get fucked

[mental torture made me li]

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[whiterabbit]

I remember all of my clothes were druggie clothes. I mean they weren't concert  t shirts or t shirts at all for that matter but out they went and in came kelly green plaids and polyester "slacks" and purple pants. Of course they went well with the dozen or so barrettes that I wore in my hair so the staff wouldn't think that I liked it and cut it off. My mother must have thought she died and went to heaven. She could dress me exactly like she did when I was 4 and I'd be nothing but grateful.

Those straight fashions were comical and tragic. I know I looked more like Bozo the clown than a "druggie whore".

The overwhelming majority of people have more than the average (mean) number of legs.  
-- E. Grebenik

[mental torture made me li]

.[ This Message was edited by: mental torture made me like this on 2005-11-28 19:01 ]

[whiterabbit]

I have two teenagers. Guess what the oldest wants to wear?

Yep, nothing but plaid shirts. Granted they are Abercrombie or American Eagle so not quite as horrifying as the ones my mother used to pick out., but ironic none the less. And I don't say one word.

Now if he started with the barrettes I might have to put my foot down. :lol:

Immortality: A toy which people cry for, And on their knees apply for, Dispute, contend and lie for, And if allowed Would be right proud Eternally to die for.
--Ambrose Bierce

[mental torture made me li]

shut up ya dumb dog[ This Message was edited by: mental torture made me like this on 2005-11-28 19:02 ]

[shady grove]

That is some very cool stream of consciousness thing you're doing there, Pietra! Looks therapeutic. I'll try:

Oh yeah I've got that inhaler in the med cart that I used as a bowl the night before I came into straight. I've been here a month and it totally sucks ass but I want to be honest and get better and get the hell out, so I'll do the right thing and tell them about it. Got in line, told Wally Grieves, he said ok, whatever. Next thing you know John Gugliamo and a team of squeaky screamies is getting reamey in the intake room. Sit down, no chair is gone, scream, scream, scream. Why are they mad at me, I have no idea. I'm sorry. I'm bringing drugs into your group? No, it was a make shift bowl I used once. You can't get high off that. I'm trying to be a good guy, tell you the truth. I didn't think this was something to report, but was just being thorough. "Who's got something to say to this guy?" All these crying pretty girls: I can't believe you violated the sanctity of our church you piece of shit! John P said I was like one of those bugs on his balls (everyone laughed)." Kept me up all night for like 2 to 3 weeks, cold showers for 90 seconds (I still appreciate long hot showers), courtesy of humble and heartworming host home, yadayada. Hey folks, OCD was born that day!


Ok mine wasn't as streamy as yours but it helped.

[Froderik]

If you were "getting into your head" you could have been indulging in 'thoughtcrime...' This was to avoided at all costs..

[shady grove]

I know! Even the space in my head was not considered really mine! Oh, but it was  :grin: