Roll Call Four

Bummer. It's like when I spent $3100 putting a new engine in my Civic, and less than a year later it rolled into the lake.

rolled into the lake? thats crazy.

do you think theres a plot behind your stolen cat? revenge?

Yea, my dog drove my car into the lake. I used to have some photos on here. I don't know if old photos get deleted when you run out of space? I put some back up. I really liked that car, but it was cursed!

Here's my dog and my neighbor studying the car in the lake with a fisherman coming in to have a look:



Here she is coming out of the lake:





Back on dry land - never to run again :



I hope not. I really doubt it. My sister thinks the cat ran off, because there's a new dog next door. If they took her, it's because they thought she was a stray - not to be mean. I'm hoping she accidently got shut in their garage or something, and they'll let her out today.

lets hope for the best for the cat.
i like cats.

on the car...
wow thats some serious stuff happening there.

your...dog..drove that into the lake?

Yeah. I left her in the car in my driveway - which is across the street from the lake. She knocked the car out of gear, and the emergency brake didn't hold. Fortunately I had left the door open. The neighbor witnessed the whole thing, and he said she bailed out as the car was crossing the street. Then it went down a steep hill, missing half a dozen trees, and went into the lake.

That's when I bought the Fit.

wow thats something else.

is it a manual? or was it i mean.

Yes, it was manual. I prefer manual cars. I had to hunt to get a manual this time.

The gear box was slipping and had been for a while. I didn't want to make any repairs, just limp along until it died.

My poor son's the one that backed it out of the garage and parked it in the drive. For a long time afterward he thought he'd caused it by forgetting to set the brake. But that's the first thing they checked when they dragged out of the water. The brake was set.

It was really my fault. I knew the emergency brake was failing. I knew the gear box was slipping. And I shouldn't have left the dog in the car unsupervised.

hey..., things are ok.
weekend was ****.
i slept for 36 hours straight... so weird.
felt horrible when i woke up yesterday...

glad its monday. glad T comes back tomorrow.

now i'm just listening to van morrison and wishing i had more cigarettes.....

im out of money til next month.

if i knew case management was counseling i wouldnt have gone.

im not up for this bs.

i always notice how my apathetic-ness comes off as severe depression.
haha.
wow.

i wonder what tips off people though to think im smart. i think its the info i give them.

but forreal
i dont think im up for talking about my s**t.
but my dad wont let me cancel the next time.
so f**k it
F**k
F**K

haha im so like pissed off.
i f**king wouldnt have gone if i knew id have to talk about myself in length like a counseling session.
i dont like people finding out about me man.
my past my likes disklikes MY LIFE.

http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/2446394-undefined

ew. my eyes.
i look crazy.
one eye is more open than the other.
either that or i look like i have an eye disorder.
raccoon eyes too. cause no sleep.

hey newt-

how are ya?
i wasn't around for a few days...
sleeping mostly.

sucked!

i'm back now. and i'm glad u seem ok...

well...

ok enough to post on a message board,
iguess.

whatever that means

i couldnt be more paranoid.
i feel right now that everything i believe is justified.
how?
i just know.
plus my overwhelming evidence.
but i feel paranoid as f**k.
god..and the voices..
i shouldnt have been driving today..
am asking myself what brings this on right now?

well idk
i mean i havent been sleeping.
i looked at myself in the mirror right now.
i look physically sick.
which only makes my mental state projected out.
because people see my face. my eyes look like raccoon eyes.
my skin is gaunt. its yellow tinted.
my eyeballs are cream colored.
i feel nauseous. from anxiety.
my mind is so calm yet so paranoid and hyped up to work on my case of being followed. to work on my delusions. ive made an office of all my work in my closet.
i cant do this anymore. i cant keep calling them delusions. it makes me literally physically sick to keep calling them that. BECAUSE THEYRE NOT. man. i get this sick feeling everytime that word passes by my eyes.

this isnt a motherf**king game yall

careful what you put your mind to.
you just might figure it out.
prove everyone wrong.
then get killed for it.

hey newt-

i like ur work space...
want to see mine? i took this last night.... i think.. yeah im tacky.

i like it
i like it
i like it

creative genius that loves color and picturesque felines.

heres a wide shot



to me this is beauty
this is knowledge
this is encompassing - all knowing
this is work
this is life
because im SICK of being followed
im sick of these people
im sick of being treated like scum

this is serious f--king business

no no
im quite serious

my SECOND workspace?

hey, is that a CB radio
?

neat. i like ur style...

Newtus: I wasn't talking about a pattern with you. I was talking about myself. Wasn't sure if it would be useful or not. But I've also seen it in, like, people with depression & whatnot. It's over-sensitization.

Ugh. God. I am so bored.

im out of stoges this is gonna be a long night...

YES.

its a shortwave radio.
listen to this. i can listen to radio stations around the world AND listen to airplane traffic control to see if they are talking about me. i think i can hear the CB band too. i know quite a bit but not everything about radios -tech equipment - and computers - etc. i grew up around all that and vintage communication equipment. my father has worked in telecommunications for 40+ years. he taught me so much and i grew this natural love for it and natural knowledge. the black box under the shortwave radio is a portable record player.

thank you.

oooh im sorry

hey, that's cool...

really cool