whiskey didn't heal me. purging out of my butt.

still gonna go to the gym. hope i shit my pants

you should really take a day off and rest

nah, go poop in the gym, jamie

well today has been craptastic.

i took a sick nap instead. h8 life

saw the first stink bug i have in many months while i was letting go of a different kind of stink bug if you know what i mean.

swishnicholson wrote:I don't know that three ads could have missed the mark more than the ones on my BSG page for an AutoCAD program, the Motorcycle Mechanics Institute and Dancing with the Stars.

Does make me feel sort of like a renaissance guy, though.

just got "asian girls for love"

Fishing Trip Saskatchewan From Fishing Guides

hey, that doesn't sound bad, but the other ads don't make sense for me

way too much character development happened today

I should really write a reaction paper this week for my comparative politics class so I don't save them all for after Spring break, but the reading is on political economy stuff and I mostly agree with it and the authors aren't arguing with each other.

So I'm probably just going to take a nap then watch hockey and basketball.

I think I was having a psychotic episode this morning during communion.

I picked up the chalice, and something in me just had an urge to say "fuck" (the f-word). I was seriously afraid I was going to say something like "this cup is the new covenant in my blood, fuck." I started having panic attack-like symptoms. It just wasn't going away, and as I said the same words I say every Sunday morning, I was seriously afraid the next word I said would be one that would undoubtedly cost me my job.

I don't know what the hell happened. I feel really scared, it wasn't like voices or anything like that, but there was just this urge to curse. After communion, during the post-communion canticle, my heart started to race. It resolved itself by the benediction.

Now I'm home and I have a massive headache. I hope I'm not having a cerebral hemorrhage or something.

My advice would be to let out a shit storm of curses and vulgarities until you feel satisfied.

I want to buy a pet of some sort. I am allergic to dogs and really fucking hate cats. Rabbits are boring. I think I'm going to go to the pet store and see what they have for me.

Rev_Beezer wrote:I think I was having a psychotic episode this morning during communion.

I picked up the chalice, and something in me just had an urge to say "#$&!" (the f-word). I was seriously afraid I was going to say something like "this cup is the new covenant in my blood, #$&!." I started having panic attack-like symptoms. It just wasn't going away, and as I said the same words I say every Sunday morning, I was seriously afraid the next word I said would be one that would undoubtedly cost me my job.

I don't know what the hell happened. I feel really scared, it wasn't like voices or anything like that, but there was just this urge to curse. After communion, during the post-communion canticle, my heart started to race. It resolved itself by the benediction.

Now I'm home and I have a massive headache. I hope I'm not having a cerebral hemorrhage or something.

Maybe it was the Holy Spirit. I mean, I don't think the Holy Spirit wants you to use profanity, but who knows? God did ask Abraham to kill Isaac.

Rev_Beezer wrote:I think I was having a psychotic episode this morning during communion.

I picked up the chalice, and something in me just had an urge to say "#$&!" (the f-word). I was seriously afraid I was going to say something like "this cup is the new covenant in my blood, #$&!." I started having panic attack-like symptoms. It just wasn't going away, and as I said the same words I say every Sunday morning, I was seriously afraid the next word I said would be one that would undoubtedly cost me my job.

I don't know what the hell happened. I feel really scared, it wasn't like voices or anything like that, but there was just this urge to curse. After communion, during the post-communion canticle, my heart started to race. It resolved itself by the benediction.

Now I'm home and I have a massive headache. I hope I'm not having a cerebral hemorrhage or something.

Is there a history of Tourette's in your family?

talk to a therapist

This guy that sat behind me in physics class in high school slaughtered his whole family(including a twin brother) with a samurai sword last night.

TenuredVulture wrote:

Rev_Beezer wrote:I think I was having a psychotic episode this morning during communion.

I picked up the chalice, and something in me just had an urge to say "#$&!" (the f-word). I was seriously afraid I was going to say something like "this cup is the new covenant in my blood, #$&!." I started having panic attack-like symptoms. It just wasn't going away, and as I said the same words I say every Sunday morning, I was seriously afraid the next word I said would be one that would undoubtedly cost me my job.

I don't know what the hell happened. I feel really scared, it wasn't like voices or anything like that, but there was just this urge to curse. After communion, during the post-communion canticle, my heart started to race. It resolved itself by the benediction.

Now I'm home and I have a massive headache. I hope I'm not having a cerebral hemorrhage or something.

Maybe it was the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit on a bender.

kopphanatic wrote:This guy that sat behind me in physics class in high school slaughtered his whole family(including a twin brother) with a samurai sword last night.

Geez

holy moly

When police interviewed McAndrew about the event, he responded: "extermination." He said "attacker" killed "person named brother," "person named mother" and "person named father."