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I spent the day ringing out white trash family after white trash family buying giant TVs with their stimulus payments. I'm not even sure I'm going to get this one (I didn't get the $600 one either). I used to be grateful that I was considered 'essential' and still had a job. But after months and months of watching the fat, lazy, sit on their asses and collect welfare types living better than I am (My state has been giving them extra food stamps as well), I've turned into a bitter shell of a human being.
I'm scheduled to get mine tommow (hey st Patrick's day pot o gold) and I was thinking of going crazy with since it Kay be the last one maybe not who knows.... But as I said I was drunk as shit when I thought that. Thought about blowing a thousand bucks on stuff for my game room like posters a custom neon sign and jager useless crap but once I got sober and decided to cut back if not quit drinking I decided to put all that behind me.

Nope I'm gonna transfer 1000 to my savings (though part of me wants to take it and put it in a steel lockbox instead) and the rest is for anything that's absolutely necessary and nothing else
 
Can't fucking sleep at all, a buncha dying puppies have been barking outside my house for a couple of hours now.
Oh shit, I'm in the same boat. The cunt living above us likes to blast his music loud as fuck till 5am and it's making it really hard for my roommate and I to sleep.

On another note, it's probably because of the pandemic and shit but I've been feeling really disconnected from a lot of my longtime friends of late. They don't seem to really have any interest in any of the hobbies we used to partake in together anymore, and the hobbies that they've picked up in their place aren't really my thing. I guess this is normal that people who met in high school drift apart as they grow as adults, but it makes me feel pretty depressed since I like these people, and want to hang out with them, but it doesn't seem like we really have anything in common anymore. I dunno.
 
Just stopping in to flex because I'm kitten proofing my home for new babies. ;A; they are not ready yet but I've already started to prepare for the little furry bastards to make sure they receive the best start possible. I'm going to love them so so much, it going to be super obnoxious. I'm thinking of trying to make a wooden cat tower that looks like a spooky cathedral. Granted, idk shit about wood working, but I'll learn.
 
This may sound like power leveling/spergy at some point but i legit didn't know where else to go with this. My dad is turning 50 this October and my ma's not too far behind. My parent's look pretty good for their ages though, my dad's hair has gone almost completely white, but to his credit he did spend almost his entire adult life in the military serving tours in the iraq war and worked hard as a handyman when he was home in the US. So the aging is probably stress educed more than anything...I hope.


Look I'm not gonna pretend they were the perfect angelic parents every kid wishes they had, in fact i have memories with for both good and bad and even now we at best respect and have a familial love for each other....but their still my parents. For good and bad better or worse and I love them as only a son can.

I know they won't be around forever, and aging, even death is all part of life. I've more or less come to terms with that but...I really Really don't wanna think about losing them so soon. I at least want them to live to see their golden years and go peacefully with their kids beside them knowing they did well raising them and lived a full life.


I guess I'm just still haunted by the memories of people I've lost in the last few years both close family and good friends, still facing the unknown inevitable and not sure how to feel when it comes to pass.
 
Well, I had a baby chick pass away. I'm not sure what exactly the reason was. The temps have been a little cooler than I'd like so maybe it was from a chill. Maybe she got caught under the other chicks and got suffocated. Maybe she just wasn't internally healthy to begin with. It happened in the few hours I was gone from home. I feel awful and like I failed her. My friend who's family has owned chickens for awhile told me that if a chick won't make it, it'll be in the first week (chick was 5 days old). They are fragile and all.

I'm just going to dote on them even more now, making sure everything is clean and comfy. I got another heat lamp to put in the brooder so they don't all gather under one at once. Most of my other ones are almost two weeks old and seem sprightly and active so here's hoping they do well.

This may sound like power leveling/spergy at some point but i legit didn't know where else to go with this. My dad is turning 50 this October and my ma's not too far behind. My parent's look pretty good for their ages though, my dad's hair has gone almost completely white, but to his credit he did spend almost his entire adult life in the military serving tours in the iraq war and worked hard as a handyman when he was home in the US. So the aging is probably stress educed more than anything...I hope.


Look I'm not gonna pretend they were the perfect angelic parents every kid wishes they had, in fact i have memories with for both good and bad and even now we at best respect and have a familial love for each other....but their still my parents. For good and bad better or worse and I love them as only a son can.

I know they won't be around forever, and aging, even death is all part of life. I've more or less come to terms with that but...I really Really don't wanna think about losing them so soon. I at least want them to live to see their golden years and go peacefully with their kids beside them knowing they did well raising them and lived a full life.


I guess I'm just still haunted by the memories of people I've lost in the last few years both close family and good friends, still facing the unknown inevitable and not sure how to feel when it comes to pass.
I feel you. My parents have had bad habits and done things that bug me growing up. But after moving out I feel that my relationship has gotten better. I appreciate them so much for things they've done growing up, even if they were difficult at times. My mom recently had a surgery to remove something because there was a possibility of cancer or something similar. The surgery went well and things look pretty good right now. But they aren't young anymore. They've gone full gray (even if my mom tries dying her hair to hide it). It's made me start to think about what you're feeling too.
 
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Well, I had a baby chick pass away. I'm not sure what exactly the reason was. The temps have been a little cooler than I'd like so maybe it was from a chill. Maybe she got caught under the other chicks and got suffocated. Maybe she just wasn't internally healthy to begin with. It happened in the few hours I was gone from home. I feel awful and like I failed her. My friend who's family has owned chickens for awhile told me that if a chick won't make it, it'll be in the first week (chick was 5 days old). They are fragile and all.

I'm just going to dote on them even more now, making sure everything is clean and comfy. I got another heat lamp to put in the brooder so they don't all gather under one at once. Most of my other ones are almost two weeks old and seem sprightly and active so here's hoping they do well.


