Undoubtably.

It's probably just a result of being so used to the rest of the Sig P series that anything different confuses me.

 

I got sick just reading that...

I would do it.

Shedevil, got an appt for mid-May instead of what was originally thought as the end of June.

Buy 1.75 liter bottles instead. Far better price per brain cell.

Hey naamah, is Wiener coming back on here or what?

RN I have not seen you in several fortnight, how have you been?

He was in a bunch last night.

Hes been floppin' around for a few days now.

Well where is he now, damn it he hasn't written back to my PM

Well...I need to head out, I'll talk to you guys later.

Maybe this will lure him out.

*lights the bat signal*

Maybe good.

Hello there

Did you happen to catch my update from last night?

Hung out some last weekend at the new range they are building in my neck of the woods...

So far, the class 3 lineup is looking pretty fucking good.

M2HB / M60 / M249 / M16 / Thompson SMG (both styles) / MP5 / Glock 18

I have a feeling I will be spending a lot of my time, and too much of my money, at the range.

Shooting is boring.

 
Sometimes I think.

They don't fit in the tool cabinet at work as well as the 750's.  

Nope. Tell me about it.

Everyone knows I don't think.

Ok

Sybian will sell you plans for drinking your own piss whiskey from a camelbak.

Refill the 750s from a 1.75L. Drink the left over.  Duh

 
I'd walk through hell wearing gasoline drawers to see you baby.

This past month or two, I have essentially forced all of the drama out of my life, and focused on rebuilding me instead.  I cut out toxic relationships, I have worked on me, both physically and emotionally, and even talked to a pro about what happened to me and what it all means in the grand scheme of my life.  I have listened to expert advice from you all and with the help of family and close friends; I have come back from wanting to essentially kill myself through booze, to loving to wake up every day.  As a result of my newly found happiness, I have met (on accident) an absolutely amazing gal, someone who for the first time in my life I can be myself around, and who likes me for just plain me. There is a long back story to how we met, as we have known each other for a little over a year now, and we sort of stumbled into this relationship with a little help from my friend who took me in last year.  As you all know I was thrown out of my house on my birthday last year.  What many of you don’t know is I lived out of my truck for about a month before my friend found out about that and was pissed off that I never talked to him about what was going on.  Anyway….I moved into his place and as a result of his location, I started to go to a different church (yes I go to church, I have historically gone as much as my schedule would allow).  Exposing me to a different community and meeting new people, is how I met this gal.  Being that I was going through a divorce, and an emotional train wreck (as some of you know first-hand.) I was in no shape or form in the place for any type of relationship.  Needless to say, I ran into this gal at mass several times as well as various social functions, we always talked and seemed to get along great.  Unbeknownst to me, she would always ask about me and how I was doing, and likewise…I would always ask about her.  Being that she was out of my league (like big time), I never expected anything to come of it.  Anyway, as I started to date again, and slowly put my life back together, I went through this self-destruction period where I was so wrapped up in my own misery that I didn’t care about others at all or how my actions affected them, I managed to hurt some people that I was close to…I still feel awful about some of my actions. But anyway, I digress…as a result of where I was, I had to take time away and focus on myself, and figuring out what I wanted….I was seeing a gal for a little bit (MF and IWK met), but for me, there was nothing there, so I had to end it with her…after some major drama with her, I swore off women.  I was freaking done.  For about a month, I was focused solely on me, and it was glorious….well, my friend whom I was living with a while back, was out drinking with some friends from church and this gal was asking about me again…my friend, who had enough booze in his system and was tired of tip toeing around the elephant finally told her that I had a crush on her, she was taken back and essentially told my friend that she felt the same (I know, this sounds like some high school shit).  Anyway to make a long and immature story short, I asked her to go on a date with me.  We agreed on a time, I picked her up and had the most amazing conversation that I have ever had with someone.  We were thrown out of the restaurant that we went to because they closed; we talked for easily 6-7 hours.  I felt that the date went great and apparently she did as well because two days later she got ahold of me and said that we have to go out again.  Needless to say we have been seeing each other almost daily and it has been awesome.  She is beautiful, super smart, has the same values as me, has a different sense of humor than me, essentially, we have parallel interests, but with enough differences to make things great between us.  I have been being super cautious with her, but at the same time she is being super patient, and actually wants to get to know me for me...It is insane how cutting out all the BS out of my life, listening to some simple advice from friends and family, and hitting rock bottom can force a change in perspective, that forced me to take a hard look at myself and change into the person that I am changing into.  I actually look forward to everyday now, and now that I am thinking clearly, I can see that I am actually pretty awesome, and worth having around.  It sounds like I have a superiority complex, but it is not like that at all.  Truthfully, this past year, I felt worthless, used, useless, and unwanted.  Now…not so much, now it feels like I am for the first time bringing something to the table of life, and it feels great.  Thanks for the encouragement, kind words, and listening.

Sometimes I think too. It is scary.

Welcome back.

my sister has begun her berating and verbal abuse bullshit on facebook, a week before we even have to move back up there. there is a damn good reason why I left and she is one of them. FSA is all she is, doesn't work that much, never went to college or tried to make a life for herself. got fired from her last job three years ago.

I knew it would work

Thank you

 

:)

The truth hurts sometimes no?

I'd love to live in one of the Western states.

 
It always works when I'm excited.

Holy wall of text! Fury~!
A little better.
You swear off women like I swear off drinking.

I am glad you are finding happiness.

sexy bitch

I am not surely.

Like I said last night RN....I don't need this girl in my life to be happy, cutting out the BS, drama, toxic people, and booze has done that on it's own.  The point is, I want this gal around....I don't need her around.

 
She sure is.

You would have done well in the Sex for Sam contest.



 

Welcome back, wiener.

Wheres this week's installment of nursing home dairies?

You were supposed to be my friend
But you lied and so it began

You were supposed to have my back
But you snuck in and stabbed me in my back
Now I have to fight back the hate
One look at you and I know it’s too late

I use my smile to conceal my eyes
I use it to hide the pain inside
Now every day I rise above
I see all the lies and I float above

I got a stuffy

Fury's text walls are always good to read.