Toronto Trim's Hotel Cum Drop-in Centre

[Nut Case, Sensitive]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Did not know how I'd live my life Without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights
Thinking how you'd done me wrong
That I grew strong
Now I'm strong

Now you're back
From outer space
And I walked in to find you here with that look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had know for just one second you'd be back to bother me
Now go
Walk out the door
Just turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
You think I'd crumble
You think I'd lay down and die
Oh, no not I
I will survive!
For as long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive
I've got all mjy life to live
I've got all my love to give
I'll survive
I will survive
HEY HEY!

The man who has plenty of good peanuts,
and gives his neighbour none.
He won't have any of my peanuts
when his peanuts are gone!
When his peanuts are gone - when his peanuts are gone.
He won't have any of my peanuts
when his peanuts are gone!


NUTS!

[Not Bob]

Originally posted by str8outavannuys
Move to strike, lacks foundation, assumes facts.

Chicks dig the litigation schtick.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
Is this in response to my Y2K celebration? Because if you think coming home to a drunk guy in mid-psychotic episode is better than having to sit home at your house for New Tear's Eve, maybe you should sit your husband down and have an airing of grievances. rp might be able to provide some helpful break-up key words to get the conversation started.

Fine. Fuck you all.


edited because you people are so bitchy today.

[ABBAKiss]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
OK, if it makes you feel better, I was driving home from a New Years party one year, and one of the guys at the party decided to follow me home. At 4:00am. It was about 20 miles. Who do you call at 4:00am when you see a car, the only car on the freeway, following you home? I mean besides the police. Who don't really care because nothing has happened yet. But it was scary. I drove around several blocks because I didn't want this guy to know where I lived. So I went to a 7-11 where there was an interesting/scary conversation in the parking lot. So I went inside when he started freaking me out. Sometimes "go away" just doesn't work.

This was such a non-story. When you tell a story, have a point. You're like a Chatty Kathy doll.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

I'm not a lawyer, but I figured I should post this here to get some reactions from lawyers, since I was dating one for awhile and I wanted to know if this is normal for you guys.

So, I'm dating this lawyer chick. She's all wound up, man. I'm a pretty laid back guy and I dig her, but she's kind of intense, you know? Here is an example. I have this modest lunchbox collection. You know, nothing special, just a few boxes I bought that reminded me of my childhood. Something fun.

This chick seizes on it like it is my life, man. I mean she is on a mission to collect every lunchbox that has ever been produced, buying me lunchboxes like crazy all the time. I mean, how about a nice, new shiny carabiner or something for my birthday? Not a chance. Now I store my boxers in an A-Team lunchbox and my flour in a Casper box. I'm not even going to say what I keep in the mint Leave it to Beaver lunchbox.

And if it isn't lunchboxes, it's fucking horses. I like horses. They seem cool enough. I even went to a Dude Ranch once. But if I have to hear one more word about horses, man, I'm going to flip right the fuck out. Saddles. Bits. Brushes. Who cares, man? I mean, I like sniffing glue as much as the next guy, but that's about as close as I get to horsies as an adult.

Plus, she's a little nutty. She throws me this big party, which is cool, I must admit. But then she flips out because I don't go and pick up my own cake. Then she gets all self-righteous on me and reminds me over and over again that she is doing all of this for me and I should appreciate it. I would have preferred a cupcake and a candle with just the two of us, man. But she has to make a big thing out of it and then gets all worked up. Now I have to pull out the extra lunchbox seats for these guests and pick up a cake and shit. She has three cars, man. Use one and get the cake. I'll be over here drinking beer out of my Dukes of Hazzard lunchbox.

So, I need a break. I mean a serious break. I decide to get as far away from her physically and mentally as possible for awhile without visiting the moon, you know? Everest. She could not possibly bother me when I'm up there man. I don't even like climbing, but I am seriously looking forward to this and I figure I am qualified because I am already climbing the walls, dude.

While I'm up there, my mind is clear, man. I mean, I can see clearly now and I don't have someone yapping and complaining in my ear about this and that. "I'm so cute." "You really should appreciate all I do for you." "Pick this up." "Put that down." "Hand me that saddle." "Put this lunchbox with the rest." None of that. And she is not even that cute, dude.

