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Post by Zarsthor on Sept 21, 2009 2:29:30 GMT 1
*Hugs or Buchy*
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Post by Rascarin on Sept 28, 2009 1:01:03 GMT 1
Not really the right topic, but it doesn't really come under Hates, so...
My mother. I left for Uni yesterday, and her last words (other than "love you") were "Don't turn gay".
Great.
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Post by Mister Buch on Sept 28, 2009 1:17:37 GMT 1
Any chance that this means she already knows, or suspects? If so, it may be less of a blow for her.
Also - So you've moved, eh?
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Post by Rascarin on Sept 28, 2009 8:31:38 GMT 1
I don't think I've given her any reason to suspect anything...
Yes! All moved in! I'll get pictures of my room, soon. My flat-mates are all quite loud... at half three in the morning.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Sept 28, 2009 9:46:40 GMT 1
Still at least it's fun AND away from your family... right?
Anyways... I hate it when people tried to force you to be ungay and all that stuff. Come on... seriously. Trying to foce someone to be hetrosexual is like trying to force Juilet to not love Romeo. And look how that turn out...
It's human nature to love something from the depths of our emotions. You can't enforce it.
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Post by Zarsthor on Sept 28, 2009 13:19:06 GMT 1
Welcome to studne tlife Rascarin! It gets worse and better at the same time! Just you wait till the kitchen and toilet smells like a roadkill haven.
Ah the memories!
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Sept 29, 2009 9:46:27 GMT 1
On the bright side of it... at least you can be daring and reckless as you want
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Post by Rascarin on Sept 29, 2009 11:04:26 GMT 1
I'm not sharing a bathroom, thankfully; I couldnt cope with that. The kitchen is a bit of a state already, though... I'm the only one that cleans.
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Post by Mister Buch on Sept 29, 2009 11:35:12 GMT 1
So how are the flatmates? Do you like 'em?
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Post by Rascarin on Sept 29, 2009 14:49:10 GMT 1
They seem alright. There's Toby, the very posh and slightly camp guy, The "other guy" whos name I don't know yet, who looks like a chav but seems quite nice, Julie, the punky northerner, Becky, the pretty one, and "the french girl", who's name I haven't learned yet either. We're a pretty mixed bunch, but we get on ok.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Sept 29, 2009 15:03:38 GMT 1
Sounds alright so far. Hopefully you have a good time Rascarin
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Post by Rascarin on Jan 29, 2010 15:36:33 GMT 1
Woo! Resurrecting this old thread.
This time, its having ones drink spiked in a club. From what I've pieced together of the evening, it was GHB, administered when some random guy put a straw in my drink. I remember distinctly little of the evening, except that I fell over a LOT. I wasn't drunk, either, because I'd only had three WKD's. =/
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Post by Cali on Jan 29, 2010 17:38:41 GMT 1
That's really scary.
Another reason why people should just drink at home. My brother used to date a bartender, and she had to deal with groping drunk assholes all day. There's also barfights, and of course what Ras just mentioned.
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Post by Zarsthor on Jan 30, 2010 1:08:49 GMT 1
Rascal never ever ever let anybody touch your drink. If you left your drink unattended at all do not drink it. And do not accept drinks from young men you do not know unless you watch his every move. And always make a packed with friends to make sure you all get home. Yeah it sounds like nagging but this shit be serious! The stories I could tell you. An ex-friend of mine got spiked on multiple occasions but we could never get it through to her that she was being a moron. Then it finally happened. We weren't with her, she went out, got spiked and you can guess the rest. Couple of years ago something similar happened to my sister. Someone spiked her but the medication she was on caused an unusual effect and she couldn't stop screaming like she was in pain. That was seriously frightening.
Anyway, do not trust strangers. They're all dicks until you know them. Then they might still be dicks but at least you know it for sure.
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Post by Rascarin on Jan 30, 2010 15:24:40 GMT 1
I didn't even speak to the guy that did it. I took a sip of my drink, and it all bubbled over, so I held it away from me until it was done. Then the guy just reached over and put the straw in. I assumed he had done it so I didn't spill my drink again, so thought nothing of it.
Within the hour, I was falling asleep on my feet on the dancefloor. I remember one period when one friend was trying to hold me up, and I kept faceplanting into a wall.
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