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Pretty fucking great day all in all. Left the house early today to visit my cousin for lunch, haven't seen him in a month which is unusual for us, normally we see each other on a weekly basis. Met my nephew (technichally my cousin's kid but due to italian conventions he's my nephew, love that kid as if it was my own son either way) on the way by chance, love to hear my name shouted across the street and it's not just some cunt when i turn around to said shout. Had sardinian wild boar stew and polenta for lunch, plus two bottles of wine accompanying it. Spent the rest of the day there and absolutely DOMINATED my 7 year old niece in Uno, she fucked me up in Jenga afterwards (she cheats though).

Wading through the shitskin hordes on public transit right now, feeling pretty Ice Cube:

Not even making this up, homeless woman just sking me for change while i'm waiting for my subway and typing this up, i ask her why she has no shoes on and she just waves me off, what the fuck? Rude :story:
 
I got stung by a bee for the first time in over 20 years, forgot how much it hurts, lol. Little bastard flew up my sleeve when I was running and at first I thought I got snagged by a bramble. Thankfully I'm not allergic and it healed very quickly.

Had a funny conversation with one of my oldest friends about the time in 2nd(?) grade she took me to the nurse for a bee sting, which I misremembered as me taking her for the sting. I think I had it confused with the time I took her in for a soccer ball to the nose. Though that happened to me a few times also. The nurse knew me VERY well.
 
Currently failing at the dating scene. I honestly wish it wouldn't come to me wasting the prime years of my life because I can't find someone to make a family with.
I still hate remembering the times my classmate during college desperately flirted with me and I was a idiot for not noticing the whole time. That classmate moved to greener pastures after we graduated.
 
I still hate remembering the times my classmate during college desperately flirted with me and I was a idiot for not noticing the whole time
I think there is hardly any man alive who hasn't these exact same regrets about one girl/woman, me included. Feels. I think of her sometimes to this day, after not having been in school for a million years. The proverbial one that got away, at least that's how my memory wants to paint it in hindsight.
 
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Call me sensitive but I hate how media normalizes and makes jokes about the shit I went through as a child. Beating the ever loving shit out of your kid is just a “funny thing black people do”. It took me till 18 to find out “spanking” is supposed to be on the ass and not at your face. It took me till 18 to find out being hit with the buckle isn’t normal. It took me till 18 to find out being hit with a charger isn’t normal. It took me till 18 to find out being hit with a fucking dictionary isn’t normal.

Maybe if the media stopped joking about it I would’ve found out sooner, now it’s too late to even confront my parents about it. What’s even funny about a kid getting his shit rocked? What the fuck is wrong with people?
 
A person I was extremely close with, but who eventually betrayed me during the worst time of my life has died. I don't know how to feel about it. I thought, I would feel relief and let it finally go, but now I am just very sad it ended this way. I can't even put my finger on why exactly, just sad, period.
Well, I have mostly moved on, but today found out how they died and... It wasn't something out of horror movie, but still terrible. What's worse considering my circumstances I've got all the chances to end up the same way. Maybe putting a bullet in my head in the nearest future is the best way out I can get, but I really don't want to think about it. I know that life works in the most mysterious ways, maybe better things are waiting ahead, but so is misery, I know it too well.
 
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