The Pitters' Place

Here, I'll provide the topic:

How awesome are the gas prices lately???

a. Super awesome.
b. So awesome.
c. I don't drive.
d. Fuck this! I'm venezuelan!!!

Discuss!!!!!

You are expecting me to reply to a post that says "Discuss"?
Seriously?
On the IMDb board, I have a rule NEVER to reply to posts that end with "Discuss".
But ok, this board has been a bit slow lately, so I'll say that rules wouldn't exist if it wasn't possible to break them.

c.
EDIT to clarify: I don't have a car.

They're nearly a £1 a litre here, which is only 10x what Americans pay and complain about, unlike the usual 15-20x!

Down to about $1.00 a litre here - which is cheaper than the Uk - but more expensive than the States .. My car demands 98 octane so I still end up paying about $1.20 a litre - which is much better from when it was at $1-55

Apparently gas prices are really good. But, I only very rarely drive so don't give a shit. /endthread

phe_de wrote:You are expecting me to reply to a post that says "Discuss"?
Seriously?

This might disappoint you but I don't expect anything from you.

I get to go to Napa for work this weekend to play with bugs. It's beautiful over there.

For my son's birthday last week I took him to see the new Night at the Museum movie. It was pretty funny.

My birthday is coming up. All I want is a handle of Wild Turkey and a hooker with whom to discuss mid-19th century Slavic Lit. She doesn't need to be Slavic, though.

My girlfriend and I broke up (again) and I'm living with a friend while my son is staying with his grandpa a few miles away. It's hard not seeing him every day. I need to find a new apartment.

Dr_Liszt wrote:

phe_de wrote:You are expecting me to reply to a post that says "Discuss"?
Seriously?

This might disappoint you but I don't expect anything from you.

lol

Anyway c 'cause I don't drive 'cause driving sucks.

I was parking my car this morning, it was parallel but I can do it quite well since I'm awesome. So the thing is I parked and I noticed the guy from the car behind me got out of his car and started to check and wipe his car. Took out his cellphone and checked his car again. So I was like "FUCK! Dude is going to make a drama over a pathetic scratch I might have not even made myself right now." So I thought he was going to tap my window to yell at me but he didn't. So I said to myself "I didn't feel a bump, usually when you hit cars in the parking lot gently you feel a bump, I didn't, that means that if I touched his car, it was so gently that it was no reason to call the insurance. Soooo.... I'm going to bail." So the moment I decided to run away, dude decides to trap me with his car.

So I got a little nervous because you don't know how violent people are, I called everyone so that at least someone knew the situation, nobody answered me. So eventually I got out of the car and the dude said nothing to me, maybe because I'm a girl. But decided to walk around my car while talking to the phone. Which made me nervous.

So I went back with my friend and he checked his car and guess what it had. NOTHING!



Some people are ridiculous!

Dr_Liszt wrote:

phe_de wrote:You are expecting me to reply to a post that says "Discuss"?
Seriously?

This might disappoint you but I don't expect anything from you.

Good answer!
And no, I am not disappointed.

sikax wrote:I get to go to Napa for work this weekend to play with bugs. It's beautiful over there.

For my son's birthday last week I took him to see the new Night at the Museum movie. It was pretty funny.

My birthday is coming up. All I want is a handle of Wild Turkey and a hooker with whom to discuss mid-19th century Slavic Lit. She doesn't need to be Slavic, though.

My girlfriend and I broke up (again) and I'm living with a friend while my son is staying with his grandpa a few miles away. It's hard not seeing him every day. I need to find a new apartment.

I hope it's not the same girl that cheated on you. I hope I'm not being privy.I hope I'm not talking more than I should. I hope you sort this out.

The breaking up is usually my fault. No woman can handle this.

I've got to start doing things with more stability. Housing, women, whatever. At least for the boy's sake.

I don't drive. Which sucks because I live in the sticks. And also because at the weekend, I went to a friend's house for her birthday and they all got into a long and involved discussion about driving and I had to try and look like I wasn't so bored I wanted to die. And then another friend told a rape joke and then a different friend told me that I don't know what a hard day's work is. So it was fun. And everything is horrible at work. And my depression and anxiety are through the roof at the moment, and the only consolation is that I am distracted by how my exhaustion and muscle pain are also through the roof.

I hate all of being alive.

