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i was about 5 miles from home and realised id left some tesco meatballs in the oven, i cut the burnt bits off and still ate it |
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how much panic are we talking about, here |
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sort of proper panic, more than i cant find my keys |
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a week or two ago, i knocked over a glass of water, and i think also a mug of tea, and a 10tb drive was in the blast radius, spent hours copying 25 crusty old hard drives to that and it's only like three months old and dfjgjdkfgjk FUFUFUFUFU obviously got it dry as quick as possible, but resisted the urge to power it up. let it dry out more thoroughly, at least overnight. so i have no idea if it's fucked or not and i leave it on a bookshelf to dry and i'm just pacing and twitching and occasionally going dkfjghkJGFHKD FUCK please don't be toasted did you have a car to cover those five miles? |
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Yesterday I thought I had loads of blood in my shit but I’d forgotten I ate two beetroot. |
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phew! |
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fuck sake that really is a nightmare! no i had to walk back at a very brisk pace, it was my sunday walk with my brother, i didnt actually panic that much, truth be told, the more serious things are the less tendency i have to panic, i think i have alot of resolve, i wasnt always that way but life changes you |
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i don't really have a lot of cause to panic nowadays, life is pretty sedate / predictable. i used to get anxiety attacks when i was in my teens quite a bit, and went through a period of getting the shits every time a girl i was after texted us. cool i know. though it was nowhere near as badly as later on when i was living in that homeless hostel and munching benzos like fuckin pacman. don't fuck with your gaba receptors guyz |
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i felt a low level feeling of dread in tescos when this all started just the weirdness of it all, plexi glass screens, i wasnt worried about my health i just never liked being in closed spaces with strangers, and this just made it worse |
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i know what you mean, when i say life is predictable that's aside from the slow-motion catastrophe of corona. if i was working or caring for someone and suddenly in jeopardy (financial or otherwise) i'd be shitting it. this place is insulated from it in a lot of ways |
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that's why i asked "how much panic" i don't think i've ever really had a full-blown anxiety attack. it's more a dull ache that permeates my whole life via a steady stream of random moments. i'll be in the shower and get that stabbing "i left the oven on" feeling about, like, oh, shit, i think i missed the deadline for paying my credit card. sometimes i have trouble getting out of bed in the morning, but other times one of those will hit me, and i'll fly out of bed like the house is on fire it's not too terrible, but a lot of the time i'm just telling my brain: shut up, shut up, stop it, this isn't helping so maybe it's not a dull, permeating ache so much as navi going "hey, listen!" in ocarina of time |
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had this downtime in london, i was getting out of brixton on a mission on foot and i felt like a rain of bullets was getting over me if i continued in that direction, i turned back and never got out of brixton until my holiday was over |
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same last summer in my town's central square, fixed with a sit and a chocolate ice cream guess its the lows opposite to my heights of my psycho |
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brixton towards lambeth on kennington high road |
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yeah initially I had alot of worry over mum, but she seems to be coping a bit better now, two weeks ago was absolutely awful she couldnt ge out of the chair shes lost so much weight, skin and bones, she cant walk unaided at the moment, shes recovered a bit since then but its a constant low level worry |
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ive become a bit numb to harsh situations involving myself now, perhaps im so depressed i dont even notice im depressed |
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reminded me of this Mo |
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i'm quite lucky with my mum, she had me pretty young and remarried about 10 years back. if one of them is ill the other can look after them, keep their spirits up etc. i think loneliness is so harsh on older people never mind other health biz |
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yeah thats good to hear your mum is safe. yeah my mum has me and my elder brother to look after her, undoubtedly she does get lonely from time to time |
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Two weeks ago when my puppy went into a coma. Today when a huge lump of skin fell off the top of his head. |
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jesus |
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having a chat now |
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what that's not how a puppy is supposed to work :( |
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How do puppies work? |
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Ha ha I enjoyed that episode! |
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that was nice |
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one day i just finished with breakfast (sausage and beans) and was ready to punch a brother who acted he had a bottle of acid into his hands rather than alcohol |
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looks like the hunger games in central london |
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that day was awful, it looked like half of the black community underwent sodomization as punishment for their sins they were around like zombies in resident evil, truly destroyed bumholes or serious hernia problems for the most of them have i ever told you about the floor tiles conspiracy i wind up everytime i go to london much better to go around in flip flops rather than shoes with all those concrete bubbles |
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lol thats probably the best paragraph of text ive read on here |
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this thread has officially been sectioned for its own mental health. |
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haven't seen the newest episodes. hope it good |
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Man, that's shit. I'm so sorry. :( |
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What is wrong with him, Rustie? And to all my fellow XLTrepidationists, I hope sunshine and good things come your way. Me, my left eyebrow is nearly bald from compulsive plucking due to nerves. I was able to hide it with the upper rim of my glasses for a while, but I think people are starting to notice. :/ |
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if you were socially distancing properly then that wouldn't be an issue. |
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I started typing up an explanation but the long and short of it boils down to: you're right. |
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when i was, like, i dunno, twelve, i begin to yank out my eyelashes, and then touch the liquidly follicule end to my top lip. for some reason, i found the cool wetness of it incredibly satisfying. eventually, my parents noticed, and there was arguing, fuck off, let me touch my eyelid follicules to my lip eventually, i relented, and broke the habit fairly quickly... mostly... but they're less liquidly than they were during early-year yanks, and it's not as satisfying as i'd ever hope. so i generally force myself to toss them, even still, should i pull a few out cleaning out my eyelashes. my father used to do something with his fingers to make the cartilage in his ear make a resounding POP noise, and one day, i asked him: hey, how do you do that? he said: "i'm not going to tell you, because then you won't be able to stop doing it." a year or two after my eyelash debacle, i caught him in his office, doing touching an eyelash follicle to his lip. i gave him some shit, but in that moment, i completely understood why he didn't want me to tell him how he did the thing with his ear. i still don't know, and it's probably for the best |
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after you touch the cool tip to your upper lip you gently bite down in the middle of the follicule with your toof and enjoy the texture of it |
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He found an old neuroleptic I used to take years ago. Dunno where he found it. It’s very strong stuff and he’s not even three kilos. We were playing on the bed and suddenly he started screaming really loudly. Two minutes later he was in a coma in my bed. Rushed him to the emergency cet (was a day off) and after a while they said they couldn’t say if he would make it. He stayed overnight and the vet was very sweet as she didn’t leave him at the clinic but took him home with her. She even made him a coat out of one of her husbands socks. At 3 am he came out of the come and 14 hours later we went to pick him up. I had just lost my previous dog, and he died on my bed at the same place Babu (my new dog) fell into a coma. It was nightmarish. He then started having a mild bump on his head and the other day a while lump of skin just detached from his head. Called the emergency vet (was Easter) who said not to panic and that it could wait until I saw my vet. Seeing him tomorrow. I’ve been putting some antiseptic cream on the wound and it’s healing quite well. He’s in great spirits so hopefully all will be well. Thanks for asking! |
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when a grown up umbroman almost sat on me |
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I bet you’d quite like that. |
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not when your life is on the line it’s not like you could say the safe word and get away with it |
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People pay for that kind of stuff. And I mean big people, much bigger than our man Umbro. |
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they pay to sit on people?! i don’t know about your man umbro but this particular umbroman i was messing with was no joke and i know my umbromans okay |
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They pay to be sat on by very fat people, usually ladies. It’s a business. |
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I love I how when you fancy someone on here you mode of wooing is like a little boy’s in primary school. You know, when the boy likes a girl but shows it by pulling her hair. Be more honest with your feelings, man! |
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my avatar is a drawing of an umbroman how more honest could i be |
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I keep reading this topic as When did you last picnic? When *did* you last picnic? |
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last picnic was with my first gf, when i was 16, she was the one who liked shagging outdoors. i made some cheese and chutney sandwiches and bought a packet of french fancies, we went on a rope swing someone had made and smoked some cheap hash at the top of a hill. and then did the dirty. you make yr own entertainment when yr young |
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