The Unofficial Badmovies.org Random Thought Thread!

[indianasmith]

Weighed in at 231 this morning.
When I started back in June I was 279.  I am hoping to drop a couple more pounds in the next few days and be in the 220's for the first time in 20 years.

[Trevor]

Weighed in at 231 this morning.
When I started back in June I was 279.  I am hoping to drop a couple more pounds in the next few days and be in the 220's for the first time in 20 years.

[ER]

Man, if I had a penny for every dollar in my billfold I'd have SEVEN-HUNDRED PENNIES!

[LilCerberus]

Man, if I had a penny for every dollar in my billfold I'd have SEVEN-HUNDRED PENNIES!

Cool! You should stop by one of those bell ringers for the salivation army.
They're complaining that people don't carry cash anymore...

[Alex]

Man, if I had a penny for every dollar in my billfold I'd have SEVEN-HUNDRED PENNIES!

Cool! You should stop by one of those bell ringers for the salivation army.
They're complaining that people don't carry cash anymore...

I had never encoutered them before my christmas visit to the states two years ago. I made sure I donated to any charity which didn't annoy the hell out of me by constantly ringing a damn bell.

[ER]

That'll do, pig.

[Alex]

It isn't that this course has been difficult or unpleasant in any way, but I am so looking forward to getting home tomorrow. :)

[ER]

I find the trouble with being troubled is it's troubling.

[Alex]

Stress is what you get when you don't kill someone that you really want to.

[ER]

Stress is what you get when you don't kill someone that you really want to.

OMG! Tell me about it. I used to tremble I wanted to kill this one man so much. I got all mixed up inside and would cry thinking about how he was alive when he shouldn't have been. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, I got headaches, I used to change my appearance the way I'd been taught and stalk him, I learned everything about him and where he worked and went and with whom he associated, what his habits were, I used to sit in my bed and pour bullets out and decide which one would be the one to kill him. That used to give me this horrible black happiness. I thought about how to do it til I had a great plan (it didn't involve shooting), and I wanted him dead so badly I worried I was going to lose my hair or something.

So nice that someone else out there understands!

Of course a lot of it could have been the fact that my employers had kind of twisted my brain, since I have no desire to hurt anyone now and didn't before then but you get in a rut and revenge starts seeming like justice. I told a co-worker about it and he said before he'd let me do something like that he'd stop me even if he had to report me, which only served to make me mad at him, not make me want to murder this man any less.


Such a weird time, I would spend days watching my cousin's son, going to parks, viewing PBS Kids shows, gentle as a lamb with him and everyone else, but at night I'd go follow some man wondering if I was actually going to kill him.

Um, spoiler, I never hurt him in any way, but, yeah, it IS stressful, for sure. True.

[Alex]

Stress is what you get when you don't kill someone that you really want to.

OMG! Tell me about it. I used to tremble I wanted to kill this one man so much. I got all mixed up inside and would cry thinking about how he was alive when he shouldn't have been. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, I got headaches, I used to change my appearance the way I'd been taught and stalk him, I learned everything about him and where he worked and went and with whom he associated, what his habits were, I used to sit in my bed and pour bullets out and decide which one would be the one to kill him. That used to give me this horrible black happiness. I thought about how to do it til I had a great plan (it didn't involve shooting), and I wanted him dead so badly I worried I was going to lose my hair or something.

So nice that someone else out there understands!

Of course a lot of it could have been the fact that my employers had kind of twisted my brain, since I have no desire to hurt anyone now and didn't before then but you get in a rut and revenge starts seeming like justice. I told a co-worker about it and he said before he'd let me do something like that he'd stop me even if he had to report me, which only served to make me mad at him, not make me want to murder this man any less.


Such a weird time, I would spend days watching my cousin's son, going to parks, viewing PBS Kids shows, gentle as a lamb with him and everyone else, but at night I'd go follow some man wondering if I was actually going to kill him.

Um, spoiler, I never hurt him in any way, but, yeah, it IS stressful, for sure. True.

I remember you making a post about saying prayers on someone's behalf that they get out of perdition earlier. Maybe you should find if their is one to do the opposite.

[ER]

Stress is what you get when you don't kill someone that you really want to.

OMG! Tell me about it. I used to tremble I wanted to kill this one man so much. I got all mixed up inside and would cry thinking about how he was alive when he shouldn't have been. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, I got headaches, I used to change my appearance the way I'd been taught and stalk him, I learned everything about him and where he worked and went and with whom he associated, what his habits were, I used to sit in my bed and pour bullets out and decide which one would be the one to kill him. That used to give me this horrible black happiness. I thought about how to do it til I had a great plan (it didn't involve shooting), and I wanted him dead so badly I worried I was going to lose my hair or something.

So nice that someone else out there understands!

Of course a lot of it could have been the fact that my employers had kind of twisted my brain, since I have no desire to hurt anyone now and didn't before then but you get in a rut and revenge starts seeming like justice. I told a co-worker about it and he said before he'd let me do something like that he'd stop me even if he had to report me, which only served to make me mad at him, not make me want to murder this man any less.


Such a weird time, I would spend days watching my cousin's son, going to parks, viewing PBS Kids shows, gentle as a lamb with him and everyone else, but at night I'd go follow some man wondering if I was actually going to kill him.

Um, spoiler, I never hurt him in any way, but, yeah, it IS stressful, for sure. True.

I remember you making a post about saying prayers on someone's behalf that they get out of perdition earlier. Maybe you should find if their is one to do the opposite.

You're so wise.

[Leah]

I find it funny how some people I know have a hard time understanding that I am a masochist when it comes to both movies and cars. I have a plan for an old Gremlin: put a Hemi engine in it and call it the Hemi Gremi.

[claws]

So, the new trendy cooking grease is "schmalz." As a cook, color me unsurprised. I've been using it when nobody cared about it, except for old world German grandmas.

[LilCerberus]

Krampusnacht, anyone?

How about Festivus?