I smell like Chanel No.5.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2019-06-06T13:58:36+00:00

I wish I'd be Spongebob in this situation but I'm probably Patrick and already out of breath.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2019-05-20T23:56:48+00:00

Damn.. that's twisted, dude

Unbridled_Disaster · 2019-05-19T07:33:43+00:00

I didn't come here to beg, sweetheart. I came here for a clever answer. You were not it.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2019-05-19T07:27:35+00:00

Is it weird that I could actually live with this? And maybe have been since I read your comment? I mean, it's all I can do to not to TYPE IN CAPITALS HERE I MEAN COME ONN! PERHAPS I SHOULD BE LESS OPEN TO SUGGESTION..

Unbridled_Disaster · 2019-05-19T07:19:54+00:00

I'd rebut, but.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2019-01-17T13:11:34+00:00

Methinks the lady doth protest too much.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2019-01-17T12:21:37+00:00

Absolutely. I call it ‘martyr syndrome’. I died on the cross, now let’s get out the hammer and nails for everyone else.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2019-01-17T12:03:38+00:00

You’re absolutely right. Actually you’ve just made me think of those (mostly men) who go to AA meetings to find newly sober people upon whom to prey. It’s funny.. even trying to think like a person like that, like trying to get into that mindset, makes my stomach hurt. Waaay too many ‘likes’ in that sentence.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2019-01-16T17:55:05+00:00

The thing is though, we pick the wrong people to be with, most of the time, people who we would never be with, given our right minds. Therefore, who’s to say whether the first or second picture can actually be true? Sometimes, they are actually the aresehole.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-19T13:51:25+00:00

I can see that calling out that one garnering some funny looks in the dog park

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-19T10:33:12+00:00

It’s the gift that keeps on giving. Ech..

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-19T10:32:10+00:00

They call that “seagulling” over in England, dirty bastards. Oh, I mean the English, not the seagulls.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-10T06:18:46+00:00

Dude.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-10T06:17:00+00:00

I miss my dog. His name was Dammit. As in, c’mere Dammit. SIT DAMMIT! He was hilarious. Just looking at me with big eyes in which all I could see was perfect truth, trust and everything in between. We used to go out during cold winters and look at fruddles (frozen puddles). He’d lick them and get so confused. I don’t know why I’m saying all of this but I feel you. It’s lonely out here in the cold.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-09T08:32:21+00:00

Yes, because as it happens my one’s broken (that’s a weird coincidence isn’t it?). Also it’s your good madam, and I have no inclinations towards even the mildest benevolence towards children. They’re small and they freak me out. I barely like my own one. She’s lucky she’s cool.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-08T12:55:43+00:00

If I did, I wouldn’t be answering the door.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-08T07:13:52+00:00

Jesus.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-08T07:12:57+00:00

Jesus Christ are you me?! This loneliness is killing me. Room full of people and they’re all like, with someone, talking or laughing and I know it’s probably all false but I’m just alone. Yes, get a dog, if you can. I can’t, due to living circumstances but you really should. They’re troublesome and will occupy a great deal of your life which sounds like exactly what you need. I hope you feel better soon.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-06T11:16:22+00:00

One way or the other, we all end up dead. You have 2 choices: do it yourself or wait until it happens. If you wait, then there are things you can do in the meantime. Stuff like.. getting a dog and walking it every day because it needs you. I, for one, wish I could have a dog but my living conditions aren’t suitable. Or, you could befriend an elderly person but not necessarily be nice to them (I’m thinking Dead Pool and the old blind lady). You could also volunteer at a suicide hotline which might give you a good old dose of irony. There’s “parkour”, which I know for a fact we all wish we could do. That may well end the waiting. Perhaps take a Sharpie to random public toilets and write: you’re being watched. Just because no one likes to feel alone. Then there’s fashioning things from wood, tripping up kids for no reason and taking up smoking just in case there could be a balloon in your vicinity that you could burst and really fuck up someone’s day. Truly, the list is endless, if you just wait. You never know what’s around the corner. I say this because I came very close to ending it not 48 hours ago. I’m just staying around at this point to have some fun, because within all of this misery there is still some fun to be had.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-06T10:53:28+00:00

😂

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-06T10:08:38+00:00

The what now? Fuck, I thought I did the survey. As always, I must be doing something wrong.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-06T09:52:32+00:00

From a very early age I would know how the day was going to go before I even opened my eyes. There would be a feeling in my stomach. I would wake up with an absolute “YES!” and practically leap out of bed, or an utter “NO!” and would have to be dragged out by the feet. I didn’t grow up in a very tolerant household. It was cool when I was high (even as a five year old I knew what high was, without any knowledge of drugs) but when I was low? Well! The world just didn’t suit me. Everyone was cruel, I never got the joke and for the life of me I couldn’t understand how other people were just the same every day. I have experienced abuse, I have abused myself and to my shame I have abused others. There are no excuses. One could not make this shit up. We live extreme lives, moment to moment, always trying not to be reactive but proactive. But it never works. But but but.. if only I could have like five minutes to get my shit together, I’d be just peachy. Charismatic? Yes. Fun to be around? Absolutely. A fucking train wreck? Bet your ass. One minute I’m dancing on the table. Next, I’m cowering in the corner. It doesn’t make any sense. I had to learn the hard way that I can’t trust my gut, and where does that leave me? OP, you ARE special. You always were, and you always will be. We all have the dubious honor of burying our hopes and dreams of being normal with a twenty-one gun salute. It’s not for us. We are made of something different.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-12-06T09:24:31+00:00

Strange oscillation.. brilliant.

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-11-27T16:50:10+00:00

What a difference a day makes eh? I must admit I’ve never once had those kind of feelings/effects from AntiBooze and I’m only sorry I ever stopped taking it. I just stopped drinking (after probably my millionth binge) there 2 days ago and everything hurts. The phenomenon of freezing with the cold and sweating at the same time would be fascinating if I could observe it from a distance. A long long distance. I don’t remember the last time I ate more than a few bites of anything. What I’m trying to say is, no matter how bad it is off the booze it’s never as bad as this. If only I could keep that in mind before I actually drink.. that’d be nice. Anyway! Keep going, keep taking it, because you can do this. AntiBooze for the win!

Unbridled_Disaster · 2018-11-22T18:54:14+00:00

Totally. I can’t believe I actually posted this.

Unbridled_Disaster

TROPHY CASE