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Re: Unlikely relic from my past

Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:02 pm
by funky shit
fuckin nightmare if you ask me :lol:

Re: Unlikely relic from my past

Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:05 pm
by v0ins315
So did anyone try the number yet?


Good read btw. 8)

Re: Unlikely relic from my past

Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:44 pm
by mikemc
beats me wrote:
funky shit wrote:i take it "tweeker" is talking about meth.
we dont have a drug problem over here.

we have a lack of drug problem over here.
Yes, meth was her drug of choice.

Among the evidence stacked against her was:

Frequently eating cake frosting straight out of the canister.

Chronically showing up 2 to 4 hours late and then trying to flip the script like I'm the asshole for getting mad about it.

Randomly showing up at midnight or later on a work night.

Sending novel length text messages but rarely answering the phone even when she just sent a text.

Talking my ear off on the cell to the point of her battery dying before I could get to the point of the phone call.

Couch surfing at friends instead of getting her own place or a room with roommates.

Her and her other tweaker friends taking 6 months to paint the outside of a house…and they painted 4-5 days a week.

Spending a lot of free time with coloring books.

Having an abnormal amount of gay male friends in their early to mid 20's and she was 34.

Sleeping for 3 days straight.

God, I miss her.
OK, then, here are your lyrics:


Yes, meth was her drug of choice.
And she had a long list of odd things not quite right:
Sleeping for 3 days straight.
Showing up at midnight, on a work night.

Or being 4 hours late and then flipping the script,
Like I'm being the jerk for getting mad about it.
She'd send text messages longer than a Tolstoy novel,
And right after, not answer the phone.

But she could talk on the cell until the battery died
Before ever really getting to the point of why
She called in the first place, and then what's more
She would couch surf at friends, or sleep on the floor--
Instead of getting her own place.

She spent a lot of free time with coloring books.
Then her and her friends, you know they took
Six months to paint a house, just the outside
Even though they painted 5 days a week.

Then some other things that were kind of funny,
She had tons of gay guy friends, in their twenties
But she was thirty four, and even stranger,
She liked to eat cake frosting straight from the container....

God, I miss her.

Re: Unlikely relic from my past

Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:49 pm
by beats me
mikemc wrote:
beats me wrote:
funky shit wrote:i take it "tweeker" is talking about meth.
we dont have a drug problem over here.

we have a lack of drug problem over here.
Yes, meth was her drug of choice.

Among the evidence stacked against her was:

Frequently eating cake frosting straight out of the canister.

Chronically showing up 2 to 4 hours late and then trying to flip the script like I'm the asshole for getting mad about it.

Randomly showing up at midnight or later on a work night.

Sending novel length text messages but rarely answering the phone even when she just sent a text.

Talking my ear off on the cell to the point of her battery dying before I could get to the point of the phone call.

Couch surfing at friends instead of getting her own place or a room with roommates.

Her and her other tweaker friends taking 6 months to paint the outside of a house…and they painted 4-5 days a week.

Spending a lot of free time with coloring books.

Having an abnormal amount of gay male friends in their early to mid 20's and she was 34.

Sleeping for 3 days straight.

God, I miss her.
OK, then, here are your lyrics:


Yes, meth was her drug of choice.
And she had a long list of odd things not quite right:
Sleeping for 3 days straight.
Showing up at midnight, on a work night.

Or being 4 hours late and then flipping the script,
Like I'm being the jerk for getting mad about it.
She'd send text messages longer than a Tolstoy novel,
And right after, not answer the phone.

But she could talk on the cell until the battery died
Before ever really getting to the point of why
She called in the first place, and then what's more
She would couch surf at friends, or sleep on the floor--
Instead of getting her own place.

She spent a lot of free time with coloring books.
Then her and her friends, you know they took
Six months to paint a house, just the outside
Even though they painted 5 days a week.

Then some other things that were kind of funny,
She had tons of gay guy friends, in their twenties
But she was thirty four, and even stranger,
She liked to eat cake frosting straight from the container....

God, I miss her.
:lol: :lol: :lol:

Re: Unlikely relic from my past

Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:56 pm
by beats me
funky shit wrote:fuckin nightmare if you ask me :lol:
Yeah, I used to fall squarely under "men who love too much".

After the tweaker I dated the stereotypical JAP (Jewish American Princess) and I thought God was rewarding me for my years of suffering through the tweaker but it was soon apparent that this was just a new kind of fucked up. I went from the guy who didn't do the right kind of drugs or enough drugs to the guy that wasn't educated enough with a low probability of a financially stable future.

Now I fall squarely under "hey fuck you, lady" and that's when I'm feeling romantic.

Re: Unlikely relic from my past

Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 6:26 pm
by Hidden Driveways
beats me wrote:
funky shit wrote:fuckin nightmare if you ask me :lol:
Yeah, I used to fall squarely under "men who love too much".

After the tweaker I dated the stereotypical JAP (Jewish American Princess) and I thought God was rewarding me for my years of suffering through the tweaker but it was soon apparent that this was just a new kind of fucked up. I went from the guy who didn't do the right kind of drugs or enough drugs to the guy that wasn't educated enough with a low probability of a financially stable future.
There's something to be said about getting it wrong before you get it right.

Re: Unlikely relic from my past

Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 6:33 pm
by noisetonepause
Sounds like someone I'd fall hopelessly in love with.