Confession is good for the Hype. - - - Part 12

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I confess that I absolutely hate the fact that Eisenberg is going to be Lex Luthor. I was totally fine with Affleck as Batman, Douglass and Pym, Foxx as Electro and other casting decisions that pissed a lot of people off, but this is just terrible.

I hate that we have to wait until 2016. I'm shocked they went with Jesse Eisenberg but I can kind of see where there going with this.
 
I just realized that I joined the Hype exactly 6 years ago today.

Boy, time sure does fly. I didn't realize how many people that I used to talk to a lot here have disappeared in recent years.
 
Happy anniversary :up:


So early today I went to replace a tire but the rim was bent so they put the spare on and recommended i find a used rim from a junkyard. Most places were closed or said they woud have to order. Eventually I failed to order or find a rim so now I have a donut , my old rim is at sears still, and things don't look good til Monday. The situation is my friend wants me to hang out. The drive is only twenty minutes to his house but I'd have to drive back tommorow. I don't want to push it on a spare , especially when I don't know how things will go down Monday. I still have to work in the afternoon Monday and there's also chance of a snowstorm. I can't make up my mind on what to do here.
 
It pains me to write this.

Last night I went drinking with my cousin, and got so hammered that he ordered me to crash at his house so I wouldn't have to drive home. I did so, but I'd never been to his house before. He and his wife have a nice house. I mean, a NICE house. They're VERY well off.

So, he lets me stay in their guest room, I pass out on their guest bed. Simple enough, right? Except 4AM rolls around and I REALLY have to pee. Like, insane, drunk-man pee. I get out of the bed, and I suddenly realize that I have NO IDEA where I am because I've never been in their house before.

It's pitch black in this bedroom. I run my drunken hands and fingers along the walls trying to find a light switch. I can't find it. I can't find a door. I'm so drunk and dizzy in total darkness, I have no concept of where a door knob is.

It reaches the point where I give up. I find a corner in the bedroom and just start peeing on the carpet. As I'm doing it, I completely hate myself, internally screaming, "HOW AM I GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS." And it's a LOT of pee. I mean, I'm peeing for a solid minute. It's a drunk man's release.

Panicking, not being to see anything, I just start stomping on the spot with my socks on, letting my socks soak up as much as possible. It's not helping. AT ALL. So I take my socks off and go back to sleep.

Around 6:30AM rolls around, and the tiniest bit of light comes through the windows. I can now see inside this bedroom. I find the door. I find the lightswitch. I turn it on. I look at the spot and it's MASSIVE. Like, I'm NEVER going to get away with it.

I open the door and search for a bathroom, tip-toeing in bare feet. I find the bathroom, grab as many paper towels, tissues, toilet paper as I can, and sneak it back to the room. I soak all of it on the carpet, stomp on it, scrub the carpet, and I take my time hiding the wads at the bottom of the trash can in the bathroom / flush the rest.

It looks good enough. It doesn't really look like anything happened. My cousin wakes up, he drives me to my car, and that's it. I got away with it.
 
Holy **** Rocketman. That's horrible.

I confess that I haven't entirely come around to it, but I feel better about the Eisenberg thing a little bit better now. However, it's still not something I support. I can just see it kinda working, maybe a little bit. Should of gone with someone else though.
 
Rocketman, you are some sort of monster. You better hope it doesn't smell. :(
 
I confess that the tricky thing about depression is that it's always there. All it needs is a trigger in order for it to manifest. Bottling up emotions is futile because one way or another, it's coming out whether it's voluntary or involuntary. And even know it's common sense to be around family or friends in order for the depression to not take over, all you want to do is to be alone. One is the loneliest number, baby.
 
I confess that I've been drinking Whiskey and writing a varsity project. Simultaneously.
 
I confess that I find Rocketman's story to be completely hilarious
 
I can't wait for someone to go in there and ask why the room smells like pee.
 
I guess the R. in R. Kelly stands for Rocketman. Drip drip drip.
 
I confess that I don't know how to feel after getting a friend request on Facebook from my 9 year-old niece, especially since her profile pic is of her with a bunch of make up on. :doh:
Fell the warmth love and joy of her friend request, and indifferent about her use of makeup
And happy Hype! anniversary :D

Some of the more heated arguments around here have forced me to put a few people on my ignore list (despite not being directed at me). Not something I like to do but their posts follow the same pattern of inflammatory and off-putting remarks.

