Author Topic: My Dream.  (Read 783 times)

I know this is old, but I saw it again recently and it made me lol

My mom practically kicked my ass out of the house before I even hit 13, and I never even met my dad. My only friend till I was 10 was the friend prick next door who was always beating the stuff out of me and telling me I wasn't worth stuff. But it wasn't even like I had a choice, the town loving had something like 9 people living in it, I stuff you not.

My entire adolescence was just moving around from place to place trying to get along with people who didn't even want me.

You think that's the worst? My only friend was a Hawaiian (or maybe Indonesian) guy in his thirties or something who only kept me around because he thought I could help him get laid. The only perk was that I also got to hang around with this cute ginger chick, she was flat as a pancake sure, but damn she was a total nymph. She must have been a sadist or something cause she always took pleasure in hitting me and telling me how she loved to get wet.

But dear god, the bane of my existence was this adult couple that I could NOT seem to avoid. You know these types of couples that are absolutely sickening, like they wear matching outfits and finish each others' sentences? Yeah they were loving creepers, and they had a cat, which was at least twice as annoying as they were, I swear this thing would never shut the forget up.

Like I said, I ended up moving from town to town getting into fights with other kids my age, even adults from time to time.

The only thing that kept me going was my dream...
...to become a Pokemon master.

I knew what you were talking about the moment I read the first sentence. That was pretty funny when I first saw it, though.

I knew what you were talking about the moment I read the first sentence. That was pretty funny when I first saw it, though.
When I first read this I had no idea what they were talking about until I re-read it

Reading through the second time I remembered all the references.

This is quite awesome though.

Oh, Pokemon, why did you change?

lol

Here's something similar.

Wow... okay, I wasn't sure if I was ever going to tell anyone about this, but it's late and I'm sleep deprived so i guess I'll just write it now and regret it in the morning :/

First of all, - just for some background: My mom died right when I was born, (she was actually really, really hot- but this isn't about her. I guess that's forgeted up to say, but whatever.) I actually grew up with my Mom's family, because my dad has all sorts of emotional issues and he bailed before I was born. So you can see, my childhood was really kind of messed up.

Anyways, growing up I feel like there was always a lot of distance between me and my sister. When I was about 17 or 18 I first noticed that my sister was a hottie.

I don't want to go into to many details about it, but basically what happened is that I accidentally found a video that she made of herself. I knew she didn't make it for me- but I thought she was so loving beautiful that I watched it twice. (probably would have watched it a hell of a lot more, except that like right around the time I found the video, all this crazy stuff went down and I had to leave home. (My mom's family who I was staying with got in bad trouble with the law. I never talk about it).

Sooo... I was totally lusting after my sister at that point. She was also having bad trouble with the law. She was actually in custody when I left home.

My friend and I went to go pick her up. When I saw her that day, after seeing the video, I have to be honest, I just wanted to forget her brains out. Looking back on it now, it's pretty messed up- but I think she had feelings for me too. She actually kissed me right after we came to get her... and it wasn't a sisterly kiss, you know? I mean, it wasn't like ridiculously loveual or anything, but it definitely wasn't sisterly.

After we left, we all went to crash with my Sister's friends. On the trip there, my friend sort of implied that he wanted to get with my Sister, and I got a little jealous. He's a good looking guy- and even though she was my sister- I just felt like he was competition. Not much else happened between us for a while except some maybe-lovey hugging.

Pretty much everyone in my life at that point was wanted by the government, so we all moved around a lot. I'm not saying that I'm proud of it or anything, but it was kind of an awesome time.

My friend and my sister never hooked up I don't think- but I thought there was some serious loveual tension going on between them. It was around that time that I got really badly hurt in an accident. It was forgeted up. I almost died. But when I was in recovery my sister came to see me, and out of the clear blue sky she started gives me this awesome, slow, passionate kiss on the lips.

Sadly (although, I guess for the best) nothing ever came of it. We spent some time apart... and I started to get really religious, so I tried not to think of her that way. It was actually going well for a long time- like I was totally over her. But I have to say, like a year or so after all that stuff went down, we were out sailing (not like a date or anything romantic like that), and she was wearing like the hottest bikini I've ever loving seen and it brought back all the old feelings. Sigh.

A little while later she actually wound up with my friend from before (the loveual tension guy). I can't say I was surprised.

But even after she was shacking up with my friend, there was one time we were at a party... my friend was inside, and my sister and I were outside alone. It was a really intimate moment. I think something might have happened, except that I killed the mood when I told her that that Darth Vader was our father and I had to go face him.

Read Blobeh's post



Think it's true  :cookieMonster:



@chasey: Waay too long-winded.

At first I was like "your life story is bullstuff", then I relized it was fake, then I read the bottom, re-read it and now understand it  :cookieMonster:


Oh i didn't see that one comign even though i am quite a star wars fan.

Love those stories.

Guys, I'm loving sick of this. I'm almost 20 and haven't been able to score a better job than a loving cook at a local fast food joint. What makes it worse is that I live in a small town so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place that'll hire high school graduates. I'd get the hell out of this town if I could actually drive too, but I've failed every damn test I've ever taken. I'm socially awkward, even my only other co-worker loving hates my guts. I have repressed lust for one of my best friends too; she's athletic, smart and a gorgeous southern bell. I love her. You know what it's like; I've been friend zoned real hard. She's my only real friend, besides this one kid, who I'm pretty sure is only hanging around me because he is mentally challenged. I guess he's the only one that can tolerate me. And what makes this all loving worse is that I live in a loving pineapple under the sea.