• @Santa Bunny Mind your own business, you stalker weirdo.

  • I have such a good life my enemies don’t believe it, hahaha. Posted on this site today, on details on it, and my enemy (I have a nemesis!) said that it was fantasy, hahaha.

    I am not sure what would make my

    • You asked this question before, so obviously you are worried about what others think about you. That’s why you have to go into so much detail. People who are telling the truth don’t have to get into the details. Trying to convince us that your life is good or great or whatever. And obviously I am hitting a nerve when discussing alcoholism and drug addiction. You come here and vent, that triggers your inner-demons to start to embellish on what you THINK is real.

      No one really cares what your life is. We are all anonymous here, hence the fake monikers. You keep changing them so you can ‘start over’. Do this – don’t worry about what we think of you, stop telling us every detail about your so-called experiences, and just try to be a nice person. Don’t worry about my life, or anyone else’s. If you really do care, I will answer any question you want me to about me.

      And keep going to AA. Someday you can really call yourself sober, like me. And get off the meds. They’ll keep you crazy.

      • @Santa Bunny Mind your own business, you stalker weirdo.

        • @five2one

          This is a public forum, kid.

          How long sober now? 2 months? Good job. I’ve got a few more on you, but keep going.
          One day at a time.
          What step are you working on?

    • My life is just fine the way it is.

      Well, it could be better if Immortal Pirate masters his playing of the bag pipes — so that the neighbors don’t suspect that he is doing something terrible to one of the cats.

    • Things are really good right now. I have a successful, beautiful son, a man I love and who loves me, a job that pays the bills and my writing is finally taking flight. I’ve had some hard losses recently that tested me but have made me more aware of what is truly important to me. I’m in a good place. As for “better”? I’m not looking for better anymore. Now suits me just fine. :smile:

  • @Santa Bunny My “fantasy” story is true, BTW, MORON.

    How do you know it is not true?

    If it is a fantasy, then why is it bad to post on?

    Why would anyone lie about such a thing.

    Obviously, your life is pitiful and sucks, that you think such things are fantasy.

  • @Santa Bunny You are a great ‘case in point’ in how people get people wrong.

    What do you know? You work at a pizza joint and are addicted to meth.

  • @Santa Bunny You are one serious screwed up person to be trolling me.

    What reason do you have to say I am drunk, let me guess, you think I just gave out classified information — you are such a pitiful person! There is no classified information there.

    Anyway, if that is classified information, then who the hell do I work for that I would…[Read more]

  • @Santa Bunny What a freakish fuck you are!

    As for information not meant to be publicized, you talking about spy information? You think you know something — you do not know jack shit. What are you a wannabe spy cop? I can say whatever I want. I do keep spy secrets, and you don’t have the slightest idea of what those secrets are.

    I am a good…[Read more]

  • Best time in my life, so far, still, probably is after I worked a job at a bland, major corporation where I got to know the firm I work with…. and then, when I shifted from that job to the next with them.

    • “Sometime around 2.10 a.m. as the Titanic began settling more quickly into the icy North Altantic, the sounds of ragtime, familiar dance tunes and popular waltzes that had floated reassuringly across her decks suddenly stopped as Bandmaster Wallace Hartley tapped his bow against his violin. Hartley and his musicians, all wearing their lifebelts now, were standing back at the base of the second funnel, on the roof of the First Class Lounge, where they had been playing for the better part of an hour. There were a few moments of silence, then the solemn strains of the hymn “Nearer My God to Thee” began drifting across the water. It was with a perhaps unintended irony that Hartley chose a hymn that pleaded for the mercy of the Almighty, as the ultimate material conceit of the Edwardian Age, the ship that “God Himself couldn’t sink,” foundered beneath his feet. As the band played, the slant of the deck grew steeper, while from within the hull came a rapidly increasing number of thuds, bangs and crashes as interior furnishings broke loose, walls and partitions collapsed–the Titanic was only moments from breaking apart.”

