Sorry dude, as soon as i read your post title all i could think of was Homer strapped into the donut feeding machine....lol.
So i got nothing else now!
But somedays i think i am already there!
Cheers nev......DONUTS arrrrrrggggghhhh.
Add moths....cockroaches..actually any bug that flies....
with only alpha males to help me escape my hell!
Geez thanks for introducing this not so pleasant image to
my already frazzled mind....apt handle you have there..lol
Your version of hell sucks! Lol....you must have been really bad!
I am sticking with the donut feeding machine thanks!
Cheers Nev......
Waking up to find the love of your life isn't asleep beside you because she left.
Oh wait...
Random
- Waking up in the morning, still with no idea about what you want in life
- Rats
- That moment of panic when you think for a second that you've lost your mobile phone with all those naughty pics/messages on it
- Falling over in public
- Falling over in public while wearing a skirt
- Falling over in public while wearing a skirt sans underwear
- Finding Nickelback on your iPod
- The feeling of dread or guilt that makes your stomach hurt and won't go away
- Not having enough kittens to torture :P (ok ok inside joke, don't go calling the RSPCA on me!)
- Trying to explain why you have bruises all over your neck and your wrists have welts around them to your boss.... "damn kittens kept struggling"
- The middle seat on a plane
Oh and Roxxy, definitely agree about the squealing toddlers! Listening to them in shopping centres is the best form of contraception there is!! ;)
Belle
After an abusive and horrible 20 year marriage (to a waste of oxygen who has been continuously collecting the Dole for nearly 30 years now) my 4 young children and I fled with a shopping bag of clothes each and our lives. We were placed in a womens refuge, the five of us in one room, not knowing where to go or what to do, all in shock like war refugees. You would think the word refuge would indicate your safety, but no, my son (11 at the time) and myself were viscously attacked by some crazy Somalian woman staying there, my injuries requiring hospital treatment and permanently scarring me. My children and I were told we had to leave the refuge and were sent to lodgings elsewhere for 2 days, after that we were on our own, my wonderful family came to the rescue and we soon found a house. living in hiding and fear for several months (still). Meanwhile the ex continued to live in our family home for 12 months, never paying the mortgage or utilities, not anything. Everything belonging to me and a lot of the childrens things he destroyed. Eventually I was forced into selling the house but managed to rent it back. Despite a VRO (which he continually breached) he stalked us, intimidated us, yelling abuse and threats. My youngest son (5) was too scared to go to the letterbox. At a mandatory councelling session at The Family Court he must have said something seriously threatening as the Court contacted the Domestic Voilence Unit who immediately protected us as much as they could, installing 24 hour survellience and a duress alarm, none of which deterred him. Even though he was a drugged fkd looney, the Court ordered the children to have contact with him. I overheard the kids talking the night before the first contact, they were making a plan how they could get away from him and get to help if they needed. It broke my heart. He wanted custody of the children because he got more money from Centrelink that way (he pays a total of $13.65 per fortnight maintenance). After years dragging through the Family Court System we finally got to the end of that road, the kids and I moved on with our lives. For the first time ever we were happy and free and had hope. I spent a year getting to know myself, undoing the damage of the abuser. Then I started chatting on a similar site to this, and decided to attend a NYE party. I had only met one person before and I was pretty scared, but determined. At that party I met the man of my dreams. Being with him was like being in your favourite chair or your pj's, so comfortable, relaxing, familiar, so right. I finally understood what love was and so did Pete, there are no words adequate to describe it. It wasnt always easy but we worked together, we were a family, and it really was something you read about in fairy tales, he was my Knight in Shining Armour, I was his Princess, always had been always would be. On February 28th 2009 we celebrated our marriage and were all so happy and planning for and looking forward to the future. Pete and I planned to grow old together, to have lots of naughty sex, to always be true to ourselves and each other. Our love was one of those 1 in a million kind, life was perfect. Then at 2.19pm on Saturday 03/10/09 (a week before Petes 46th birthday) I received a phone call from a man telling me that Pete was dead. His plane had crashed, he didnt stand a chance. I suddenly found myself in a Hell noone could imagine and from which escape could be impossible, and to submit to the abyss could be a relief. From that moment on I felt I also ceased to exist and it takes me all my time and willpower to continue to ensure I do. The children had lost the only real father they had and I my soul mate, our grief was and is perhaps still too deep to even look at and we faced total uncertainty yet again. Life became a blurr, my mum to the resuce again, holding the world together for me as best she could, while I withdrew, yet forged on, Freud might say a bit Lindy Chamberlain....
Six months down the track Im still in Hell, caught in a legal limbo, displaced, bewildered, lost, so sad and so lonely, but somehow still holding things together and forging on (like life gives you any other option) perhaps Im a little more aclimatised to the temperature here? They do fuck in hell btw, Im being fucked over in so many ways I am going to rewrite the Karma Sutra.
So, if life in hell for you is bad tv, traffic jams, price of eggs, a pimple on your bum, or similar kinds of things Ill swap my hell for your hell anytime. I hope when you get home from work tomorrow you bypass the tv, ring your mum and tell her you love her, walk your dog and say hello to your neighbours, notice the sky, wonder at the colours of nature, do that thing you are always going to do but never quite get round to. Maybe by doing this you will manage to avoid all that shits you and appreciate the special things you do have in your life.
Rach
PS - No im not psychotic, depressed, overcome with my situation. The opposite, quite sane, just had lots of experience and plenty to think about in regard to life in hell.
You are human after all!!
Btw, she's obviously not the love of life...that one is waiting
in the wings...
(oh fark...see what listening to celine dion does to someone???!)
Celine Dione.......now thats what i call hell....lol
Cheers Nev
Just for the record..not everything in hell is bad..
I reckon hellboy is doable:
Nev, hell yeah! (scuse the pun)....need some rammin
to balance out the saccharin (wth rammstein playing
in the background...lol)
Rachlovespete..... your inner strength comes from your love of your kids and your love of Pete.
Best of luck to you sweety.
sweetpetite41 xxxxxxxxx
There was a rumour about me?
Weird, thats never happened before!
Was just a rumour of a rumour...sorry random with a capital R
Didnt mean to get you all worked up....