolling, however, you will realize how good it feels to be clean and sober, to enjoy looking at your daughter and actually being able to recall those memories in the future. I'm a pet owner, and I know that's nothing like having an actual baby, but for me it is (I'm so devout over my babies I almost died last week trying to save them from a housefire, stupidly, but I wouldn't have left the house without all three even if it meant I perished in it too) and when I had my two other rat-babies a few years back, whom ended up dying as animals do, I regret now that I look back at it and realize that many of the good memories I had with them, going outside, playing in the yard, going to the pet store to mock the snakes, are either fuzzy or missing due to how much weed I used to smoke. I cry about it a lot, do you really want to turn around and have it be your daughter's graduation day and not be able to remember her first steps? Her first words? First day of school? Everything that it is to be a joyous and loving parent? If you continue on using drugs, this is inevitable, you are numb to everything, weed tells you that you're happy and you're not, it's filling a void that should be filled with meaningful things, and also, you WILL forget what happened in your life. So...now then, how to stop and feel good, or at least okay? That is the tricky part. Assuming that you're on pot and not hard drugs (hard drugs create a physical dependency, weed creates a mental/habitual dependency, therefore all "want" for pot is in your mind), there is help and hope, but it must come from you. Now, even though weed makes you feel good momentarily, about 30 minutes to a few hours depending on how good the shit is and your body chemistry...but you have to ask yourself, is it worth it? You should actually ask yourself that question when it comes to ANY life decision, but especially something like pot, if YOU do not cognitively ask yourself this question every time you go to light a bowl or joint, weed WILL take over you. When left to its own devices, pot wants you to smoke it all the time and will stop at nothing to make you use it, even lying to you, weed makes you lie to yourself, that's all it does. The key to this is for the little woman in your head, your own freewill and consciousness, to say "fuck you pot, I don't need you to feel good". The reason this is so difficult to accomplish for most potheads is that when you finally get out of your weed-induced-haze, you will most likely look around, see a dirty house, see that your true friends have left you because all you did was use them to get pot, you have nothing accomplished in life, and have no hobbies or activities to make yourself feel good about you. Finally coming clear-headed and realizing that you are the dregs of life is devastating for most, I know it was for me. When you are a drug addict of any sort, you believe everything you are doing is wonderful and productive, it's only when you clear up and YOU come back into consciousness, taking the steering wheel away from weed, you realize that you have been living a drug-induced counter-productive lie, and you will be so mad at yourself, so disappointed, it will make you want to pack a bowl and smoke some more. I'm sure you don't watch anime at all, but if you do, it's like the series Paranoia Agent, weed is Maromi, but all of your problems you're using Maromi to help hide and bury is the equivalent to Little Slugger. The moral of the story is that drugs will never help your problems, it will only make things worse even if it's "comforting" to use, and the only way you can get anywhere in this world is to stand up to your problems and literally battle them face-on, regardless of how impossible, scary, hard, excrusiating, unpleasant, or downright depressing those problems are. You need to let "Maromi" go (your drugs) and face your reality, no matter how unpleasant, because that's what reality can be. Running away never solves anything...EVER. Instead of using drug-induced incompetance as an excuse to say "fuck it" and go get some more, this is where you need to think. Literally, sit down at a clear table for an hour, nobody else in the room, no computer on, turn off the tv, and rationalize your want. Just you and the little person inside of your brain that tells you what is good to do and what you should do, many of us stop talking to that "conscious voice of reasoning" once we become adults and become comfortable with our lifestyles and daily habits. In short: Adults love to put themselves on auto-pilot, not think about reprocussions, not think about tomorrow and only think about today. It takes a true adult to CONSTANTLY think about every action they do, why they do it, and why it benefits them or vice versa. It's time for you to become an adult. So think...next time you'd like weed...why? Why do you want it? Most likely it will be because it makes you feel good and forget about your problems. But after you ask yourself that, I want you to ask yourself: Now...why DON'T I want weed? Your answers will actually be sound and logical answers, as opposed to "I want it to make me forget and feel good" which is illogical. Your answers will probably be something like: I'd like to interact with my daughter and remember all of it and enjoy it instead of being numb and brainless; I'd like to be able to interact socially better (weed makes many people have social anxiety, for instance, if I ever show up at a DGN event and I don't bounce around and talk to people right off, only talking to a select few I know well and the group I'm with: I'm high ); I will be able to carry out simple day-to-day tasks better and more efficiently; People will respect me more and I'll respect myself more; I will be saving money so that my baby girl and I can go out and do fun mother-daughter things that are memorable, as opposed to sitting in my house living an unfufilled and boring life playing WoW; I will be able to take up hobbies require practice, diligence, and skill that will make myself feel better about who I am (exercise, writing, painting, sculpting, music, ANYTHING that requires skill and practice, if you get better at these things you will feel as though you have more worth and don't need weed). It is a long hard road to go down, and as I stated, definately not easy. I've had to walk down it, many other people I know have also. I still smoke occasionally, with friends, but after the buzz goes away and I want more, I sit down and think to myself: "Do I really want this...or is it the weed trying to tell me I want more?" I can tell you one thing, everytime I asked myself that, I found out that it was the weed trying to get me to smoke, and the only person who pushed it to be that way was myself. It's better this way because now I actually look FORWARD to it, instead of depending on it and having it weigh me down like a ball and chain, and when you only do it occasionally you get FUCKED UP . Like the kind of fucked up you got when you first started...laugh for 20 minutes at your blank computer screen because it's HILARIOUS, molest everything edible in your house with your mouth, and finally take a four hour nap on the couch with your Game Boy still in hand in the middle of the Pokemon battle that you nodded off while trying to finish. That, my dear, is the best kind of high ever . If you constantly use, you will never have that high again, and weed will become as boring as putting your pants in the morning and brushing your teeth. Commonplace, nothing special, every single day, and every single day will be exactly the same for the rest of your life, sucking down smoke from a pipe, wondering why you even do it, and sitting in your house bored and unfufilled. I've come along way, and so can you. Just remember the only way to beat weed and to live a fufilling and productive life is to literally think it away, with discipline and will-power. Tell yourself no even when it hurts and you'd think that you want it so bad you'd kill someone. Talk yourself through it, use logic and reasoning, say it aloud when you talk yourself through it (for some reason, I've always found this helps to better "cement" the idea into place). Remind yourself that there WILL be bad days, but you need to do what is in your power to go through those bad days and know that there will be a glorious light at the end of the tunnel waiting for your down-day to be over with. It will always get better, but sometimes it has to get worse or be mundane. And I mean it about picking up meaningful hobbies, DROP WOW, WoW is nothing to feel accomplished about, it's a video game. Video games, while fun time killers and are okay to play sometimes (and I grew up with a SNES controller in my hand from age six and onward, it's ALL I did), are not meaningful nor fufilling. When you beat a game, you did just that, beat some pre-fabbed game that millions of others have beat before you, doesn't sharpen skills much, and doesn't get you anywhere in life at all. Well...unless you play Guitar Hero, Dance Dance Revolution, or First-Person Shooters, then you can be in tourneys and win a lot of money . I wish you the best. If your drug problem is NOT a weed problem and is a hard drug problem, you CANNOT do it on your own and will need professional help. You must do this as soon as possible or else hard drugs will eat you alive. If pot is the problem: kicking weed altogether, or keeping it to a VERY staunch minimum when out with friends or vacations, while very hard, is the most fufilling thing you will ever do with your life, and even if you don't think so now because the weed has you and is clouding your head into thinking otherwise, take my word, someone who has been in your footsteps and walked the path before you. If you follow this advice in the end you will thank me, and your child will thank YOU . Also, get counceling if you can, but for many it's unrealistic. I'm horrifically fucked up and never had any sort of counceling, even when I asked for it as a teen during suicidal bouts, because I've never had money to pay for that sort of thing. But I found, when I thought through it with reasoning and logic, that myself and most other teens are "depressed" for attention, and I'm glad that I didn't seek help. It taught me that the only person in this world that can help me is myself, and that's true with nearly everyone. In my mind it's unneccesary, any friends I saw on it came out to be worse then when they went in, but apparantly it works for some people, so I'm told. If you can and feel you need to, getting a therapist may help, but be weary of any drugs they prescribe, from my experience some shrinks want to keep you mentally unstable. If you're not mentally unstable and popping pills that are fucking you up even worse, how are they going to get their paycheck? Makes sense when you really think about it. But I'm for good old fashioned therapy, where someone actually does the good and correct thing of talking you through your problems and letting you spill your guts, as opposed to pumping you full of synthetic man-made drugs that turn you into a worse zombie than when you were on whatever street drugs you were on before .