So, when I get back, I think maybe things will be better. Maybe she'll stop being so controlling, you know? I test out my theory by saying I would like to see some of my friends, who I have missed while I was away. No big deal, right? We're just going to play golf. Well, it interferes with something she already planned (not the homecoming party she planned for me and 100 of her friends), so she flips out. Plus, it looks like she gained a few while I was gone (four pounds, my ass).

So she wants to break up with me? Ain't that a bitch, man? Telling me I'm selfish for spending money to do something very few people in the world can say they have done. I could have been feeding orphans or something with that money. Is she joking, dude? She has three cars and 36 horses. Does she post here? Has she mentioned how much her saddles cost?

But I am out. Free. Gone. Life is good. At least I think so until
I go to the drawer to burn that bitch's passport. (Why she keeps it here to begin with, I will never know.) Of course, it's gone. Seems she snuck into my house, like a lunatic and took it. But at least she returned the key. I wonder how many copies she has.

Is this normal for lawyer chicks? I like your income, but are you all as batshit crazy as this? I need to know because I'm going out on a date with this paigow girl and I think she's a lawyer too.

Thanks in advance.

"Anon"

[sunnybunny]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
I'm not a lawyer, but I figured I should post this here to get some reactions from lawyers, since I was dating one for awhile and I wanted to know if this is normal for you guys.

So, I'm dating this lawyer chick. She's all wound up, man. I'm a pretty laid back guy and I dig her, but she's kind of intense, you know? Here is an example. I have this modest lunchbox collection. You know, nothing special, just a few boxes I bought that reminded me of my childhood. Something fun.

This chick seizes on it like it is my life, man. I mean she is on a mission to collect every lunchbox that has ever been produced, buying me lunchboxes like crazy all the time. I mean, how about a nice, new shiny carabiner or something for my birthday? Not a chance. Now I store my boxers in an A-Team lunchbox and my flour in a Casper box. I'm not even going to say what I keep in the mint Leave it to Beaver lunchbox.

And if it isn't lunchboxes, it's fucking horses. I like horses. They seem cool enough. I even went to a Dude Ranch once. But if I have to hear one more word about horses, man, I'm going to flip right the fuck out. Saddles. Bits. Brushes. Who cares, man? I mean, I like sniffing glue as much as the next guy, but that's about as close as I get to horsies as an adult.

Plus, she's a little nutty. She throws me this big party, which is cool, I must admit. But then she flips out because I don't go and pick up my own cake. Then she gets all self-righteous on me and reminds me over and over again that she is doing all of this for me and I should appreciate it. I would have preferred a cupcake and a candle with just the two of us, man. But she has to make a big thing out of it and then gets all worked up. Now I have to pull out the extra lunchbox seats for these guests and pick up a cake and shit. She has three cars, man. Use one and get the cake. I'll be over here drinking beer out of my Dukes of Hazzard lunchbox.

So, I need a break. I mean a serious break. I decide to get as far away from her physically and mentally as possible for awhile without visiting the moon, you know? Everest. She could not possibly bother me when I'm up there man. I don't even like climbing, but I am seriously looking forward to this and I figure I am qualified because I am already climbing the walls, dude.

While I'm up there, my mind is clear, man. I mean, I can see clearly now and I don't have someone yapping and complaining in my ear about this and that. "I'm so cute." "You really should appreciate all I do for you." "Pick this up." "Put that down." "Hand me that saddle." "Put this lunchbox with the rest." None of that. And she is not even that cute, dude.

So, when I get back, I think maybe things will be better. Maybe she'll stop being so controlling, you know? I test out my theory by saying I would like to see some of my friends, who I have missed while I was away. No big deal, right? We're just going to play golf. Well, it interferes with something she already planned (not the homecoming party she planned for me and 100 of her friends), so she flips out. Plus, it looks like she gained a few while I was gone (four pounds, my ass).