    • Isn’t One Republic for teen girls and immature 20 something boys??

      Oh wait, that’s you.

      Enjoy kid.

      :rolf: :rolf:

    • I have been giving this post a lot of thought and other than giving birth to my sons being a best time in life, I think the best time is when you quit working at the prison.

      You began making guitars in the garage. Then, I suggested that we make seagulls together, and that was a very fun time in my life. I loved working in the garage with you when we were building the seagulls. You built them and I painted them. You wanted each one to be different, but I stuck to the color pattern of the beloved Johnathan Livingston Seagull, —– because it was the most beloved of people who admire seagulls. These seagulls would be sold to people who love the look of a flying seagull.

      I loved splitting my time between house cleaning, cooking us meals, painting seagulls, and enjoying time with you. I was very happy in those days.

      Where we failed was in selling of the guitars and seagulls, neither of us is good at selling.

      Our “target” consumer would be people who love the look of a flying seagull, and those who remember Johnathan Livingston Seagull. Beach town folks would not want one, because seagulls are pests where they live. For those in love with the poetry of the lines of a flying seagull, there was nothing more graceful than the flight movement of the seagulls you built. I love ours that is hung on our porch and gently flaps it’s wings with the slightest breeze.

      Those were happy days. I loved working with you. I loved that you were no longer working at the prison, but you were in the garage, where it was safe —— and I had a first aid medical kit handy in case of accidents. You were energized and motivated in those days. With each new guitar and seagull, we displayed them and tested them with deep adoration for your skills as a craftsman.

    • They are so graceful in flight.

    • I don’t know why my pictures are coming out sideways.

  • @Santa Bunny Whatever. I don’t drink, you freakish fuck. You just hate me for no reason.

  • Weenis, Stinky, and ImmortalPirate, looking at you… :-)

    People get me wrong all the time. Part of the job. I recently had a Chinese spy follow me into the mental ward, thinking I met people there… which I

    • meds + alcohol = not good

      • @Santa Bunny Whatever. I don’t drink, you freakish fuck. You just hate me for no reason.

      • @Santa Bunny You are one serious screwed up person to be trolling me.

        What reason do you have to say I am drunk, let me guess, you think I just gave out classified information — you are such a pitiful person! There is no classified information there.

        Anyway, if that is classified information, then who the hell do I work for that I would secretly meet them in psych wards, huh? Your attempt at “reasoning” here falls flat.

        If I am secretly meeting spy contacts in a mental ward, then you should be scared of who the hell I work for.

        And you don’t know jack shit about us.

        • @five2one

          Are you an alcoholic? Do you use prescription medications?

          Perhaps you should stay off of social media until you can control your outbursts and fantasy stories. And honestly, we don’t want to hear your stories. This will help. Then slowly make your way back on here. If you are truly going to AA, good for you. But coming on here and saying you are now sober and don’t drink, you are only fooling yourself. I know you won’t listen to me, but clearing your head of all ‘noise’ will help you focus on your own self.

          Once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic. You are never cured.

          • @Santa Bunny You are a great ‘case in point’ in how people get people wrong.

            What do you know? You work at a pizza joint and are addicted to meth.

          • @Santa Bunny My “fantasy” story is true, BTW, MORON.

            How do you know it is not true?

            If it is a fantasy, then why is it bad to post on?

            Why would anyone lie about such a thing.

            Obviously, your life is pitiful and sucks, that you think such things are fantasy.

            • @five2one Are you an alcoholic? Do you use prescription medications?

              • @Santa Bunny Third time you asked, you lifeless troll.

                Don’t you have something better to do, then to stalk me?

                Obviously, there is something good about me, that I cause you such hate.

                You are my puppet. I am deeeeeppp inside your heat with my ESP chimichanga.

                • @five2one

                  No hate here, all love.

                  I love you because you are entertaining.

                  Please try to stay off the meds.

