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News agencies are reporting they are killing the hostages at the concert hall in Paris where Eagles of Death Metal was playing. It's been reported the band got out.
News agencies are reporting they are killing the hostages at the concert hall in Paris where Eagles of Death Metal was playing. It's been reported the band got out.
Thinking about the kids at that show who just went out for a night of fun and have ended up going through something as traumatic as this must be makes me heartsick.
News agencies are reporting they are killing the hostages at the concert hall in Paris where Eagles of Death Metal was playing. It's been reported the band got out.
i got a red light camera ticket in the mail today. rude.
I'm not sure how its handled in Austin, but in Denver they are essentialy zero-point infractions that you can get away without paying unless a ticket is served in person by a LEO. Check this out before paying it.
i got a red light camera ticket in the mail today. rude.
I'm not sure how its handled in Austin, but in Denver they are essentialy zero-point infractions that you can get away without paying unless a ticket is served in person by a LEO. Check this out before paying it.
In New Orleans they're impossible to fight. They're sent out by an out of state company. You pay or you lose your license.
News agencies are reporting they are killing the hostages at the concert hall in Paris where Eagles of Death Metal was playing. It's been reported the band got out.
From what I've seen/heard on The Facebook only one member of the crew was killed. All around just horrible. In real life I've made my fair share of jokes 'bout France and French people, but my heart goes out to them right now.
Post by Fozzie Bear on Nov 15, 2015 20:43:23 GMT -5
Post a question to the Daft Punk subreddit wondering why they haven't posted anything about the Paris attacks. This dude comments saying "artists aren't political", and I reply with "not true, music is probably one of the most political forms of media." Slew of downvotes, huh?
Had a dream last night that my dad was still alive and had gotten clean. Then I woke up and realized that sometimes the worst dreams are the happy ones. Been in a funk all day because of it.
Dreams can really suck, especially ones that open up old wounds. Reliving past scars when you didn't ask for it, can't escape it, and can only avoid it by skipping sleep. Sorry that happened
Post by abrakapokus on Nov 16, 2015 9:19:09 GMT -5
Before bed I had terrible heartburn and couldn't find the tums so I searched for something in the medicine box. I found a knock off of what looked like mylanta. It said for heartburn on it so I chugged it. Well it's also a laxative. I've been up all night running to the bathroom.
Finally fell asleep and then my Dad calls and says he can't get a hold of his friend, who has been very depressed. He asked me to try to find another way to contact him, via social media. So I start looking around the internet with poor info like his first name, his dog's name, and his phone number. My parents have been friends with him for probably 17 years now. I have only met him a few times but the second time I met him he accidentally knocked on my door, instead of my parents, when I lived on their property. It was the middle of a 6 month depression where I didn't leave my house, my Mom brought me food, I had lost my job and my boyfriend, I didn't see anyone else other than my Mom, Dad, and a couple times, my brother. I remember him knocking on the door and I was laying on the couch in a daze. I thought whoever it was would go away but they didn't. I finally got up and answered the door. I probably hadn't taken a shower in days, time seemed like it wasn't real, and I seem to remember I had been crying. I recognized him from the first time I had met him, told him my parent's was the next house up. I remember him standing there, stunned, for a what seemed like a long time. He said, "Are you alright? You look sad." That was probably the first time anyone had acknowledged the sadness or said anything of the sort. When I did see my Mom or Dad, they would try to be happy around me, cheer me up. I remember replying with just, "Yeah". Yeah I'm alright, because it is what you say, but more "Yeah" I'm so very sad. I closed the door that day and saw him a few other times over the years. I never acknowledged the sadness Robby had, though. He seemed to always be that way. What I knew of him was he was always alone, he had gone to a private school and he never lived up to his parent's expectations, he rescued dogs, he had an addiction to pills and heroin which he treated with Methadone. His biggest fear was his parents finding out about his addiction. More recently, my Mom has expressed concern over Robby, saying addicted to Xanax and it was making him feel crazy, he was talking suicide.
