Once upon a time I had a small, yet significant, collection of old blues and jazz records. A couple of these were 1930-1940 vintage and going back to the roots of Jazz music. I never played the records, but, valued them a great deal, especially as my grandfather had started my collection and gotten me interested in music early on. Aside from the sentimental value, the record collection was worth $3-5,000.
I had been dating this little red head for some time and, being in college, not really paying her alot of attention. I blew off a dinner date in favor of a keg party/BBQ that turned into a 3 day bender. Clearly this should have been excused as it had been awhile since I'd last given my liver a good work out. Nonetheless, I came home to find solidfied black goo oozing out of my microwave... this turned out to be my record collection.
I'm over it now, but, at the time, violent action seemed like a good plan. Fortunately, saner minds prevailed and murder was avoided, however, the paint was stripped from a vehicle which was immensely satisfying.
Originally posted by Hand of HecateBattery acid??
Once upon a time I had a small, yet significant, collection of old blues and jazz records. A couple of these were 1930-1940 vintage and going back to the roots of Jazz music. I never played the records, but, valued them a great deal, especially as my grandfather had started my collection and gotten me interested in music early on. Aside from the se ...[text shortened]... er was avoided, however, the paint was stripped from a vehicle which was immensely satisfying.
Originally posted by NatsiaAnd, of course, your obviously deviant nature has nothing to do with this? I suspect that your bondage/S&M fetishes might be part of the reason you have trouble keeping a gimp... er, lover around.
Heh, while I am a readhead, I'm not the readhead.
Lets just say my luck in love leaves much to be desired 😛.
Originally posted by Hand of HecateWe have all been there.
Tell the story about those three weeks you spent with the Phillipino boy you smuggled back after a vacation in Southeast Asia. There's no break up story like the ones involving the FBI breaking down your door when you're high on opium.
Fine:
While I was still in highschool I discovered that my then boyfriend (also my first boyfriend) had dated and slept with my best friend, he was an art student and musician, he left a few things at my house, which he got back in pieces.
However he got his own back by selling off my cd walkman.
A few months later my sister admits to me that he had approached her with a "proposition"...
Had I known then what I know now, I probably would have gone a little further off the rails.
These days though I'm prone to giving a lounge lashing, its therapeutic for me to yell and swear and preform at least once. Not too drastic, but it helps.
A buddy of mine in college was dating this girl who was really better than he deserved. He treated her more like a maid than a girlfriend. But they were together for a while. Then he decides he wants to go away on a vacation for a week to the beach, but he doesn't want her to come along. He was planning a weeklong bender with the anticipation of an orgy or two and he didn't want to be "tied down". I told him he was playing with fire, but he wouldn't listen. He tells her he needs her to stay because he needed some of his clothes sewn, and he had a new puppy that he needed her to care for. I was amazed that she agreed to do it, when it was obvious to everyone what he was up to. When he got back from his drunken orgyfest, he got the shock of his life. His girlfriend had been very busy while he was gone. It seems she cut off 6" from the legs of every pair of pants he had (except the ones he had taken with him), she had removed every botton from every shirt he had, she had moved her stuff out of his apartment as well. But the worst thing is she fed that puppy scrambled eggs everyday, and never took that dog out of the house. He had peed and had the runs all over everywhere. She had also given him his dress shoes to gnaw on. When he saw the place he blew a gasket and I told him he deserved it for the way he treated her. Although they never got back together, he did learn not to take advantage of the ladies.