                  • @Santa Bunny I should be entertaining, this stuff is very much Something.

                    Greatest show on heaven and earth:

    • “I recently had a Chinese spy follow me into the mental ward, thinking I met people there… which I did do…”

      PURE GOLD!!!!!

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    • @five2one, The Great Kilted Groundhog stepped out of his den, saw you and said, “Five more months in the funny farm for five2one”…

    • I jumped out of Immortal Pirates truck when we came home and the truck was securely parked in our driveway. Upon landing, I felt a pain in my back. I sat on the frame of the truck to recover and thought, “Ouch! Well, walk it off”. The pain got worse. I thought it was a kidney infection and went to see my doctor. She prescribed antibiotics, but they did not help with the pain in my back. I went in to the imaging clinic and had an MRI and ex rays done. My doctor said that I had a fractured and crushed disk in my spine.

      Well, no wonder the antibiotics did not work. My doctor said that I was to be careful, but she would not prescribe anything for pain. My back will heal on it’s own. I am in constant pain.

      I had a second MRI done and a bone density test. I have Osteoporosis — thin and brittle bones. Today, I hope the doctor will get serious about my injury. It has been a month that I have been living with a broken back.

      When friends ask what happened to break my back, I simply tell them that one of my sons must have stepped on a crack. I don’t want to confess to having jumped down from the passenger seat of Immortal Pirate’s truck.

      Now, when I get out of the truck, I ooooze-slither out like a big fat snake. I ease to the ground.

      • @ladybarbara Really, easy to get hurt from a tall truck. My DW’s father got all banged up from falling off a truck.

        • @five2one Well, I had the visit to the doctor. She is now taking my injury seriously. She said that she had thought that I was scamming for narcotics, because she has had other patience that did that. I assured her that I was not faking an injury just for pain medication. Now, she sees that I am injured and she knows that I am in pain. She asked what I wanted to do about the pain. Well, Aleve over-the-counter pain reliever works on me, but I don’t want to take them daily. I will seek hot soaking baths, a back brace, and not sitting in a position that hurts. After I assured her that I am not interested in narcotics, she told me the truth about what she sees in my bones. I have Osteoporosis and my bones will not heal. The ribs that broke while shooting the big Remington shot gun (5 years ago) healed wrong. My bad knees will never heal on their own and my bad hip is wearing away. In hip and knee replacement, Doctors would rather operate on bones that will heal, and not brittle porous bones. —— so, my chances of knee, or hip replacement are slim to none. Then there is the matter of the tumor in my left breast. If it is cancer and spreads, the chances are that it will attack the fracture in my spine. I sat there stunned. Then faced the reality of what she said without drama. That’s the way it is and I will cross those bridges when it actually happens. Right now, I’m good. I will wear a back brace when I work in the yard, or have a bumpy ride.

  • Depends on the decision. I live a very simple life, and certainly can have problems with some decisions.

    I would say, now that I am sober, I am good at making decisions.

  • five2one commented on the post, Where is god? 3 months ago

    Easy answer: God is everywhere, and yet also in the highest heaven, behind “light too terrible for men or angels”.

    Though I am no Jesus, I am a good friend with at least one angel, and I think they would agree on that one. :-)

    God is within our hearts.

    God does fingertaps on reality around me, which respond to my thoughts. So, “God is with me”.

  • I am nearly two months sober, and going to therapy and such. I feel great. I finally hit “rock bottom”, so quitting booze and cough syrup has been easy. I go to AA everyday, right now, which vastly has been improving my life.

    I am not poor in mind, but I am definitely poor in spirit, so it does not take much for me to change my environment,…[Read more]

  • I have actually seen evidence for the after-life, so I can not answer this question.

    I saw a man transfigure into “one like a son of man”, which description perfectly fit the description of the “Angel of Jesus” in the Book of Revelation.

    I may be the only human alive who has seen such evidence.

    It is… difficult to hide such…[Read more]

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