Robby killed himself on Tuesday, not long after he had lunch with my parents. The only info I found was his Mother's facebook and his parent's friends expressing condolences. Nothing from friends. I don't think his friends even know he is gone. His parents never knew about his addiction, so they never knew about his friends he made while attempting recovery. I'm sad today to think about how we, and I, made addicts feel so alone. I'm sad Robby was sad, so much so that depression eventually killed him. I'm sad for my parents, it seems like all their friends are dying by suicide, overdose, or a disease they acquired by using.
Before bed I had terrible heartburn and couldn't find the tums so I searched for something in the medicine box. I found a knock off of what looked like mylanta. It said for heartburn on it so I chugged it. Well it's also a laxative. I've been up all night running to the bathroom.
Finally fell asleep and then my Dad calls and says he can't get a hold of his friend, who has been very depressed. He asked me to try to find another way to contact him, via social media. So I start looking around the internet with poor info like his first name, his dog's name, and his phone number. My parents have been friends with him for probably 17 years now. I have only met him a few times but the second time I met him he accidentally knocked on my door, instead of my parents, when I lived on their property. It was the middle of a 6 month depression where I didn't leave my house, my Mom brought me food, I had lost my job and my boyfriend, I didn't see anyone else other than my Mom, Dad, and a couple times, my brother. I remember him knocking on the door and I was laying on the couch in a daze. I thought whoever it was would go away but they didn't. I finally got up and answered the door. I probably hadn't taken a shower in days, time seemed like it wasn't real, and I seem to remember I had been crying. I recognized him from the first time I had met him, told him my parent's was the next house up. I remember him standing there, stunned, for a what seemed like a long time. He said, "Are you alright? You look sad." That was probably the first time anyone had acknowledged the sadness or said anything of the sort. When I did see my Mom or Dad, they would try to be happy around me, cheer me up. I remember replying with just, "Yeah". Yeah I'm alright, because it is what you say, but more "Yeah" I'm so very sad. I closed the door that day and saw him a few other times over the years. I never acknowledged the sadness Robby had, though. He seemed to always be that way. What I knew of him was he was always alone, he had gone to a private school and he never lived up to his parent's expectations, he rescued dogs, he had an addiction to pills and heroin which he treated with Methadone. His biggest fear was his parents finding out about his addiction. More recently, my Mom has expressed concern over Robby, saying addicted to Xanax and it was making him feel crazy, he was talking suicide.
Robby killed himself on Tuesday, not long after he had lunch with my parents. The only info I found was his Mother's facebook and his parent's friends expressing condolences. Nothing from friends. I don't think his friends even know he is gone. His parents never knew about his addiction, so they never knew about his friends he made while attempting recovery. I'm sad today to think about how we, and I, made addicts feel so alone. I'm sad Robby was sad, so much so that depression eventually killed him. I'm sad for my parents, it seems like all their friends are dying by suicide, overdose, or a disease they acquired by using.
Words fail me, but thank you for sharing this and giving us all a little more compassion. I wish I could give you a big hug.
Before bed I had terrible heartburn and couldn't find the tums so I searched for something in the medicine box. I found a knock off of what looked like mylanta. It said for heartburn on it so I chugged it. Well it's also a laxative. I've been up all night running to the bathroom.