Enough so that I either block their posts or I give up posting entirely.
That is understandable. I confess being in such situations
And I admit sitting on other people's nerves in said situations or others

Mutual frustrations are hard, gotta admire these words of wisdom
"A dispute should last no longer than three days, the better person is the one starting peace"
 
i confess i've been in a showtunes mood all day
 
Mickey Rourke

I was at a recent televised event in Upper Darby, and Mr. Rourke was there. He was signing photos, but later mingled with the crowd and partook in the copious servings of Slavonian hors d'oeuvres that graced the grand banquet hall. The city aldermen appeared and the town mayor gave a very inspirational speech about the importance of public duty and social order. The crowd (and mickey) warmly applauded. Even though he doesn't live here, I could see Mr. Rourke's pride in our small beach community.
I went up to speak to him later and he said how much he wanted to move here, even though he did not engage in some of the festivities, such as the Torschlusspanik (when the young men brawl in their glistening, oily bodies under the moonlight). I was a little put off because he smelled a bit like Ben Gay, but I understand not all people have my strength of character.
 
I'm depressed. I'm pretty sure I have been off and on for a long time.
 
I confess that I cant help but dance when I hear an ABBA or BeeGees song

I confess that the tricky thing about depression is that it's always there. All it needs is a trigger in order for it to manifest. Bottling up emotions is futile because one way or another, it's coming out whether it's voluntary or involuntary. And even know it's common sense to be around family or friends in order for the depression to not take over, all you want to do is to be alone. One is the loneliest number, baby.

Quite insightful :up:

I'm depressed. I'm pretty sure I have been off and on for a long time.

Sorry to hear that Schlosser
 
Mickey Rourke

I was at a recent televised event in Upper Darby, and Mr. Rourke was there. He was signing photos, but later mingled with the crowd and partook in the copious servings of Slavonian hors d'oeuvres that graced the grand banquet hall. The city aldermen appeared and the town mayor gave a very inspirational speech about the importance of public duty and social order. The crowd (and mickey) warmly applauded. Even though he doesn't live here, I could see Mr. Rourke's pride in our small beach community.
I went up to speak to him later and he said how much he wanted to move here, even though he did not engage in some of the festivities, such as the Torschlusspanik (when the young men brawl in their glistening, oily bodies under the moonlight). I was a little put off because he smelled a bit like Ben Gay, but I understand not all people have my strength of character.
I confess that I find these posts completely hilarious.
 
I confess, I love staring at spaghetti in a fork for 15 seconds before putting it in my mouth
 
I confess, I love staring at spaghetti in a fork for 15 seconds before putting it in my mouth

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:lmao:
I see it again, and laugh at Kane's reaction again
 
I confess that I'm a little disappointed that a friend of mine isn't breaking things off with her fiance. It sounds cruel but I think it would be for the best. There's too much doubt there, and I think she's going to change her mind again when it's later than she should. I think it's better to break his heart now than to do it while taking half of his **** and potential kids.
 
I confess that the tricky thing about depression is that it's always there. All it needs is a trigger in order for it to manifest. Bottling up emotions is futile because one way or another, it's coming out whether it's voluntary or involuntary. And even know it's common sense to be around family or friends in order for the depression to not take over, all you want to do is to be alone. One is the loneliest number, baby.

I'm there with you friend
 
Okay, so this might make me a bad human being, but...

My mother has no one she feels she can talk to except me. She doesn't have any more friends because of circumstances I won't get into, and she resents her cousins (the ones she grew up with and were like siblings to her) because she has to call them to talk and they never call her.

She unloads every thought and worry on her mind on me. She doesn't want advice or comfort or anything. She just needs someone who'll listen, so I sit there, make active listening noises, and let her talk.


I can't take it. She regularly tells me the same things over and over again. She does it every day. She sometimes does it several times a day. She did it to me twice while I wrote this post, which made for some awkward tab switching. These talks go on for 5, 15, 30 minutes at a time. I feel like standing up and leaving the room whenever she does this, but I don't wanna hurt her feelings. But it's driving me up the wall, and I think my string of angry outbursts at my job might be because of this.

I'm on vacation from work this week, and it's only given her more opportunities to come and talk to me.

So I'm thinking about hopping in my car tomorrow, driving to godknowswhere, and just disappearing for a couple of days. I have no idea where I'm going, but I can't stay here and listen to her ramble on about her concerns all day. I feel guilty about this because I know she has nobody else to talk to, and I feel like I'm a selfish enough person as it is, but I kinda have to do it.
 
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