yeah, i'd rather do something more constructive with my time like post here. well... seriously i would. of course regret is a waste of time. it's just hard trying to get over past when the past is what's still affecting you now.
There was a time I would have agreed whole-heartedly,but nowadays I'd be inclined to say that it depends on what, if any, you feel is the emotional construct of true learning.
Outlaw...I awaited your wrath from my last post in the Minority Post...not that outrageous or not that funny, which? Besides, what's wrong with being inhibriated, like I am now, although it's on sleeping pills...That's when you can did up the good stuff...
Seether Fine Again It seems like every day’s the same and I’m left to discover on my own It seems like everything is gray and there’s no color to behold They say it’s over and I’m fine again, yeah Try to stay sober feels like I’m dying here And I am aware now of how everything’s gonna be fine one day Too late, I’m in hell I am prepared now, seems everyone’s gonna be fine One day too late, just as well I feel the dream in me expire and there’s no one left to blame it on I hear you label me a liar ‘cause I can’t seem to get this through You say it’s over, I can sigh again, yeah Why try to stay sober when I’m dying here And I am aware now of how everything’s gonna be fine one day Too late, I’m in hell I am prepared now, seems everyone’s gonna be fine One day too late; just as well And I’m not scared now. I must assure you, you’re never gonna get away And I’m not scared now. And I’m not scared now. No… I am aware now of how everything’s gonna be fine one day Too late, I’m in hell I am prepared now seems everyone’s gonna be fine One day too late, just as well I am prepared now, seems everything’s gonna be fine for me For me; for myself. For me, for me, for myself For me, for me, for myself sigh...
Wow , I'm speech less... Hard to imagine someone is actually thinking about my problem while taking a break... That's very touching man! Thanks a lot Omega for the wonderful suggestions and you know I'm very appreciate your effort in helping out my situation! Again many thanks! I must say it's a great idea & there's a good chance I might just do what you said... never listened to the song you mentioned before but surely I'll get it somewhere & check it out... By the way, if you ever have anything that's bothering you or anything you would like to share with someone else... let me know & surely I'll offer some genuine advices whenever I can!
I dont have any major regrets so far, but there are some minor ones 1. As the grades went by, I grew apart from a few good friends whom would have been some of my best friends through out JRHign and HS. 2. Played football in HS, when everybody new that my best sport was basketball. When I finally found it out in my JR year it was to late, making the team as an upperclassman? ya right, instead of playing a sport that I enjoyed more and would have played some, I basically was just a backup and a special teams player for a sport that I never really enjoyed playing. Believe me you dont know "its hot" until you practice in 100 degrees in full pads, pure hell. Despite that I couldnt imaganie not playing football in highschool, those memories will last me forever, but I still regret it a little bit 3. Freshman year of college came and went. Yes it was fun but now im overweight and behind in hours, now Im scheduled to take 17 hours, I defitely will regret that come August 4. Few relationships here in there. Oh well. Girls come and they go. thats basically it
it was freaking hilarious and actually kinda arousing so I didn't know what to say. you're such a c***-tease James.
Yeah...Omega gives my issues and problems jacksh*t...unfair, says I...You get a whole diner meal, I get nada... Louis Armstrong was so dead wrong.
Waffles? I LOVE waffles. My grandpa taught me to eat them covered in melted butter and powdered sugar. Does anybody else eat them that way? My only regret is that I don't have some waffles in front of me right now.
LOL! Generally people will give more sympathy to poor guys like me instead of giving it to some James Bond guy who lives with 6 hotties & dating all the pornstars...
hmmm...there's a place here that cooks bacon into waffles. one of the best breakfast combos ever. i go there at least twice a month. okay... i have to add a regret: 6. i regret not keeping up with my friends in college. the very first and most loyal friends that i had. in high school i was a major loner. i promised myself in college that i'd change that and sure enough i did. i had probably knew a hundred people on campus and all of them got to know each other through knowing me... no matter if they were part of the punk/ska crowd or the gay/lesbian crowd. in an organization that i started that we had some kind of a project where we had to list a person and something that we admired about she/he. well... one guy actually wrote that he respected me more than anybody that he knew on campus because i helped him manage during his freshman year by talking with him when he was fustrated, getting to know people so that he could get involved on campus, etc. he was a good guy. little did he know how much crap that i had going on. now... i have no idea where he and everybody else is. i have a list of email addresses and phone numbers, but am embarassed of what to tell them what's gone on the last three and a half years.
Omega, I ain't really know you or your situations... and until tonight I didn't even realize you were different from me. But... I respect you dude, and maybe this means **** to you because you don't really know anyone here. But you're cool and you make this place a little more entertaining. You aren't the only one who spends time hiding from life.