So she wants to break up with me? Ain't that a bitch, man? Telling me I'm selfish for spending money to do something very few people in the world can say they have done. I could have been feeding orphans or something with that money. Is she joking, dude? She has three cars and 36 horses. Does she post here? Has she mentioned how much her saddles cost?

But I am out. Free. Gone. Life is good. At least I think so until
I go to the drawer to burn that bitch's passport. (Why she keeps it here to begin with, I will never know.) Of course, it's gone. Seems she snuck into my house, like a lunatic and took it. But at least she returned the key. I wonder how many copies she has.

Is this normal for lawyer chicks? I like your income, but are you all as batshit crazy as this? I need to know because I'm going out on a date with this paigow girl and I think she's a lawyer too.

Thanks in advance.

"Anon"

Is it just me, or do you think Thurgreed spent an awful lot of energy on this for someone who doesn't like me? I think he's got a crush on me.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by sunnybunny
Is it just me, or do you think Thurgreed spent an awful lot of energy on this for someone who doesn't like me? I think he's got a crush on me.

It's just you.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by NotFromHere

OK, if it makes you feel better, I was driving home from a New Years party one year, and one of the guys at the party decided to follow me home. At 4:00am. It was about 20 miles. Who do you call at 4:00am when you see a car, the only car on the freeway, following you home? I mean besides the police. Who don't really care because nothing has happened yet. But it was scary. I drove around several blocks because I didn't want this guy to know where I lived. So I went to a 7-11 where there was an interesting/scary conversation in the parking lot. So I went inside when he started freaking me out. Sometimes "go away" just doesn't work.

Drive to the fucking police station. Or fire station.

Aren't you an expert sports car driver? This was the perfect time to put the overcompensatingmobile to use! Christ, I actually drove my SUV offroad (and through a river, which I don't recommend) when I owned one.

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
No. Did you see what I quoted?

But at least you had fun up until then, didn't you?

There were scores of huge parties that got cancelled that night. Like, biggest parties of your life type things. Not to mention the huge party in the Space Needle that some poor schmuck had to pay several hundred thousand dollars even though there was no party.

You are a bizarre person if you are still holding onto disappointment over not going to once-in-a-lifetime Y2k parties. Like any New Year's party is ever as fun as it was billed to be.

Here's a guess: the parties would have been too crowded, you would have had to wait in long lines for the too few bars and then waitstaff would have handed out glasses of cheap champagne around 11:50. you'd be stuck in a 20 woman-deep line for the restroom when the ball dropped. and the fireworks would have been mainly duds anyway. then you would have driven home drunk and been lucky not to get caught in one of the infamous New Year's sobriety check-points. later you'd have some sloppy drunk New Year's sex with the Mr. and fallen asleep without feeling particularly fulfilled. the next day you would rave to your girlfriends about how you were at the party of a lifetime and how amazing the entire night was. magical really. and by now you would have forgotten the details of the actual night and made up some fairytale of wonderfulness that you whip out during cocktail conversation because you think that anyone gives a flying fuck how you celebrated y2k.

Yeah, I guess you really did need one of those big parties. I'm sorry you will have to die unfulfilled now. Sad.

[sunnybunny]

Originally posted by sunnybunny
Is it just me, or do you think Thurgreed spent an awful lot of energy on this for someone who doesn't like me? I think he's got a crush on me.

Oh, and another thing Thurgreed, if you're gonna try and do a character piece, you should at least know the character...he's been around horses longer than I have and gave me a list of lunchboxes he wanted me to locate while he was gone and asked me to throw the party and barked out details of it when he called from the mountain. But you can make up shit you don't know, if it makes you happy honey...whatever makes you feel better about your fucking shit ass life.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
I'm not a lawyer, but I figured I should post this here to get some reactions from lawyers, since I was dating one for awhile and I wanted to know if this is normal for you guys.

So, I'm dating this lawyer chick. She's all wound up, man. I'm a pretty laid back guy and I dig her, but she's kind of intense, you know? Here is an example. I have this modest lunchbox collection. You know, nothing special, just a few boxes I bought that reminded me of my childhood. Something fun.

