Why is Neil so glitter?
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Why is Neil so glitter?
All the answers can be found entangled within the relationships I've been in. I'm not the type of guy to jump from girl to girl just because I can. Ya'll have seen pictures of me, it's not like I have a lot of options. When I find a girl, I stick with a girl. End of story.
My aim screen name is Groovyneilneil. One day, about 6-7 years ago I got an im from a girl I had never spoken to. Her name was Michelle, and she was about to move to my town from Mesquite. I had an internet girlfriend at the time, so I wasn't really interested in her like that. Two years passed and we became really good friends, all the while my internet girlfriend was mad at the whole situation. I ended up breaking with Jayme to be with Michelle.
Michelle and I were high school sweethearts. I would have done anything for her, and I believed we had something special. I was more in shape then. I was 5'8, 170 lbs. and she looked pretty good. She had some nice big tits and a big ass. I'm attracted to that sort of thing.
We were together for exactly one week before we did the dirty. This girl was sexually inclined. She liked secks all the time. Day or night, car, public, private, it didn't matter. This chick was a nympho, and this pleased me very much seeing how I was an 18 year old boy and I only thought with my paynis. I developed a close relationship with her family over the next year, and I saw myself being with Michelle forever - cheesey, I know, but I did. She ended up going to college at UNT, and I went to CCCC, it wasn't too far away...we could still see each other whenever we wanted. She practically lived with me our freshman year and all we did was have secks. Actually...she went to class while I sat on my ass at my apartment playing NCAA football 2004 on my ps2 while I was supposed to be in class. She would come over and I'd pause my game to have secksie time with her, then I'd play my game etc.
After I dropped out of all my classes, I moved back home with my parents. She moved back with her parents for the summer. I started working a warehouse job making tons of overtime money. I was literally swimming in a pool of unspent cash, which lead to me purchasing an S2000. Michelle was with me for my first test drive, and I thought she'd be there the day it either died, or I sold it.
After 2 1/2 years of being together, we decided to move in together. I quit my job at the warehouse and became an insurance adjuster in Irving. She worked in Irving as well, about 5 miles from me at my work, and 5 miles from our apartment. We moved in on a Saturday, August 13th 2005. Everything was perfect. I would cook dinner every night because she had school. I would clean the apartment while she studied and did homework. We would talk and watch movies and have good secksie time. Things were great.
Saturday, August 20th 2005 - literally 7 days after living with her. Seven. One week. She went with her mother and grand mother to get us a dinner table, so I went to my parents to hang out...shoot the shit, etc. I received a text message from Michelle that said "I want to break up." I was like...are you ****ing kidding me? I respond in a defensive tone and I'm like, "What are you talking about?" - I ended up going to her parents house where she was at and tried talking to her. She wouldn't hear anything I had to say. She was leaving, and wouldn't give me a reason as to why. She was sitting in the reclining chair with a cold look on her face, as I was on my knees in front of her singing How am I supposed to live without you by Michael ****ing Bolton.
She wouldn't come back to the apartment with me. Instead, she stayed at her parents. I drive over an hour back to Irving, to our apartment, and cried. I called my mom crying, telling her how Michelle had left me. My mom didn't believe me at first, then I had a nervous break down and started bawling on the phone. I didn't know what to do. I had literally spent the last 2 1/2 years of my life with Michelle and saw her every day. How was I supposed to go on another day without talking to her, or being around her?
Michelle and I talked about everything. Mind you, we never faught while we were together. Everything seemed okay. She told me she just wanted to be single, and I thought that was odd...I had never gotten that vibe before in my life. Somehow, I convinced her to try living with me, and to be with me and try to work it out. She came back to the apartment and things were awkward. I was 20 years old, and I didn't drink, or smoke, or anything like that...neither did she. We tried drinking together for the first time...it was awkward.
One particular night, she told me she was going to go with her friend Valerie to a club in Dallas. Me, being the understanding stupid idiot that I am, said sure...go ahead...have fun. I'll just sit here and play world of warcraft, no biggie. Naturally I saw her change, I knew what she was wearing. I also knew what panties she had on....
She came back at around 3:00 in the morning. I didn't really care...until she started getting undressed and had different panties on. I got upset, and for the first time in 2 1/2 years I yelled at her. WHERE THE **** DID YOU GET DIFFERENT PANTIES? AT THE BAR? DO YOU THINK I'M ****ING STUPID? BARS DON'T SELL ****ING PANTIES YOU IDIOT. I made her sleep on the couch.
