KILL IT WITH FIRE!!

Me too. I was also afraid of failure. That if I didn’t make it work, then I had failed. I remember when I was in the hospital and they gave me a bunch of numbers and addresses for shelters and help, and I couldn’t connect that I was being abused. (Note, I was being assessed for PTSD, not for physical violence)

I actually laughed out loud.

In WoW I use to hear “sorry Comcast” or “Sorry Rogers” (Admittedly, not from people I beat, but fellow raiders, but ya there was always the person who was shit that said that.)

most of my family saw that movie together. We still say ‘eat the fish’ when arguments get weird.

I loved lawn darts. My ex was one of the kids who injured someone with them. I absolutely shocked that he was stupid enough to throw one at a person. Though, the more we dated I learned that the stupid was strong with him.

I can’t remember what lame movie (something like Event Horizon) we watched, but my ex boyfriend needed to sleep with the lights on and be held. In his defense, I regularly have night terrors, so my idea of scary and other people is a little different.

Whoa, I actually would have read them knowing that.

Oh the Saturn bringing people together. :D

I’m an old TBC player, and the timewalking is fun because it reminds me of the good old days... when I was super addicted.... I mean... ya.

Because they didn’t pass it the other 3 times. That shit is hard. :P

I can’t be bothered to look if a million people responded.
I liked watching friends and family play games that had good stories. e.g I love RE4, but I only watched my bro play it. Same with Wing Commander 4. I wasn’t into it enough to play it, but the story was decent enough to watch it. Could I watch hours and hours…

Is it just me or are some gynos bloody brain damaged? They love shaming me because I don’t want babies ever but also don’t want to take hormonal birth control because strangely I don’t want 2 periods a month.

replace wine with fudgie-os and I understand.

And then talk about the friend that got lost in the woods and her body was never found. How as they grew old they collected paintings from the Group of Seven, but mostly Tom Thompson, because they were certain their friend’s body was hidden in the great symbol of national identity and dissolved to come part of it.

And the girls at some point need to burn feminine hygiene products in the fire.

I watched it on Halloween because for some reason there weren’t any horror movies on, ya, I would have rather watched a slasher than this because it was disturbing as hell. The worst part was going on online and reading how so many people didn’t think the end scene was rape.

The clinic doctor that wanted to give it to me refused to explain what it was for. I kept asking, she said it was for a common illness.

I had an elementary school teacher who was a dick an insisted on half staff because we weren’t on a ship. If you want to find a dick in Canada, chances are they say “half staff.”

I spent more time than I’d like to admit playing curling.