I’m just gonna go curl up in a ball under a blanket in the corner of my bed. If anyone cares to join me, you better bring some chocolate milk and a fucking donut and be prepared to cuddle for a few hundred years because I’ve sprung another leak in my left eye. I’m sick of the appointments. I’m sick of the pain. I’m sick of going through this alone and I Want nothing more than to swallow a fucking bullet… Every conversation with my worthless father is like pouring salt on an open wound. I know I’m not good enough, but can’t we pretend for just a second that I might be some day? Why have you always been so concerned with what you can get from me? It’s all about money and your own gain, isn’t it? My heart is acting up tonight, my head hurts, and my joints are aching. Fuuuuuuck. Will someone be here to make me breakfast in bed or nah? I promise I’ll be nice. ._.
as for this new rivalry between ceph and I… Ceph, you’re going down. Salt is my personal motivator. Get in line, buddy. I’m not exactly rockin the school girl look, but I’d make a pretty cute raccoon.
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I’m concerned about getting the donut crumbs on your sheets-won’t be too comfortable after. 😛
I had a seething hatred for my dad. He’s an irrational scumbag of a man who never liked me from the start. I’m not saying he was completely evil, he had a good side also-but he’s not someone you’d want to live with. Once I was living on my own, our relationship was much better and he gave good advice. I still don’t like him that much and feel both my parent should’ve been sterilized and not allowed to pass on their genes but that just talking in hypotheticals.
Take some advil/tylenol for the pain-it’ll really help, trust me. I used to be averse to taking pills but now I don’t hesitate. I’d make you breakfast but you live too far from me. 🙁
Oh and you look very pretty. 🙂
And thanks. 🙂
you’re welcome. 😉
Haha I moved out a year ago. He’s still a leach.
I tried, but nothing’s helping. I should probably just go to sleep or something. :/
That’s okay. Lol I’ll con someone into making me breakfast
It’s good you’re on your own now-at least you’re not living under his roof, otherwise you’d be even more upset than you are currently.
Aww sorry to hear about the pills not working hun. Usually it takes an hour to kick in, try taking 2 pills (but not more). Your other ideas are good too-eating something and have some hot milk/tea, might help also.
Haha, well hopefully they can cook as good as me-I make a mean western omelette. 😀
Nobody knows how to cook like a walrus does, but unfortunately I have no form of transportation at the moment, so all I can do is claim to be good at preparing meals.
I’ve got experience with a shitty dad though, most of my sophomore year of highschool (also the time during my parents’ divorce) was spent fantasizing about hitting my dad upside the head with a baseball bat. I was told pretty regularly I wasn’t worth anything and that I’d never amount to anything by my dad, so far I’ve figured out the trick is to turn everything into a dark joke, ’cause you can’t cry if you’re too busy laughing, even if you have to force yourself to do so.
And you look beautiful, by the way.
I thought I was the only one who had those sick little fantasies. I laugh often, but it usually a nervous laughter or that ohmygodimfuckinglosingit laugh.
Thanks walrus. I hope things are looking up on your end.
Cute Sammi Raccoon vs. Ceph in Plaid Schoolgirl Skirt
and the winner is…
Cute Sammi Raccoon by 100000 votes!!!!! (sorry Ceph… but um …can I borrow that skirt on Saturday night?)
Sammi stop looking so damn cute. You might actually make me have a good day, dammit. And I don’t wanna. The world is gross & depressing, and cute pixie blonde chicks with mysterious smiles only exist in the land of fantasy hobbits and magic donuts. So blah.
Eyeball issues? Well think of this: you would look AWESOME in an eyepatch. Seriously. Like better than that dude in in Austin Powers. So just march into the doctor’s office and demand a effin eyepatch. And a donut.