A month passed and nothing had gotten any better. Seeing as though we were nearing the bitter end, I figured I might as well go off the deepend, and out with a bang. I saw her typing away on her lap top in the living room. I walked in there and asked her "Who are you talking to?" She said "it's none of your business." I yelled at her for the second time. "BULL ****ING SHIT IT'S NOT MY BUSINESS. WHO THE **** ARE YOU TALKING TO? I'LL ****ING TAKE THAT GOD **** COMPUTER AND THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW AND KILL WHOEVER THE **** YOU'RE TALKING TO DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME????" Mind you, I'm typically a very laid back person.
I finally told her to get the **** out of the house. She left, and never came back.
I stayed at our apartment for the six months that we signed the lease for. I ate ramen noodles and drank water because I couldn't afford my car, the apartment, insurance, electricty all at the same time. We budgeted it out with her income in mind. I went days without food, I didn't have electricty, and I had to beg my parents for gas money so I could get to work to try to pay some bills. I'm still in debt to this day because of what Michelle did.
I drank myself to sleep every night while trying to OD on sleeping pills. I hated her. I hated myself. I hated everything in the world. I swore to myself I'll never let a girl do this to me again. I'll never take shit from anybody. I'm going to do what I want, when I want, how I want from now on.
It's been over two years since we broke up, and I haven't had one serious relationship since. I haven't had secks in over a year and half (some random bitch named Amanda let me **** her a couple times). I don't trust girls, or women. I can't trust girls, or women. They're liars. And I would rather be alone and beat it every night then have to deal with a girl who will make me want to kill myself.
There's your psychoanalysis doctors of the OT forum. Tell me, am I not supposed to be bitter? Maybe I'll get over it when I'm still not paying the thousands of dollars on the credit cards I had to charge just to survive after she left.
/wrists
My aim screen name is Groovyneilneil. One day, about 6-7 years ago I got an im from a girl I had never spoken to. Her name was Michelle, and she was about to move to my town from Mesquite. I had an internet girlfriend at the time, so I wasn't really interested in her like that. Two years passed and we became really good friends, all the while my internet girlfriend was mad at the whole situation. I ended up breaking with Jayme to be with Michelle.
Michelle and I were high school sweethearts. I would have done anything for her, and I believed we had something special. I was more in shape then. I was 5'8, 170 lbs. and she looked pretty good. She had some nice big tits and a big ass. I'm attracted to that sort of thing.
We were together for exactly one week before we did the dirty. This girl was sexually inclined. She liked secks all the time. Day or night, car, public, private, it didn't matter. This chick was a nympho, and this pleased me very much seeing how I was an 18 year old boy and I only thought with my paynis. I developed a close relationship with her family over the next year, and I saw myself being with Michelle forever - cheesey, I know, but I did. She ended up going to college at UNT, and I went to CCCC, it wasn't too far away...we could still see each other whenever we wanted. She practically lived with me our freshman year and all we did was have secks. Actually...she went to class while I sat on my ass at my apartment playing NCAA football 2004 on my ps2 while I was supposed to be in class. She would come over and I'd pause my game to have secksie time with her, then I'd play my game etc.
After I dropped out of all my classes, I moved back home with my parents. She moved back with her parents for the summer. I started working a warehouse job making tons of overtime money. I was literally swimming in a pool of unspent cash, which lead to me purchasing an S2000. Michelle was with me for my first test drive, and I thought she'd be there the day it either died, or I sold it.
After 2 1/2 years of being together, we decided to move in together. I quit my job at the warehouse and became an insurance adjuster in Irving. She worked in Irving as well, about 5 miles from me at my work, and 5 miles from our apartment. We moved in on a Saturday, August 13th 2005. Everything was perfect. I would cook dinner every night because she had school. I would clean the apartment while she studied and did homework. We would talk and watch movies and have good secksie time. Things were great.
