Church camp 2009
I had a feeling you had a man in your life.
probably when i was 16 spending a week in the desert with my cousins riding dirtbikes shooting guns smoking weed, we killed a ton of jackrabbits and had a good ol fashioned roast around the fire talkin bout life girls and having just a grand time
Sounds like an ad for Budweiser.
nope that would be our dads drunk as could be giving us free roam to do what we wanted
hurts to think about it
Keep saying it like a joke. People will believe it.
i cant tell which is best, its all good, i really tried. Maybe the first time doing something cool, but i kind of forget the emotion over time and i am left with a glorious memory, which is on par with all the rest glorious memories. And yet they are all vague and hard to remember on the spot, they just come to me at random/times of need. My life really is a stream that builds off the past, but never looks back. Or something poetic like that, idk how to explain, it just doesnt matter.
Cheery bye!
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i cant tell which is best, its all good, i really tried. Maybe the first time doing something cool, but i kind of forget the emotion over time and i am left with a glorious memory, which is on par with all the rest glorious memories. And yet they are all vague and hard to remember on the spot, they just come to me at random/times of need. My life really is a stream that builds off the past, but never looks back. Or something poetic like that, idk how to explain, it just doesnt matter.
Can you build off of something without looking at it?
i cant tell which is best, its all good, i really tried. Maybe the first time doing something cool, but i kind of forget the emotion over time and i am left with a glorious memory, which is on par with all the rest glorious memories. And yet they are all vague and hard to remember on the spot, they just come to me at random/times of need. My life really is a stream that builds off the past, but never looks back. Or something poetic like that, idk how to explain, it just doesnt matter.
Can you build off of something without looking at it?
Yeah probably, what do you mean exactly?
Cheery bye!
you know that I am Russian, so my most important life experience I got in the presidential election. I came to the elections for the first time, showed my passport to officials, I was handed a ballot and I went to the ballot box. I noted Putin in it and when I put my ballot in the ballot box, I experienced a powerful orgasm and a surge of pride for my country. =)
perhaps my main a good life experience this is the construction of my relationship with my step-daughter Nastya. the thing is, when I met her mother and started a relationship with her, it turned out that her daughter didn't need me at all. besides, she was very jealous of her mother. for example, when I hugged her mother, she immediately ran up to us, hugged her with one hand the leg of her mother, and the second and free hand began to push me away. besides, she refused to listen to me. on all my remarks she reacted very sharply. sometimes she'd throw her toys at me and the first things she saw, like a TV remote or mugs or spoons or forks. at what, she tried to aim at my face. sometimes, when I stood in front of her, she'd hit me with her little fist in my balls. sometimes I'd sit in the kitchen at the table, drinking tea and watching TV, she'd sit on my side and beat me with her little hand on my face, hot tea would spill on my clothes, I'd be furious, and she'd laugh like crazy. I was totally unprepared for this. I didn't know what to do. but my patience helped me to solve this problem. I noticed she cries a lot. mostly because of her mother's screams at her. I must say her mother is very explosive. so that she often yelled at her daughter when she refused to collect her toys or disobeyed her mother. especially her mother began to yell when her daughter refused to get out of bed and start dressing and going to kindergarten. sometimes she'd start crying because she'd hit something hard. sometimes she just stumbled and fell. and I realized, at times like this, I just have to hold her and hold her tight and tell her words of comfort. for a while she continued to behave abominably towards me, but soon my embrace did its work. most of the time, I would come to her myself to hug her, but then there was a moment when I was sitting at the kitchen table and holding my hands out to her, saying, "come here, my little good girl," and she would run to me to hug me. and one day I came to get her in kindergarten and she was running to me with a smile to hug my leg. now we're just hugging because we're in a good mood.
if my fucking schizophrenia continues to progress, the next important life experience I will have will be a free fall from my balcony on the sixth floor. it will be unforgettable seconds of free fall. =)
Dima79
had the most amazing times on methoxetamine. would snort a big ass line and go walk around town feeling like i was controlling my body in some kind of video game. i was walking around town fucked with these big aviators on to hide my pupils. people claim they know what relaxation is, but they have no idea