Finally fell asleep and then my Dad calls and says he can't get a hold of his friend, who has been very depressed. He asked me to try to find another way to contact him, via social media. So I start looking around the internet with poor info like his first name, his dog's name, and his phone number. My parents have been friends with him for probably 17 years now. I have only met him a few times but the second time I met him he accidentally knocked on my door, instead of my parents, when I lived on their property. It was the middle of a 6 month depression where I didn't leave my house, my Mom brought me food, I had lost my job and my boyfriend, I didn't see anyone else other than my Mom, Dad, and a couple times, my brother. I remember him knocking on the door and I was laying on the couch in a daze. I thought whoever it was would go away but they didn't. I finally got up and answered the door. I probably hadn't taken a shower in days, time seemed like it wasn't real, and I seem to remember I had been crying. I recognized him from the first time I had met him, told him my parent's was the next house up. I remember him standing there, stunned, for a what seemed like a long time. He said, "Are you alright? You look sad." That was probably the first time anyone had acknowledged the sadness or said anything of the sort. When I did see my Mom or Dad, they would try to be happy around me, cheer me up. I remember replying with just, "Yeah". Yeah I'm alright, because it is what you say, but more "Yeah" I'm so very sad. I closed the door that day and saw him a few other times over the years. I never acknowledged the sadness Robby had, though. He seemed to always be that way. What I knew of him was he was always alone, he had gone to a private school and he never lived up to his parent's expectations, he rescued dogs, he had an addiction to pills and heroin which he treated with Methadone. His biggest fear was his parents finding out about his addiction. More recently, my Mom has expressed concern over Robby, saying addicted to Xanax and it was making him feel crazy, he was talking suicide.
Robby killed himself on Tuesday, not long after he had lunch with my parents. The only info I found was his Mother's facebook and his parent's friends expressing condolences. Nothing from friends. I don't think his friends even know he is gone. His parents never knew about his addiction, so they never knew about his friends he made while attempting recovery. I'm sad today to think about how we, and I, made addicts feel so alone. I'm sad Robby was sad, so much so that depression eventually killed him. I'm sad for my parents, it seems like all their friends are dying by suicide, overdose, or a disease they acquired by using.
Words fail me, but thank you for sharing this and giving us all a little more compassion. I wish I could give you a big hug.
This. Sending lots of warm thoughts and hugs your way/to your family.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Before bed I had terrible heartburn and couldn't find the tums so I searched for something in the medicine box. I found a knock off of what looked like mylanta. It said for heartburn on it so I chugged it. Well it's also a laxative. I've been up all night running to the bathroom.
Finally fell asleep and then my Dad calls and says he can't get a hold of his friend, who has been very depressed. He asked me to try to find another way to contact him, via social media. So I start looking around the internet with poor info like his first name, his dog's name, and his phone number. My parents have been friends with him for probably 17 years now. I have only met him a few times but the second time I met him he accidentally knocked on my door, instead of my parents, when I lived on their property. It was the middle of a 6 month depression where I didn't leave my house, my Mom brought me food, I had lost my job and my boyfriend, I didn't see anyone else other than my Mom, Dad, and a couple times, my brother. I remember him knocking on the door and I was laying on the couch in a daze. I thought whoever it was would go away but they didn't. I finally got up and answered the door. I probably hadn't taken a shower in days, time seemed like it wasn't real, and I seem to remember I had been crying. I recognized him from the first time I had met him, told him my parent's was the next house up. I remember him standing there, stunned, for a what seemed like a long time. He said, "Are you alright? You look sad." That was probably the first time anyone had acknowledged the sadness or said anything of the sort. When I did see my Mom or Dad, they would try to be happy around me, cheer me up. I remember replying with just, "Yeah". Yeah I'm alright, because it is what you say, but more "Yeah" I'm so very sad. I closed the door that day and saw him a few other times over the years. I never acknowledged the sadness Robby had, though. He seemed to always be that way. What I knew of him was he was always alone, he had gone to a private school and he never lived up to his parent's expectations, he rescued dogs, he had an addiction to pills and heroin which he treated with Methadone. His biggest fear was his parents finding out about his addiction. More recently, my Mom has expressed concern over Robby, saying addicted to Xanax and it was making him feel crazy, he was talking suicide.
Robby killed himself on Tuesday, not long after he had lunch with my parents. The only info I found was his Mother's facebook and his parent's friends expressing condolences. Nothing from friends. I don't think his friends even know he is gone. His parents never knew about his addiction, so they never knew about his friends he made while attempting recovery. I'm sad today to think about how we, and I, made addicts feel so alone. I'm sad Robby was sad, so much so that depression eventually killed him. I'm sad for my parents, it seems like all their friends are dying by suicide, overdose, or a disease they acquired by using.
So sorry to hear about this. Sending love to you and his loved ones.