Saturday, August 20th 2005 - literally 7 days after living with her. Seven. One week. She went with her mother and grand mother to get us a dinner table, so I went to my parents to hang out...shoot the shit, etc. I received a text message from Michelle that said "I want to break up." I was like...are you ****ing kidding me? I respond in a defensive tone and I'm like, "What are you talking about?" - I ended up going to her parents house where she was at and tried talking to her. She wouldn't hear anything I had to say. She was leaving, and wouldn't give me a reason as to why. She was sitting in the reclining chair with a cold look on her face, as I was on my knees in front of her singing How am I supposed to live without you by Michael ****ing Bolton.
She wouldn't come back to the apartment with me. Instead, she stayed at her parents. I drive over an hour back to Irving, to our apartment, and cried. I called my mom crying, telling her how Michelle had left me. My mom didn't believe me at first, then I had a nervous break down and started bawling on the phone. I didn't know what to do. I had literally spent the last 2 1/2 years of my life with Michelle and saw her every day. How was I supposed to go on another day without talking to her, or being around her?
Michelle and I talked about everything. Mind you, we never faught while we were together. Everything seemed okay. She told me she just wanted to be single, and I thought that was odd...I had never gotten that vibe before in my life. Somehow, I convinced her to try living with me, and to be with me and try to work it out. She came back to the apartment and things were awkward. I was 20 years old, and I didn't drink, or smoke, or anything like that...neither did she. We tried drinking together for the first time...it was awkward.
One particular night, she told me she was going to go with her friend Valerie to a club in Dallas. Me, being the understanding stupid idiot that I am, said sure...go ahead...have fun. I'll just sit here and play world of warcraft, no biggie. Naturally I saw her change, I knew what she was wearing. I also knew what panties she had on....
She came back at around 3:00 in the morning. I didn't really care...until she started getting undressed and had different panties on. I got upset, and for the first time in 2 1/2 years I yelled at her. WHERE THE **** DID YOU GET DIFFERENT PANTIES? AT THE BAR? DO YOU THINK I'M ****ING STUPID? BARS DON'T SELL ****ING PANTIES YOU IDIOT. I made her sleep on the couch.
A month passed and nothing had gotten any better. Seeing as though we were nearing the bitter end, I figured I might as well go off the deepend, and out with a bang. I saw her typing away on her lap top in the living room. I walked in there and asked her "Who are you talking to?" She said "it's none of your business." I yelled at her for the second time. "BULL ****ING SHIT IT'S NOT MY BUSINESS. WHO THE **** ARE YOU TALKING TO? I'LL ****ING TAKE THAT GOD **** COMPUTER AND THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW AND KILL WHOEVER THE **** YOU'RE TALKING TO DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME????" Mind you, I'm typically a very laid back person.
I finally told her to get the **** out of the house. She left, and never came back.
I stayed at our apartment for the six months that we signed the lease for. I ate ramen noodles and drank water because I couldn't afford my car, the apartment, insurance, electricty all at the same time. We budgeted it out with her income in mind. I went days without food, I didn't have electricty, and I had to beg my parents for gas money so I could get to work to try to pay some bills. I'm still in debt to this day because of what Michelle did.
I drank myself to sleep every night while trying to OD on sleeping pills. I hated her. I hated myself. I hated everything in the world. I swore to myself I'll never let a girl do this to me again. I'll never take shit from anybody. I'm going to do what I want, when I want, how I want from now on.
It's been over two years since we broke up, and I haven't had one serious relationship since. I haven't had secks in over a year and half (some random bitch named Amanda let me **** her a couple times). I don't trust girls, or women. I can't trust girls, or women. They're liars. And I would rather be alone and beat it every night then have to deal with a girl who will make me want to kill myself.
There's your psychoanalysis doctors of the OT forum. Tell me, am I not supposed to be bitter? Maybe I'll get over it when I'm still not paying the thousands of dollars on the credit cards I had to charge just to survive after she left.
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V ice didn't do so well in his recent bull riding competition. He had me and k-fed fly out to nashville and we watched as he got roflpwnd right off the bat. Afterwards, we came back to texas to chill with our good friend Jackie Chan.
Jackie wanted asian rice, so I cooked that up. I'm pretty good at cooking stuff anyway, and rice isn't that hard. So I made him a bowl and handed him a fork...
Needless to say I have a fat shiner over my right eye.
Jackie wanted asian rice, so I cooked that up. I'm pretty good at cooking stuff anyway, and rice isn't that hard. So I made him a bowl and handed him a fork...
Needless to say I have a fat shiner over my right eye.