This chick seizes on it like it is my life, man. I mean she is on a mission to collect every lunchbox that has ever been produced, buying me lunchboxes like crazy all the time. I mean, how about a nice, new shiny carabiner or something for my birthday? Not a chance. Now I store my boxers in an A-Team lunchbox and my flour in a Casper box. I'm not even going to say what I keep in the mint Leave it to Beaver lunchbox.

And if it isn't lunchboxes, it's fucking horses. I like horses. They seem cool enough. I even went to a Dude Ranch once. But if I have to hear one more word about horses, man, I'm going to flip right the fuck out. Saddles. Bits. Brushes. Who cares, man? I mean, I like sniffing glue as much as the next guy, but that's about as close as I get to horsies as an adult.

Plus, she's a little nutty. She throws me this big party, which is cool, I must admit. But then she flips out because I don't go and pick up my own cake. Then she gets all self-righteous on me and reminds me over and over again that she is doing all of this for me and I should appreciate it. I would have preferred a cupcake and a candle with just the two of us, man. But she has to make a big thing out of it and then gets all worked up. Now I have to pull out the extra lunchbox seats for these guests and pick up a cake and shit. She has three cars, man. Use one and get the cake. I'll be over here drinking beer out of my Dukes of Hazzard lunchbox.

So, I need a break. I mean a serious break. I decide to get as far away from her physically and mentally as possible for awhile without visiting the moon, you know? Everest. She could not possibly bother me when I'm up there man. I don't even like climbing, but I am seriously looking forward to this and I figure I am qualified because I am already climbing the walls, dude.

While I'm up there, my mind is clear, man. I mean, I can see clearly now and I don't have someone yapping and complaining in my ear about this and that. "I'm so cute." "You really should appreciate all I do for you." "Pick this up." "Put that down." "Hand me that saddle." "Put this lunchbox with the rest." None of that. And she is not even that cute, dude.

So, when I get back, I think maybe things will be better. Maybe she'll stop being so controlling, you know? I test out my theory by saying I would like to see some of my friends, who I have missed while I was away. No big deal, right? We're just going to play golf. Well, it interferes with something she already planned (not the homecoming party she planned for me and 100 of her friends), so she flips out. Plus, it looks like she gained a few while I was gone (four pounds, my ass).

So she wants to break up with me? Ain't that a bitch, man? Telling me I'm selfish for spending money to do something very few people in the world can say they have done. I could have been feeding orphans or something with that money. Is she joking, dude? She has three cars and 36 horses. Does she post here? Has she mentioned how much her saddles cost?

But I am out. Free. Gone. Life is good. At least I think so until
I go to the drawer to burn that bitch's passport. (Why she keeps it here to begin with, I will never know.) Of course, it's gone. Seems she snuck into my house, like a lunatic and took it. But at least she returned the key. I wonder how many copies she has.

Is this normal for lawyer chicks? I like your income, but are you all as batshit crazy as this? I need to know because I'm going out on a date with this paigow girl and I think she's a lawyer too.

Thanks in advance.

"Anon"

I bet all of your Playboys were gone when you got back, too.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by sunnybunny
Oh, and another thing Thurgreed, if you're gonna try and do a character piece, you should at least know the character...

No he shouldn't. His fictional creation is much more interesting than your real life.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by sunnybunny
Oh, and another thing Thurgreed, if you're gonna try and do a character piece, you should at least know the character...he's been around horses longer than I have and gave me a list of lunchboxes he wanted me to locate while he was gone and asked me to throw the party and barked out details of it when he called from the mountain. But you can make up shit you don't know, if it makes you happy honey...whatever makes you feel better about your fucking shit ass life.

Um, bunny... the character is you.

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
Drive to the fucking police station. Or fire station.

Aren't you an expert sports car driver? This was the perfect time to put the overcompensatingmobile to use! Christ, I actually drove my SUV offroad (and through a river, which I don't recommend) when I owned one.

Is it really a good idea to drive to the police station when you've been drinking for hours?

[Iron Steve]

Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
It's just you.

I'm on the fence. I think that this might be like the time back in junior high when Not_Bob dipped MaryLou's pony-tail in the inkwell on his desk in order to get her attention.