GypsumFantastic wrote:I was told today at work that I need to dispose of four boxes of becks lager thats gone past it's sell by date by two months. Surely it must be still drinkable?

Definitely.

What's depressing about that?

Take 'em home.

GypsumFantastic wrote:I was told today at work that I need to dispose of four boxes of becks lager thats gone past it's sell by date by two months. Surely it must be still drinkable?

Aye. That'll be fine.

The thought of throwing it was depressing me. I'll take your word for it that I can drink them without any dire effects. Carrying 96 bottles of beer may be a challenge.

Theres a load of old champagne and wine on the racks too. That stuff must be well out of date by now. I'll do them a favour and get rid off that too.

GypsumFantastic wrote:Carrying 96 bottles of beer may be a challenge.

what friends?
what life?
what entertainment?

hello, electrical, i'll be here all evening.

on january 7 and 8 i must attend a two-day development training seminar. i'll make sure i post during that time.

Skronk wrote:I figure since the drunk one is useful, I'd birth a thread for when you're down in the dumps.

As we all know, the PRF has outstanding people ready to comfort and give aide.

I'll go first. I'll keep it brief. You ever notice when you come across your ex, and you think you're past it, certain things come up out of nowhere?

burning bridges. learn how to do it.

GypsumFantastic wrote:I was told today at work that I need to dispose of four boxes of becks lager thats gone past it's sell by date by two months. Surely it must be still drinkable?

GypsumFantastic wrote:Theres a load of old champagne and wine on the racks too. That stuff must be well out of date by now. I'll do them a favour and get rid off that too.

WTF. Please move this post to the, "WOO!! I'm having a great day" thread.

I feel so alone and unknown.

Spent half the day at my mom's, cleaning up her shed before the spiders move in. Took a bunch of boxes to my storage unit, stuff from my childhood. Nostalgia is my biggest trigger for depression. I feel like I am disintegrating, like objects from the past. Once my ancestors are gone there will be nobody that knows who I am. Half of my blood relatives don't even know I exist, because my mother left with me when I was 6 months old. In the shed was a little wooden kiddy rocking chair that I used to sit in; it's been around all this time and I've kinda ignored it as just another bit of ephemera. As I was leaving my mother's house, I placed it on her porch for decoration. Then she told me that my father gave it to me. AFAIK it's the only thing left of him, the only thing he gave me besides a Y chromosome. Now I don't know how to feel, should I attach importance to this arbitrarily chosen object? Should I even attach meaning to a man I've never really met? Why do I care? Why can't I form myself, by myself? Self-initiation must be possible.

I feel so alone and unknown. The only people to whom my life really matters are my GF, my mother and my dog. My mom and pooch will most likely die before I do, and I'm constantly in fear that something will happen to my lady. I can hardly function when my fears take over. The GF is out of town and I have no emotional support. I could talk to my mom but she drives me up the goddamn wall sometimes.

And I'm out of weed.


I feel so alone and unknown.

Boombats wrote:I feel so alone and unknown.

Spent half the day at my mom's, cleaning up her shed before the spiders move in. Took a bunch of boxes to my storage unit, stuff from my childhood. Nostalgia is my biggest trigger for depression. I feel like I am disintegrating, like objects from the past. Once my ancestors are gone there will be nobody that knows who I am. Half of my blood relatives don't even know I exist, because my mother left with me when I was 6 months old. In the shed was a little wooden kiddy rocking chair that I used to sit in; it's been around all this time and I've kinda ignored it as just another bit of ephemera. As I was leaving my mother's house, I placed it on her porch for decoration. Then she told me that my father gave it to me. AFAIK it's the only thing left of him, the only thing he gave me besides a Y chromosome. Now I don't know how to feel, should I attach importance to this arbitrarily chosen object? Should I even attach meaning to a man I've never really met? Why do I care? Why can't I form myself, by myself? Self-initiation must be possible.

I feel so alone and unknown. The only people to whom my life really matters are my GF, my mother and my dog. My mom and pooch will most likely die before I do, and I'm constantly in fear that something will happen to my lady. I can hardly function when my fears take over. The GF is out of town and I have no emotional support. I could talk to my mom but she drives me up the goddamn wall sometimes.

And I'm out of weed.


I feel so alone and unknown.

i can understand this. i have been feeling extremely alone and unknown also. yeah, to the point of not being able to function sometimes. got to get out of this place and get back to family and friends.