And then we’ll all hop a bus to walrus’ place and you can borrow his baseball bat. And if I can get serious for a minute, never mind what your buttmaster father said. You are an amazing poet, an incredible artist, a genius photographer, a beautiful caring soul, and you’re gonna make me cry just thinking about how wonderful you are & how you don’t deserve any of this crap. So raise your defective shot glass and join me in a toast to better days ahead. *chokes on dribble* Dammit summabich this is the 3rd shirt ruined this week
Well, salt. That was my master plan. I had hoped that me in all of my raccoon glory would somehow make the world a better place. Haha I’ll just be here chillin with hobbits and eating my magic donut. Hm… Would an eyepatch stop those little stray tears?
Don’t cry. Lol You’re too pretty to cry. Come with me to buy better shot glasses and a new shirt instead.
Yup you got it, all those tough scurvy pirates with eyepatches? They’re really just hiding the rivers of tears rolling down their sensitive sad pirate cheeks.
And count me in, shopping for shot glasses & shirts with hobbits. I would suggest shoe shopping but hobbits take offense to that.
And lastly… what ever happened to Stories from the Past part 2? And more drawings? And more cute pics that make me smile and rip off my stupid dorky eyepatch?
It’s coming. Got a photoshoot coming up, but I’m working a lot right now. Part two isn’t easy to write, but neither was part one simply because I know the rest of the story. No more drawings. Nopnopenope. And cute pics… Well… We’ll see. Haha stop feeding my enormous ego.
Yess. Photoshoot. Awesome. And I’ll feed your ego a 12 course dinner if that’ll get more pics/poetry/writings/art/DRAWINGS outta ya. Except maybe a 12 course dinner may be out of the budget at the moment. All you can eat salad bar at Shoney’s? It’s cheaper after 1 am. I’m such a prince.
*sniffle* Green socks don’t do it for ya? *plays trump card* Cuddle and watch Star Trek TOS? “I Will be merciful…. and quickkkk!!”
Ahh well, who am I kidding, I never stood a chance. Heck, I never even sat a chance.
You both have lifted my spirits countless times. I think its time to exercise the better part of valor. I formally withdraw and put my support behind Sammi. Sammi for the win!
I hope it’s okay if I pop in. I really related to what you were saying about your dad. My father always says money is the most important thing and it only matters how much you make. It doesn’t matter if you’re doing what you love, if you don’t make money from it, it’s worthless. I don’t know why some parents rely so much on their children, it’s like some parents want to be paid back for giving life.
I’m sorry about the pain you’re experiencing. I could bring you some Starbucks style coffee if you’d like..haha.
Yes. Haha that would be greatly appreciated.
I don’t understand how parents can be like that. Just love your kids and raise them right. Is that really too much to ask?
If you were a raccoon, I’d give you a plate of stinky fish and some 3 day old pizza.
Hey Sammi,
*Grumble* (In regards to disparaging comments from parental unit) Good enough
form whom? Good enough for what? Hogwash! Poppycock! Malarkey! What a bunch of
bullshit. Family connections are strong. Parents are just flawed humans like
the rest of us (in many cases more so…). I think one of the more depressing
things about this site is seeing all the people who witnessed the mistakes
their parents made– mistakes that they never would. Hey, I’m not even talking
biological offspring (my parents adopted 5 kids). I just mean in general,
interactions with other humans. Which isn’t to say I’m speaking ill of them, if
you are like me, you love them to death. Yet… Here we are on SP… Our
experience potentially wasted. In short, I don’t know about you, but, when I go
out in the world, sometimes I pretend, hey, maybe that person sitting alone is
a poster, someone I care about. It’s really changed how I look at others.
I know mere words don’t mean anywhere near as much as someone actually being
there. In more ways then one Salt, Walrus and Ceph are there with ya at the
doctors. (and probably many many more who enjoy your posts but don’t comment, I
feel I can fairly safely comment for Salt/Walrus. I’m much too hesitant to
speak for anyone else, please forgive me guys!). You’re in our thoughts.
I’d mail you some pannacoku (finish pancake) made by yours truly. My breakfast
of choice when I’m feeling shitty. I don’t think it will hold up in the mail,
but hey, who knows!? You’ll also find a rather large balloon also enclosed, so,
should you feel the need, you can just float away.
If things with the doctors look dire… Let’s make your time here the best we
can. I’m in!
-Rambly Ceph