Now you're sorry you asked us to talk.

It's been a long time since I watched the movie.

aels wrote:I don't drive. Which sucks because I live in the sticks. And also because at the weekend, I went to a friend's house for her birthday and they all got into a long and involved discussion about driving and I had to try and look like I wasn't so bored I wanted to die. And then another friend told a rape joke and then a different friend told me that I don't know what a hard day's work is. So it was fun. And everything is horrible at work. And my depression and anxiety are through the roof at the moment, and the only consolation is that I am distracted by how my exhaustion and muscle pain are also through the roof.

I hate all of being alive.

Now you're sorry you asked us to talk.

Fanks Bruce. I'll get over it, I just need to take my meds more regularly and maybe dig out my SAD lamp and also eat more pizza probably?

Yes, eat some pizza. And drugs. You can never go wrong with pizza and drugs.

Gas prices are pretty sweet. I can fill up the tank for less than 20 bones, which hasn't been the case for like almost a decade. But the price of ground beef and steak seems to be spiking, which is shitty.

aels wrote:I don't drive. Which sucks because I live in the sticks. And also because at the weekend, I went to a friend's house for her birthday and they all got into a long and involved discussion about driving and I had to try and look like I wasn't so bored I wanted to die. And then another friend told a rape joke and then a different friend told me that I don't know what a hard day's work is. So it was fun. And everything is horrible at work. And my depression and anxiety are through the roof at the moment, and the only consolation is that I am distracted by how my exhaustion and muscle pain are also through the roof.

I hate all of being alive.

Now you're sorry you asked us to talk.

No, I'm never sorry to hear you out.

Also driving sucks, so don't worry. If public transportation in my damn country was safe and people weren't so ugly I would choose that over driving because I'm terrible at it.

I hate being reliant on other people for lifts and when I tell people I don't drive, they're always like 'YOU SHOULD LEARN TO DRIVE AND GET SOME INDEPENDENCE' and then I have to explain that the reason I haven't learnt to drive is because of health stuff that means I'm almost certainly not safe to drive and then everyone looks awkward. Although even if I was well, I think I would hate driving because I have no sense of direction. At all. I don't know where literally anything in the world is. I'd get two streets away and get frightened and have to ask a policeman how to get home.

I'm like that too! I can't really deviate from my normal route otherwise I will get lost forever and panic and think people will jump at me. That's why I never gave people lifts (apart that I hate people accompanying me, so yeah, if you asked me for a ride in that moment I would hate you) because I will never find my way back home. So people thought I was being a selfish bitch. (I'm not, I just really like being in my own world when I drive, listen to my music, stop for food whenever I want, I really don't like talking. People shouldn't talk to me ever.)

I've been driving for nearly two years. If I have to go a different route to what I normally do, or go somewhere new, I feel really uncomfortable that I'll get lost. The other week I was coming back from this new restaurant I'd been to, and my phone had no signal for the sat nav, and I got pretty worried, though I did make the right guesses and got home.

Well My week has been good, we finally got someone competent in the office so my work load has lightened up a bit. I have become addicted to ruzzle. My son is doing great. ONe of my best friend is pregnant.

What more can a girl ask for :)

Is ruzzle like some new Haitian drug?

Ruzzle is an ipad game lol a word game!

I do talk, just mostly on other forum sections. And I'm lucky to get any replies if I create a thread (though I understand my stuff is non issue at best and uninteresting at worst).

sikax wrote:I get to go to Napa for work this weekend to play with bugs. It's beautiful over there.

For my son's birthday last week I took him to see the new Night at the Museum movie. It was pretty funny.

My birthday is coming up. All I want is a handle of Wild Turkey and a hooker with whom to discuss mid-19th century Slavic Lit. She doesn't need to be Slavic, though.

My girlfriend and I broke up (again) and I'm living with a friend while my son is staying with his grandpa a few miles away. It's hard not seeing him every day. I need to find a new apartment.

Napa was super fun. I saw a fucking castle and drank free wine.

Didn't get any hookers, but I have drank Wild Turkey this week.

Found a nice spot not far from work. Get to live with Sonny again. Moving in within the next couple days.

Didn't sleep very well last night. Bad hangover right now. Was it worth it? Yes.

What castle was it?

I like castles.

From the outside it doesn't look that good, but from the inside it's like OMFG BEST CASTLE EVER!!