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"We're no longer called Sonic Death Monkey. We're on the verge of becoming Kathleen Turner Overdrive, but just for tonight, we are Barry Jive and his Uptown Five. "
Post by crazykittensmile on Feb 25, 2009 21:17:14 GMT -5
I wonder sometimes if anyone will cry at my funeral. Then there are times that I don't want them to, that I want them to remember my good times, for my funeral to be a celebration of my life and my accomplishments.
I wonder sometimes if anyone will cry at my funeral. Then there are times that I don't want them to, that I want them to remember my good times, for my funeral to be a celebration of my life and my accomplishments.
I imagine what my funeral would be like all the time. In fact I've already told my family that whenever I go, I want a big party with lots of music and drinking.
"We're no longer called Sonic Death Monkey. We're on the verge of becoming Kathleen Turner Overdrive, but just for tonight, we are Barry Jive and his Uptown Five. "
sometimes i talk to myself. i mean, like, have very long drawn on conversations with myself. sometimes out loud, but mostly i just play them out in my head, and it happens more in my head when I get high. i don't think it's normal and no one knows. if they found out, i think i'd be embarrassed.
"We're no longer called Sonic Death Monkey. We're on the verge of becoming Kathleen Turner Overdrive, but just for tonight, we are Barry Jive and his Uptown Five. "
I imagine what my funeral would be like all the time. In fact I've already told my family that whenever I go, I want a big party with lots of music and drinking.
Yeah, or wondering what songs you're going to play at your funeral? Now that's a topic. Sometimes I want happy songs that people can dance to, sometimes I want an Arcade Fire song.
I imagine what my funeral would be like all the time. In fact I've already told my family that whenever I go, I want a big party with lots of music and drinking.
Yeah, or wondering what songs you're going to play at your funeral? Now that's a topic. Sometimes I want happy songs that people can dance to, sometimes I want an Arcade Fire song.
Me and my friend have had this talk. He is to play Miss My Homies from the Master P greatest hits CD, and I'm to do the same at his, whichever comes first.
Post by fightforyourmind88 on Feb 25, 2009 22:08:17 GMT -5
i am really afraid of the dark. i get anxious and panicky and i really feel like someone is going to grab me. i always feel like i am being watched and there is always some "man" trying to get me.
I went to see a psychologist about my aggressive behavior, mood swings, and anxiety. I was diagnosed with cyclothymic disorder; which is basically very mild bi polar. I haven't told anyone except my parents because it's fairly embarassing to be honest.
I used to snort anything that I could get my hands on up my nose. I really got out of hand for awhile. As a result I have a warped septum and frequent nose bleeds.
I have this really b!tchy neighbor. She's about 60 and has never been married. I never see anyone come over to her apt. Her life revolves around harrassing me and shopping from QVC and HSN. She is super excentric and has all this tacky stuff outside her apt. I can't stand her and I'm scared to death that I will never find anyone, be single for the rest of my life, and end up just like her.
Post by crazykittensmile on Feb 26, 2009 2:10:56 GMT -5
I've noticed that every time my sigificant other goes to bed, and I'm not already in there, my dog leaves the bedroom and goes to wherever I am. But, if I am in bed, my dog stays right beside me... until my other half comes to bed. Then he leaves and goes into the other room. Maybe I should listen to my dog.
occasionally i will rummage through my parents medications and drawers and steal something if i feel its worth the risk. mostly its xanax and my dads pot. but he caught me stealing his pot and claims to have quit. i have not found his pot in a while so he may be telling the truth, though i think he just found a better hiding spot.
Post by xjenNjuicex on Feb 26, 2009 2:27:16 GMT -5
When I was six years old, my mom and the next door neighbor were close friends, but they had a major falling out when my mom's dad was dying. My mom reached out to her for support and the next door neighbor essentially told my mom to go fuck herself. I'm still convinced she said this because she didn't want me hanging around her son anymore.
Post by crazykittensmile on Feb 26, 2009 2:52:42 GMT -5
when i was almost too young to remember my parents fought alot. my dad threw my mom out of the house by her hair, slung her collectibles across the room and broke them (family heirlooms), etc.... im pretty sure he was on powder and an alcoholic. one day i woke up in the morning and his car had a telephone pole hole in the front and there were huge scrape marks down the driveway where he had wrecked and still drove home. another time i woke up to my sister (older) screaming because my dad had brought some slut into our house and she stayed in the guest room with my mom in their bedroom.
it is because of all of this i dont think i'll ever really respect my father. he has got his shit together now, but my mind will never let me forget what he dragged this family through. we have since had open family conversations about it, but he had had an excuse or reason for everything and still hasnt admitted that any of this could have affected us growing up.....