Skiles

Well, @TrigunBebop is one of them, so I assume it would be Up.

During my last relationship, we fucked most days. It was great, but generally speaking, I'm perfectly okay with cumming like twice a week. You'll know when you reach "too much." Trust and believe. After the fourth jizz of the night, your balls will be angry.

I think that's pretty accurate. Although I jerk off like twice a week, and I'm still short on energy a lot of the time.

I know it's the whole point, but that whole show is a roller coaster. Sometimes I find myself rooting against the subject. Which is shitty, I know, but that's the fucked up part of addiction, man. It turns you into a real piece of shit. It's a mindfuck that can't adequately be explained to someone who's never gone through it. If you don't understand what it's like to be an addict, it's perfectly reasonable to think, "Wow, fuck this guy. He's an asshole. I don't care if he's addicted to this substance. That's no excuse to treat people this way." And by the way, you're absolutely right. There is no excuse. We are shitty human beings when we are in the throws of our addiction. It definitely serves as a good reminder of where I've been, and more importantly, who I've been. And the idea that I could be (and have been) that guy is so horrifying that it makes me never, ever want to go back to that life. It took me a long time to regain the trust of my family. My sister has every reason in the world to never allow me to be in her son's life. But eventually, she trusted me. And now I routinely take care of my nephew. She trusts me, not just to be around him, but to guard him. She leaves him with me. She trusts me with his fucking life, dude. That means everything to me. I know this went to a weirdly personal place, but this is how I feel. This is real shit in my life. You guys have seen me go through some dark places. You've seen me play a victim. You've seen me complain about how my family has treated me, despite the fact that they were acting with common sense, of which I had none at the time. You've seen me threaten suicide. Actually, some of you have roasted me about that. I don't mind. Do what you want. But I take so much pride in who I've become. I'm not perfect. Not even close. But that's why I feel like I can give so much to my nephew. I don't ever want him to feel like he's alone if he should ever go through similar things to what I went through. I hope to "God" that he never does. I hope that aspect of his genetics never applies to him, but I don't know that it will, or that it won't. But God damn it, I want to be there for him if he does. Or even if he goes through some other weird shit that he feels like he can't talk to his parents about. I want him to look at me as someone he can trust. That's everything to me.

I started smoking when I was 24. I picked up the habit at AA meetings.

It's pretty cool that you have crackheads involved in your child's life. When the kid grows up, you can tell her, "Hey, you remember that bedroom you had? The one you have such fond memories of? The one where your childhood was shaped? A crackhead set it up." It'll be a fun little icebreaker story she can tell her John when she's older.

I mean the disease. Not the guy who posts here. But maybe also the guy who posts here.

He might've been before he got Lewy Body Dementia. It causes depression.

You know, people always say money can't buy happiness, but I've always said that's bullshit. Money absolutely buys happiness. Anyone who says otherwise is either a dirty hippie, or they have a bunch of money and they don't remember what it's like to be broke as fuck. But I voted for surprise buttseks because that's the correct answer to pretty much every question.

Bummer, man. Losing dogs is sad as fuck. I miss my baby boy Muppy every day.

Then she took an arrow to the knee?

Going to.

Cats do that a lot because they lick themselves constantly. Which is what my dog does. So eventually they just barf up globs of hair they swallowed. What majestic creatures they are.

I'll always call her Day-Z. I just like to alternate. I might even go with Days-E next time.

Well, first of all, I'm her husband, not her dad. Second, she's a girl, and we all know girls don't even know how the internet works. If we start letting girls use the internet, next thing you know, they'll be reading and writing and learning all sorts of things they have no business learning.

As often as she yells at people, it wouldn't surprise me.

No warning, no dry heaving, no nothing. She gave a little "BRLB" and then went "blehhh" and a huge glob of hair and orange bile came up. It was gross. Thank Jezzus for Resolve and OxyClean.

Neat. I dicked around on Terraria for a lot of last night. It was pretty chill.

I will never forgive you.

Chevy Cavalier.

Seven.

<3

Two Pepsi's to go. Get in losers... we are going to invade Poland.

Well, if I could pick a way to go out, I'd go out givin' Bewear a big dang hug.