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LETS PARTY

GRAPE HOTLINE

HOLD THE FORT I'LL BE BACK

PARTY MOVED TO A PRIVATE ROOM

All I got was lemon party :(

more like sausage party

I'm drunk and its blowin a fucken gale outside. Getatme.

****** and I here at the moment

as is a guest that will never make a post

any one to wanting chats?

I can see the weekend from here...a day earlier than usual, and half of this office is out of the office.

Since there's never anyone on this tinychat thing I think this thread should be used as random chat. shit you want to say or talk about but don't want to start threads about necessarily

just when i thought my boss couldn't top himself he called me into a meeting and said i'm in "hot water" for a department's lack of production... one that i haven't been in for over a year. then he pulled up a production report from like 2011 showing me my "lack of progress"

i think its time for a new job

he's lighting a fire under you, this is when champions are born

That sounds like the bullshit you pull out of your ass before he gets the blame from his boss. the search and invention of black sheep.

Or will your company face some down-sizing soon and he's preparing narratives he can use when they'll start erasing "unproductive" jobs?

he's the owner and they're understaffed as it is so i don't think anybody's going to the chopping block.

he's just utterly insane.. like, gee, putting me in a different department just MAY impact my production in another department i have virtually no affiliation with. then he asks me why i'm getting paid so much and i'm like you promoted me and gave me a huge ass raise like two weeks ago. this didn't seem to make much sense to him

this is why i drink

I almost died this morning. choking on a fucking toast. It's weird how in seconds you can go from fine to omg I'm gonna die. Then again, that is life. Nearly a minute I couldn't get any air in. I panicked of course. And in panic I couldn't even remember what I was supposed to do. I hit my chest instead of my diaphragm. I pictured myself lying there on the bathroom floor (where I ran to get water) in nothing but a tshirt, in an apartment that's been in dire need of some cleaning for a month, dead with my cats around me. Probably would have been the perfect punchline to the joke that my life has been so far.

Eventually trying to swallow water and beating my chest got it out. I think my heart was doing 140 then. I wish I could say this gives me a different outlook on life but it doesn't. Just reminds me how close we are to death everyday. At least i guess this shows I REALLY want to live which is a positive.

It's not even the first time. some time in like 2002 a whole almond got stuck in my throat, unchewed, but I was at my mom's so I ran into her room and she promptly hemlich maneuvered me, arguably saving my life.


I DO eat too fast.....I've heard it all my life. "It's not a race". yes...yes it is.

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It does sound like complete bs though. This is why I can't have a job. As soon as shit like this would start to happen I'd panic and quit. Regardless of whether I could afford to or not.

did he ever say he needed something "done yesterday"? sound like that kind of cliché boss.

fight or flight, faggot! FIGHT OR FLIGHT

i've had several jobs in a lot of different fields and this guy is in no way typical. but everytime this thing happens he's like omg i was so wrong here's more money so i can't help but not quit. though i think this is my breaking point

my esophogus was blocked by something a few weeks ago and i live alone so i had my "this is it" moment.. thought great they can exhume me on my bed next to my newest issue of barely legal mom would be so proud

i decided i'm going to start saying YEEZUS WEST instead of jesus christ

i've only had that "this is it" moment once when i was in a dream and probably was IRL having problems breathing from asthma. it is weird how in the moment you accept it. i did, anyway.

i've had lots of oh shit time slowing down moments, but they are anxiety filled. this was almost calm.

i'm confronted every day at work with the reality of mortality

because life is shit and I already know that

and basically i can help a little bring some light into these peoples lives

and ultimately, most of these calls are not all that big a deal. there's a few (1.5 a month so far) that are disturbing/emotional/real dark but i'm not scared of this stuff, it's not that shocking to me. life sucks and then you get cancer for no reason after hurricane sandy destroyed your home

also i tend to suffer fools more gladly when i know they have cancer or loved ones with it, people being stupid and/or unreasonable in this situation get a lot more patience from me rather than some asshole yelling at me because he wants special treatment because he's a goddamn paying customer or, worse still, the pieces of shit that won't stop calling to "follow up" on shit that you haven't done yet, because they are fucking annoying as all hell *achem* anyway, that job is over.

here's two things i already know, which help me cope with this job

1) stuff doesn't happen for a reason
2) sometimes/often everything doesn't work out in the end

the worst part of this job so far is having just buckets of extra time between calls where i have nothing to do but dick around

you guys yesterday i tried getting on netphoria a lot of times and it wasn't working and i thought it might be gone forever now i'm so happy you still exist

i posted about it on facebook, it got shut down by DHS, they'er looking into the omega concern's posts

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell
It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked
Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

^ why i always believed big > tupac

tupac was proud of his phony thug lifestyle because he made most of it up

big lived it, and suffered for it

sig test (remember when people would make full threads for this shit lol)

i need somewhere to keep that gif close at hand so i can use it to troll miami heat message boards

same. never got into tupac as a rapper. i did like him as an actor though. that tim roth movie was really damn good.

but yeah biggie had his pulse on something even though i think he actually has said (or his mother has said) that most of it was made up and he had a pretty decent home or life.. im not sure.. i never really delved too deep into the truth of it. but shit... suicidal thoughts is a perfect rhyme. and gimme the loot. those are the two i like the most.

Thug Life

yeah i remember this too, and i don't doubt it was embellished but even her story isn't exactly straight. i think she wants people to remember her son as a good boy, because from the interviews I saw with her she always seemed to believe that he was one even though he got into some shit

suicidal thoughts is a bit too real of a confession to be a total story, you know?

Even ghostface wouldn't be able to put together something like that for one of his fictional, pulpy kingpins

totally. i think his mom is in denial the same way tupacs mom was all weird after his death too. that awful nick broomfield cunt documentary on biggie and tupac was pretty interesting. but i hate that guy.

yeah, you actually have to be there to say that kind of shit and oyu can feel he means it. i don't like the puff daddy interludes on the phone talking back to him (puff daddy is a twat) but that whole song is kind of a perfect suicide note. these lines resonate every time i wake up:
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/28123631

"Moron dies doing something moronic. Friend tries to have people pay for his funerals"

"We will also have a scrap book for anyone to write a note in or leave a picture so that Aimee has something to look at when she's older and knows what a loved guy her dad was." I imagine when she's older she'll make up a story for how he died. He died taking part in a friendly game of punch doesn't sound so good.

iim not saying i'm glad he died but i'm glad he died

DOWN HERE IN REAL AMERICA WE CALL THAT SHIT SLUG BUG AND IF YOU'RE A PUSSY I GUESS YOU MIGHT DIE, MAYBE.