broneck

your unflappable faith in my abilities to be successful at anything at all is flattering, though unfounded.

she's probably 13 years older than me

she lives in another country

she is in no way actually viable

she's the best girl i've met in years

annoying

No, I can definitely say it's always wrong. Unless you both agree that you're in an open relationship, going behind the back of a person that you supposedly care about and doing the most unloyal shit possible in a relationship is not right. How can someone even justify it? That's just complete selfishness. You're trying to have your cake and eat it too. You don't want to leave the person you're with, but you still want to act single and hookup with other girls because it makes you feel good about yourself.

I really hope you're in no way addressing my post.

i've been thinking a lot about this infidelity shit a while now.

there's this cuntwipe i know that once referred to himself as a "serial monogamist", meaning that he never cheated on his girlfriends, but he knew that once he was tired of them it was over and generally broke up with them unceremoniously and without much thought given to their feelings. he just packed up his shit and left.

i've been through rough patches in relationships before, and been unfaithful. these weren't moments i was proud of, but generally ones that came with a two day hangover and a year or so of crushing guilt. sometimes this feeling can snap you out of whatever apathy you feel towards your relationship, and it has - in my experience - spurred on positive change. i re-evaluated things, drew new conclusions, and generally took steps to make myself better as a boyfriend and try and be more understanding of my sig. other. this isn't to say that I think cheating is good, just that circumstances and mental state somtimes lead people who really do love their partner to do really shitty regrettable things.

this in contrast to the "just break up with her" attitude that seems to be what's the generally acceptbed behaviour of "men", and this somehow strikes me as even more selfish and childish. rather than address that relationships aren't perfect, and put effort into something that was once meaningful, you're supposed to just bail on someone who loves you, like they were some means to an end that's no longer doing the job you need it to?

Maybe i'm rationalizing some of my past mistakes, but i think that ultimately if you care so little for someone that you can throw them aside like a piece of trash, you may ultimately be a worse person than someone who makes a mistake.

this being said, astrowolf: if you've been sitting around actively thinking about cheating for a while, it's definitely time to start having some real conversations with your girl about why you're not happy and what you guys can do to be better together. this you owe to her/yourself.

i would devestate a burger on the 31st

whatup December 30-January 2.

my life is falling apart, and i'm not sure what to do to fix it

/livejournal

i'd start by making sure you don't have a dick in your nose

did someone say....weeaboo?!

Fuck you, I'm vain and I want everyone to know it.

yo but can i bang your childish midget ex?

719-26-OATES

call it

yo you listen to ASAP rocky?! LOL that shit is so 2011

oh my god you are just the worst

am i the only one that thinks mellow's jacket ruins the overall fit? he's got a really good silhouette and color palette, but something about that hood and neck closure just makes it clash with the dressiness of the fit.

not to say it's a terrible look, just think a more streamlined jacket would be ideal.

yo i hate to say it, but I feel you totally.

I guess some of the more fucked up shit I've ever said to anyone was to this chick named Patricia in like, 6th grade or something.

Patricia was fat. She had what you'd call a "pig nose", and "bad skin", and "a terrible haircut". She also did this really annoying pose in photos where she would put her hands between her legs and smile real huge and push her shoulders forward so she looked like she was just brimming with joy. It was clearly irritating, as I'm pretty far from grade 6 and I still remember that shit.

So Pig Nose (aka Patty Mayonnaise, aka Fatty) clearly had it pretty rough at her old elementary school. She transferred to my school in the aforementioned grade 6., and as soon as she sat down beside me she launched into just how hard she'd had it. About how everyone had made fun of her, about how she had no friends, etc. etc. I felt bad for Pig Nose, so I immediately befriended her. It was quite clear she was developing a little grade school crush on me, but I still wanted to make her feel better about her new surroundings. I introduced her to my friends, hung out with her at recess, shared snacks. Standard grade school niceties.

As our relationship progressed, she really started to take for granted how nice I was to her. She'd complain about something, and when I'd try and comfort or console her about it, she'd berate me for being insincere. If I remained silent, she'd complain that I wasn't making her feel better. If I told her that maybe there was something she could do to change the things that were affecting her negatively (I probably didn't use these words in grade 6), she would chide me for being cruel.

I was reaching my breaking point.

Then one day, he came in and sat down at her desk beside me with her trademark "humph!", and big, mopey, "woe is me" frown. I didn't prompt her for an explanation, but she launched into it anyway.

"I just walked by Rizzo and he was whispering to Mike and looking at me. I think they were talking about how fat I am," she said.

Did I sit silently? No. Did I politely suggest that they were talking about something else? No. Did I say, "maybe that's because you're fucking fat."

she looked at me like she wasn't sure what i'd said at first, but then it hit her and she started to well up. "wh....what?"

"you're fat. you're fucking fat patty, deal with it or shut up. if you're sick of people making fun of you about it do something about it. and even if you don't do something about that, stop fucking complaining all the fucking time. you never, ever stop whining and everyone fucking hates you because of it. *i* fucking hate you because of it. shut the fuck up and hit a gym!!!!!"

as you can imagine patty's response was not one of appreciation for my honesty. She immediately burst into tears and ran out of the classroom, and she didn't come back for the rest of the day.

our relationship was never the same.

like crabs or an actual crickets and centipedes fetish?

silverfish only

i imagine that when he says he was "buggy", he means he was talking about putting actual bugs in her vagina. during sex.

hope that shit ain't true

they say that if your drinking starts to effect your work you're an alcoholic. is it a reasonable defense that i just enjoy partying way more than i enjoy my job?

is that prestige?

see, i don't even know the people repping me and i feel great

and i don't know the people negging funkdoobi but he looks dumb

it's great!

i feel like this new rep system is more honest. doesn't matter who reps you, noobs or vintage users, you post something wack or unfunny and you get called on it.

+1

well, i can. can't speak for everyone.

edit - 3 AM solo trip to Artichoke is a story for another day.

im still a bit drunk from last night and my comrade is still ko'd i am super bored and in a city that i don't live in

what do

I don't know you, but you a fuckin' noob if this is a legit problem for you. being drunk in a city that isn't yours with no one to be accountable to is dope.

last time i was in NYC, i passed out on scott m's couch in brooklyn. When I woke up in the morning he was gone and I only had like 25 bucks left on me and no idea how to get back to my wallet (and all my cash) at Homi's. So I just spent the day walking around brooklyn, browsing vintage shops, book stores, checking our record stores, drinking coffee and chatting with locals. After I'd bought a coffee and a magazine I only had like 15 bucks left, so I stopped some kid on the street and asked him where the cheapest place to get a drink was. He pointed me to some place called the Levee and they had a deal where 6 bucks got you a hot dog, a shot of evan williams, and a tall boy of carling. I could only afford two of these deals so I chatted up a flamboyant gay man who bought me hot dogs and booze for the next few hours until Scott picked me up and we headed back to Manhattan.

It was a fucking awesome day, and half the reason it turned out the way it did is cuz there was no plans and it was just me. If I was with someone who knew the city we'd be doing something specific instead of just waiting for random shit to come up.

take a walk motherfucker

man shut the fuck up

hahahah thanks for all the neg rep guys. I'm best man at two of these weddings. Not exactly like I can not go!

i'm sure someone (Samsikle perhaps?) can take over the planning...

Get a new paypal account to hold just these funds. Book with the sites I've been using. Same rules. Just won't be there