We used to dream about being served waffles, cleaned and killed by someone else, no trouble for you, no! No! You pansys! We had it rough, like real wafflers do...riding the open range for days on end, never knowing if this will be the last night you live,or if you will come across a pack of wild waffles, in a ravine, keeping out of the bitter cold. That's when th e real work begins...they may seem docile to city folk like you, but only a waffle wrangler knows the true heart of that beast, and it's all black, let me tell you. First they scurried away, cowards at heart, if they can get away with it...but we followed them down, me, and Curly Bob, and Moredai...and as we gradually cornered them into the edge of a deep gully...we thought we had them but we should have known better, The freeange Waffle is a lamb on the run, but a bearcat when cornered, and they turned on us with the frenzy of Waffle Falls in sping, Bob lost a hand and a some of his dreads ( Bob's arastifarian by religion, we Waffle Wrangle5rs are deep as well as brave...) in the first rush, and I was brushed off my feet, with wild waffles closing in on me, and fear so went through me to the very cold bone in my throat that I couldn't do anything but try and protect my eyes from their savage fangs and claws..and those little dark black eyes closing in, lifelless, like a dolls eyes, except the gleam in the corner to reveal the bloodlust. I was done for, sure as shooting, friends, as you and God are my witneses...but them came a great roar, a falsh, and Mordecai was among us with torches blazing, throwing them and sweeping them off, and the damned filthy litle critters scattered at the smell, cause wiley old Mordecai had used maple wood for his torches, and anything maple to a wild waffle is like garlic to a vampire...it seems to put them in mind of death... So with Mordecai's help, we struggled out of that cursed cavern, bloodied, bruised, missing limds and locks of hair...but alive. This is when I openened my mouth, boys, as God is my witness I wish I'd lost my tongue to that rabid pack of wild waffles, the bastards! I saw money floating away before my eyes, so I looked at my bleeding companions, struggling for breath lying flat out on the rock outcropping we had climbed to for safety... " Mordecai" says I, in my proudest voice" Mordecai you done me the bestest service a man's ever done another man. But it will come to nought...you'll have saved nought if we don't get this herd of waffles into town, as I'm flat broke, you're flat broke, and Bob has only enough to get his dreads redone...So it's a dead man you saved, and a dead man you are to become too, if we don't get back down there this instant, wrangle those devils, and russle em into town." He looked at me for a long while with a level gaze...never understood that term before I met Mordecai, but he had it, that's for damned sure, and at last he just nodded, and we was on about it. There was no question about Curly Bob, he was always up for anything, and in this case he reckoned that he had a score to settle about a finger and a lock. So with a whoop and a cry and the blazing of the waffle guns, we leapt down off of that ledge and were among them in seconds...them snarling, snapping, and scurrying around so fast it was like standing in a river midstream, and us screaming revenge! * ( well that was Curly Bob,, and before you think it was about the finger, I've seen him scream that upon entering a whorehouse..) and Mordecai crying out to his strange God for guidance, and me just basically making noises that don't set normally with the more civilized of species, but that animnals recognize as death is arrived. Mordecai went down first...the waffles swarmed over him, and it wasn't a pretty sight, but the one mercy afforded us was that it was quick...Bob seemed to reel seeing Mordecai, our stoutest lad, go down like so much kindling under a roaring fire, and in his hesitstion he wrought his own demise...They were on him with a vengeance I cannot, to this day, remember without feeling ill. I saw that all was lost, no glory, no bounty, no friends to rescue, so I used the fire to clear a path out of the gully, scrampled up the steep embankment, found the horses, and got on mine and rode back to town as if the devil himself was on my heels, which in a manner of speaking he was. That was my last waffle ride, boys, as is evident from the fact that I'm alive to tell you this here tail Many's the young man I've run into talking ****-a-hoop about how they's off to get them some wild waffles, but few's the man I've seen come back So you'll never see me wrangling waffles these days, or eating them for that matter; I've gone into the horse trade, and the damned waffles always bring me back to that night and the greatest regret of my life....I should have never left the other two horses behind! As a dealer, I now know, that that was a fortune right there I threw away....Can you blame me for not wanting to listen to you going on so cheefrfully about waffles...If you only knew, you would treat them with reverence, fear, or loathing.
Seriously?? Nah, man, it's all cool. Take it wherever you can get it, that's what I say,and if you got it through that, go for it. I am among those who fully believes that the primary sexual organ is the brain...Just because it ain't my thing don't mean I think it's uncool being an imaginary part of someone else's thing.
Regrets Suck. 1. Not staying with my ex the second time, being to scared of the future with her. (Nothing against my current situation though, I love my wife/son.) 2. Not sticking out the tryouts for basketball in the 7th grade. I could have made it, just got lazy. 3. Not trying out for Football, too scared/lazy I guess. man I would have been good, I think. 4. Not going off to college. 5. Wasting the first 16yrs of my life being shy. What a drag that was. Be yourself, funk the rest.
I wish I would've been able to make those sacrifices. When my first son who is eight now was born, I was in my next-to-last year in the Corps. We were on deployment in the Med and I missed almost the first year of his life. It was then it dawned on me why I needed a new career. My daughter, who is five, was born while I was in college. I did get to spend a lot more time with her, but due to exams and working two jobs to support us, I missed her first word (da-dah) and her first steps. You gotta do what you gotta do to feed your kids. Do so and you will find you miss less than you think.