My childhood friend for the last 20 years committed suicide this morning without ever showing the slightest sign of being depressed. He had a great job, a beautiful wife and a great family. You never know what someone is thinking. I wish I could talk to him just one more time.
So I've been trying to not allow it to affect me but I'm still sad and super depressed about my stepfather. I'm borderline manic was diagnosed as a teenager and have gotten really good at hiding it but I'm secretly feel like I'm dying inside. Compounded with fucked up dreams about my ex and it's has become hard to breath. I keep trying to remember positives like I found Jeremy and that I chose to leave my ex because of how unhappy I was and our goals had changed; and I got to talk to my dad before he passed and he told me he loved me and was proud of me. But it's so hard. I'm so sad and I don't know what to do. I've come so far in my life, done so much to live and build a happy life and learned how to deal with the lows but this is the worst. I allowed Kyle not to go because he has a hard time dealing due to his fathers death when he was four and I didn't think i could handle him and me at the same time. I'm not looking for sympathy, but I just needed to put this out somewhere. I really hate this feeling.
So I've been trying to not allow it to affect me but I'm still sad and super depressed about my stepfather. I'm borderline manic was diagnosed as a teenager and have gotten really good at hiding it but I'm secretly feel like I'm dying inside. Compounded with fucked up dreams about my ex and it's has become hard to breath. I keep trying to remember positives like I found Jeremy and that I chose to leave my ex because of how unhappy I was and our goals had changed; and I got to talk to my dad before he passed and he told me he loved me and was proud of me. But it's so hard. I'm so sad and I don't know what to do. I've come so far in my life, done so much to live and build a happy life and learned how to deal with the lows but this is the worst. I allowed Kyle not to go because he has a hard time dealing due to his fathers death when he was four and I didn't think i could handle him and me at the same time. I'm not looking for sympathy, but I just needed to put this out somewhere. I really hate this feeling.
I can't even imagine. I hope you're back to feeling your happy self soon.
Post by itrainmonkeys on Nov 17, 2015 19:51:01 GMT -5
Sorry to everyone dealing with lost ones right now. I struggle with simple day to day junk and can't even begin to try and understand how to feel what others are going through right now. To all in this thread dealing with tough times I'm sorry and hope that your future days can be made easier and easier as they go. The one thing I can promise is that we will listen if you need to vent. Whether on the board or in private there are many here who will be there for you if needed. Please reach out.
The newest Geico commercial features the gecko being voiced by someone who obviously isn't the original guy who did the voice. Like we aren't supposed to be able to tell the difference?!
Sorry to everyone dealing with lost ones right now. I struggle with simple day to day junk and can't even begin to try and understand how to feel what others are going through right now. To all in this thread dealing with tough times I'm sorry and hope that your future days can be made easier and easier as they go. The one thing I can promise is that we will listen if you need to vent. Whether on the board or in private there are many here who will be there for you if needed. Please reach out.
just all of this. sometimes it's hard to find the words to respond to everyone in here without feeling like i'm repeating the same things over and over, but i really hope that the darkness passes for all of you. and when it feels like it will never end, we're all here for you.
So I've been trying to not allow it to affect me but I'm still sad and super depressed about my stepfather. I'm borderline manic was diagnosed as a teenager and have gotten really good at hiding it but I'm secretly feel like I'm dying inside. Compounded with fucked up dreams about my ex and it's has become hard to breath. I keep trying to remember positives like I found Jeremy and that I chose to leave my ex because of how unhappy I was and our goals had changed; and I got to talk to my dad before he passed and he told me he loved me and was proud of me. But it's so hard. I'm so sad and I don't know what to do. I've come so far in my life, done so much to live and build a happy life and learned how to deal with the lows but this is the worst. I allowed Kyle not to go because he has a hard time dealing due to his fathers death when he was four and I didn't think i could handle him and me at the same time. I'm not looking for sympathy, but I just needed to put this out somewhere. I really hate this feeling.
Thinking of you and I hope that feeling inside calms and goes away.