Yeap, I have a small ass garden with a corner lot condo, but I still grow veggies and tell my THP cooperative to fuck off. I tell them to fuck off on a near-monthly basis, but they say we can't grow veggies because it attracts "animals". OMFG NOOO! NOT ANIMALS! OUR CHILDREN WILL NOT BE SAAAAAFE! Reminds me how much the Townhouse manager needs a bat to his windshield, or rather his face...yes, a bat to the face would be more justified.

Yeap, case in point, Chernobyl without Bridge Card lives on hot dogs, kool-aid, white bread and pasta, ramen noodles, and bologna. Chernobyl with Bridge Card has vegetables, fruit, fish, sushi, good grade meat (i.e. lean), whole grain everything, etc.

That's what it's like living with a boyfriend...like the giant fucking tub of cookie dough sitting in our fridge that I fucking pick at every damn time I walk by the fridge. I need to put my money where my mouth is and exercise more, it's just I've been in a really down funk for awhile now, it's hard to get my ass in gear.

Okay, so after reading about Colon Blow for the past 6 pages or so...where do I get it and how much? I can shit a bigger alien than you all...bet.

If someone else uses your Bridge Card and are not on it legally to do so (you can have, I think one person, who is authorized to buy food on it, either your SO or caretaker, but must be authorized prior) it constitutes as fraud, and I believe it's a felony. Same with trading or selling food that you purchase on your Bridge Card. Keep your Bridge Card on your person at all times, GRG, and this won't happen! Your roommates, to put it in the most polite light that I can put it in, need to go fuck themselves.

WTF! Stand up for yourself! Tell your roommate exactly where she can shove it! And hide your Bridge Card, it's yours and yours alone. Pest just got his re-instated, but he definately eats fatty stuff, I can't wait to get mine so I can start eating ninja-food again.

Psssht...I had fucking ELEVEN shots of whiskey, figuring it would get me at least buzzed because I no longer drink, and sure enough I was totally wrong. Stayed up until 5 am that morning trying to get drink, only to go to bed pretty sober. But I already know I can't be a natural-born woman, I'm even sure I can't bear children (thank fucking God, ya know?).

As for me, I'm pissed because I am still 160 gold short of buying a shitty Magikarp, which means that I'll havwe to beat Brock first before I get one, something I didn't want to have to do! Drats!

I'm pissed! I get a little, erm how should I say this: buzzed, yet I don't drink, use your imagination, and I start out with a salad. I load it with assloads of croutons (because I will not eat a salad sans-crouton, defeats the purpose of a salad), cheese, turkey, spouts, onion, and ranch dressing because ranch dressing is easily my favorite food group, along with fried chicken. Combine fried chicken with ranch dressing? Yeap, I will jizz in my pants, but in any case, with the munchies I decide it isn't enough and I have ramen noodles, after that Pest informs me that he's making tuna casserole, and makes me eat an assload of it. SO...I decide, all is not lost, nothing that a few hours of cleaning the bathroom and playing DDR can't handle. I start cleaning my room, I move the bed in the middle and make it, and end up laying down to test it out because it looks so sexy, I love clean sheets. Dateline is on, some special about a girl that was a narcotics informant for the cops and went missing due to this, and I keep telling myself that I have to get up or I'll fall asleep and everything I just ate will gain massively on my body... Sure enough the next thing I know Pest is waking me up at about midnight asking me why I went to bed without asking him. I am pissed!

Yearning for everyone to leave so I can level up my Pokemans.

I ended up taking the pic out of mine awhile ago because I figured it was too big, I believe I only have text and the ticker now if memory serves.

Yeap, if it comes in any kind of a package, pass on it. Packaged food is always heavily processed, unnecessarily expensive, and HORRIBLE (not just bad, horrible) for your health, and I'm not even referring to the fact of sodium chloride content, I'm talking the straight-up toxic chemicals that are legally allowed in your food should disgust and appall you.

Drop the pop, Diet is worse for you then regular and still makes you gain weight. Pop doesn't come pouring out of pristine streams in nature, water does, so I don't understand why anyone drinks the shit. And I do mean shit. This is coming from someone who used to drink diet pop religiously...until I found out what is in it and what kind of effects it has on your body. You'll be saving your health and some money in the long run.

I had TEN White Castles last night, fries, and three huge cookies...how do you think I feel right now? (awesome, that's how)