I feel you. My parents have had bad habits and done things that bug me growing up. But after moving out I feel that my relationship has gotten better. I appreciate them so much for things they've done growing up, even if they were difficult at times. My mom recently had a surgery to remove something because there was a possibility of cancer or something similar. The surgery went well and things look pretty good right now. But they aren't young anymore. They've gone full gray (even if my mom tries dying her hair to hide it). It's made me start to think about what you're feeling too.
you go from loving them to wanting nothing to do with them wanting to have them forever and the next thing you know they're gone...I'm here for you and i know how it feels.
 
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Writing a resume and cover letter for a remote job, wish me luck fam. I got furloughed at the beginning of the Coronapocalypse and while I'm sure my job will return at some point :optimistic::optimistic::optimistic: I'm tired of being a NEET.

*edit* I forgot how much I hate trying to edit resume formats, I'm very anal about how mine are set up. If you stop hearing from me it's because I ripped off my own head
 
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Oh shit, I'm in the same boat. The cunt living above us likes to blast his music loud as fuck till 5am and it's making it really hard for my roommate and I to sleep.

On another note, it's probably because of the pandemic and shit but I've been feeling really disconnected from a lot of my longtime friends of late. They don't seem to really have any interest in any of the hobbies we used to partake in together anymore, and the hobbies that they've picked up in their place aren't really my thing. I guess this is normal that people who met in high school drift apart as they grow as adults, but it makes me feel pretty depressed since I like these people, and want to hang out with them, but it doesn't seem like we really have anything in common anymore. I dunno.
That sounds pretty standard. They want to do camping/hiking? Go, even if it's a pain. It's one of the easier ways to recreate high school fun, and there are one or two relationships I might've kept if I went on more group adventures.

I miss the spontaneous nature of life more than anything. I used to be able to walk to the beach or gym, or just chill with whoever at lunch or in the morning without extensive planning.
 
I have gone full Hitler against all rodentkind in my apartment, traps, bait, even let a stray cat hang out last weekend and the deaths are not sufficient.
They attack cardboard boxes and have even knocked shit off the counter.
I've never heard mice squeak and bitch so much before, either. I move things they get into higher up and then they squeak in frustration that the thing they were digging in is gone. They ate into a bag of oatmeal I had not secured properly and left eye watering musky mouse piss in the area when I was gone for two days.
I don't know where these fuckers are coming from.
Restaurants nearby are opening back up so you'd think they'd head out for yummier pastures and everything. Good taco place I can smell from here, for example.
I got my stimmy and my stocks from round 2 of stimmy are doing OK so I guess I'm just breaking the lease this time.
If coof restrictions were less severe I'd go take a tour of the finest flophouse motels in the area for a bit and find some trouble to get into.
 
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I have gone full Hitler against all rodentkind in my apartment, traps, bait, even let a stray cat hang out last weekend and the deaths are not sufficient.
They attack cardboard boxes and have even knocked shit off the counter.
I've never heard mice squeak and bitch so much before, either. I move things they get into higher up and then they squeak in frustration that the thing they were digging in is gone. They ate into a bag of oatmeal I had not secured properly and left eye watering musky mouse piss in the area when I was gone for two days.
I don't know where these fuckers are coming from.
Restaurants nearby are opening back up so you'd think they'd head out for yummier pastures and everything. Good taco place I can smell from here, for example.
I got my stimmy and my stocks from round 2 of stimmy are doing OK so I guess I'm just breaking the lease this time.
If coof restrictions were less severe I'd go take a tour of the finest flophouse motels in the area for a bit and find some trouble to get into.
Sounds like your whole street needs napalmed, dude.
 
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Sounds like your whole street needs napalmed, dude.
It really does but not because of the mice. It has become infinitely more ghetto since Coofworld began and anything I liked about it is gone. My old man bar hasn't reopened and all the homeless moved from living at McDonald's to the Walgreens/Cvs corner and it smells like 6th and San Pedro on any warm day. I broke a finger last summer when one of them attacked me and I didn't respond well. Luckily the police enjoyed the fight and didn't take me in.

If you can wait until I leave to call in the airstrike that would be cool.
 
follow up to my last post, feel a little bit better after making some catfish almondine for dinner (something about a home cooked meal that steady's the nerves) and I'm sure my folks will be fine. I mean it's a one way trip we all gotta make but well...consider for a second Barb Chandler is turning 80 if she lives to October. She'll either live to reach 80 despite living in the hellish conditions of 14 branchland court or she has lasted this long in those conditions.

My parents my be getting long in the tooth, but they sure as hell live much healthier and in better conditions than the chandler parents did or any lowcow parents who still have to babysit their overgrown children do.

I have my stim money set aside, so long as I have my job, as meh as it is I can start saving up. So long as I have a roof over my head, my connection to the farms, food on the table (be it boiled crawfish one day then baked catfish with almonds the next or ramen noodles and canned soup) and the clothes on my back. I'm one happy camper.
 
Very tired and very pale. Business over the past year did not let up one bit despite all of the panic going on and the winter has been so ungodly cold I haven't spent any time outside since around August. Everything going on has really pulled my mental state down from the low point it was already at but I've made a resolution to drink less this year and spend more time building healthier habits to engage in. Started reading again, which is an escape I'm okay with engaging in. Recently picked up some nonfiction naval stuff and some classic American lit. Also trying to avoid porn and media as best I can despite a constant empty craving for anything to make me feel better.
 
follow up to my last post, feel a little bit better after making some catfish almondine for dinner (something about a home cooked meal that steady's the nerves) and I'm sure my folks will be fine.
The fact that you care at all about doing right by them is good. So many children don't, even if their parents treated them well. Home-cooked meals are good. Keep it up dude.
 
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