Spicoli It is so hard when someone kills themselves to look back and see signs and even harder to look back and not see any at all. It is like you can't prepare yourself, anyone could be having a hard time internally and look totally normal and happy. I'm sorry for your loss, today.
Before bed I had terrible heartburn and couldn't find the tums so I searched for something in the medicine box. I found a knock off of what looked like mylanta. It said for heartburn on it so I chugged it. Well it's also a laxative. I've been up all night running to the bathroom.
Finally fell asleep and then my Dad calls and says he can't get a hold of his friend, who has been very depressed. He asked me to try to find another way to contact him, via social media. So I start looking around the internet with poor info like his first name, his dog's name, and his phone number. My parents have been friends with him for probably 17 years now. I have only met him a few times but the second time I met him he accidentally knocked on my door, instead of my parents, when I lived on their property. It was the middle of a 6 month depression where I didn't leave my house, my Mom brought me food, I had lost my job and my boyfriend, I didn't see anyone else other than my Mom, Dad, and a couple times, my brother. I remember him knocking on the door and I was laying on the couch in a daze. I thought whoever it was would go away but they didn't. I finally got up and answered the door. I probably hadn't taken a shower in days, time seemed like it wasn't real, and I seem to remember I had been crying. I recognized him from the first time I had met him, told him my parent's was the next house up. I remember him standing there, stunned, for a what seemed like a long time. He said, "Are you alright? You look sad." That was probably the first time anyone had acknowledged the sadness or said anything of the sort. When I did see my Mom or Dad, they would try to be happy around me, cheer me up. I remember replying with just, "Yeah". Yeah I'm alright, because it is what you say, but more "Yeah" I'm so very sad. I closed the door that day and saw him a few other times over the years. I never acknowledged the sadness Robby had, though. He seemed to always be that way. What I knew of him was he was always alone, he had gone to a private school and he never lived up to his parent's expectations, he rescued dogs, he had an addiction to pills and heroin which he treated with Methadone. His biggest fear was his parents finding out about his addiction. More recently, my Mom has expressed concern over Robby, saying addicted to Xanax and it was making him feel crazy, he was talking suicide.
Robby killed himself on Tuesday, not long after he had lunch with my parents. The only info I found was his Mother's facebook and his parent's friends expressing condolences. Nothing from friends. I don't think his friends even know he is gone. His parents never knew about his addiction, so they never knew about his friends he made while attempting recovery. I'm sad today to think about how we, and I, made addicts feel so alone. I'm sad Robby was sad, so much so that depression eventually killed him. I'm sad for my parents, it seems like all their friends are dying by suicide, overdose, or a disease they acquired by using.
So sorry to hear about this. Sending love to you and his loved ones.
My childhood friend for the last 20 years committed suicide this morning without ever showing the slightest sign of being depressed. He had a great job, a beautiful wife and a great family. You never know what someone is thinking. I wish I could talk to him just one more time.
I'm so sorry for your loss. Sending good thoughts to you and his family & friends.
It's a minor irritation, but when you go out to a bar or restaurant and they got Fox News on. CNN is bad enough, but Fox too? No, just no. I get annoyed when they do that.
thanks for all of your condolences and good vibes for my friend. Just getting back from the funeral, its tough days right now (its his 25 birthday today). But all the good wishes from everyone here is what makes this board so special to me. Thank you
thanks for all of your condolences and good vibes for my friend. Just getting back from the funeral, its tough days right now (its his 25 birthday today). But all the good wishes from everyone here is what makes this board so special to me. Thank you
Sorry fer your loss. Sendin' all my best wishes and good vibes out to all these awful GRRs.
Before bed I had terrible heartburn and couldn't find the tums so I searched for something in the medicine box. I found a knock off of what looked like mylanta. It said for heartburn on it so I chugged it. Well it's also a laxative. I've been up all night running to the bathroom.
Finally fell asleep and then my Dad calls and says he can't get a hold of his friend, who has been very depressed. He asked me to try to find another way to contact him, via social media. So I start looking around the internet with poor info like his first name, his dog's name, and his phone number. My parents have been friends with him for probably 17 years now. I have only met him a few times but the second time I met him he accidentally knocked on my door, instead of my parents, when I lived on their property. It was the middle of a 6 month depression where I didn't leave my house, my Mom brought me food, I had lost my job and my boyfriend, I didn't see anyone else other than my Mom, Dad, and a couple times, my brother. I remember him knocking on the door and I was laying on the couch in a daze. I thought whoever it was would go away but they didn't. I finally got up and answered the door. I probably hadn't taken a shower in days, time seemed like it wasn't real, and I seem to remember I had been crying. I recognized him from the first time I had met him, told him my parent's was the next house up. I remember him standing there, stunned, for a what seemed like a long time. He said, "Are you alright? You look sad." That was probably the first time anyone had acknowledged the sadness or said anything of the sort. When I did see my Mom or Dad, they would try to be happy around me, cheer me up. I remember replying with just, "Yeah". Yeah I'm alright, because it is what you say, but more "Yeah" I'm so very sad. I closed the door that day and saw him a few other times over the years. I never acknowledged the sadness Robby had, though. He seemed to always be that way. What I knew of him was he was always alone, he had gone to a private school and he never lived up to his parent's expectations, he rescued dogs, he had an addiction to pills and heroin which he treated with Methadone. His biggest fear was his parents finding out about his addiction. More recently, my Mom has expressed concern over Robby, saying addicted to Xanax and it was making him feel crazy, he was talking suicide.
Robby killed himself on Tuesday, not long after he had lunch with my parents. The only info I found was his Mother's facebook and his parent's friends expressing condolences. Nothing from friends. I don't think his friends even know he is gone. His parents never knew about his addiction, so they never knew about his friends he made while attempting recovery. I'm sad today to think about how we, and I, made addicts feel so alone. I'm sad Robby was sad, so much so that depression eventually killed him. I'm sad for my parents, it seems like all their friends are dying by suicide, overdose, or a disease they acquired by using.
this is heartbreaking and one of the reasons I am considering this field. Addicts don't just feel alone, they ARE alone. Thoughts that your families friend finally has peace. XOXO
Underemployed grrrrrrr; I'm completely giving up on applying to job listings. I have submitted at least 100 job applications in the past year with carefully curated cover letters containing a little bit of research about the employer, and what I like about them, and what I have to offer them, and all that shit. I've filled out all their stupid bullshit web forms. I've disclosed my past shit wages because apparently they just file your shit straight into the trash if you don't kowtow and tell them your private financial information with no reason to believe that they're actually going to interview you anyway. Well no more, because apparently that is not how anyone gets a job.
I need to know people. The thing is, I know many people... they just don't have the funds to hire anyone. I have to know more people. Quack.
Obviously my experience with hiring students is on a very different level than the type of position you are going for and I don't know what your cover letters are like but my advice would be to let your personality shine through as much as your qualifications and experience.
Don't tell them what you think they want to hear, they've seen that. Tell them what you want them to know about you. Something that says you're a better person to be stuck in a room with for 40 hours a week than the next applicant.
Post by justinmn9319 on Nov 24, 2015 8:38:57 GMT -5
god it's just one thing after another. the gf finally got her new job and starting that and it's going great. they already are ready to give her a raise after 60 days. over the last two days her son has been coughing (2.5 yrs old). he has a fever now and she has to stay home with him today as i'm out of days off and already stayed home a day 2 weeks ago to watch him when i was out of days. she's home with him today and taking him to the Dr. she doesn't get health insurance until after 60 days either. she also applied for state help like idk around 2 months ago and still no word on that. she called them this morning but just automated machine and they're probably not open for another half hour anyways. so at this point she's going the Dr with no health insurance. she's not sure if they will give her the prescription (if he needs one), if they see that she doesn't have active health care. obviously she doesn't want to end up paying like $500 for a Dr visit, as she really doesn't have the money right now. hoping that if she gets a prescription for him that i can use my HSA money on him. i really never go to the Dr and have 8 grand just sitting in there doing nothing. feeling pretty helpless at work this morning