I seem to be totally addicted to this board, it's hard to get off the darn keyboard.
Whenever I am away from home, I feel this need of finding a computer with internet connection for checking GFY posts and adding my 2 cents to it - in the shopping mall or in rest areas on the highway. My friends are all getting paraniod about this addiction. My girlfriend left me, my dog left me, my family abandoned me and I got kicked out of work for spending too much time here. I had to sell my car in order to pay for RoadRunner because GFY on 56k ain't feeling good and makes me all nervous. In addition I don't even have the time to exercise anymore, my lazy body gets all fat and nasty, I sweat very easily during hot summer days. I can't even afford to buy water to compensate for the lost sweat - why I need to buy water ? Because I can't bend over for a water fountain. Did I mention I gained 235 pounds ever since I signed up at this board in June ? Can you imagine the miserable situation I am in ? Nobody even calls me to go out anymore because they are all ashamed to present me (and my GFY longsleeve) to their friends. People call me the "Sweaty-Pete" and start screaming GOFUCKYOURSELF even from far distance whenever they spot me. A few days ago my neighbor, actually ex-neighbor (I got kicked out of my apartment for not paying the rent - those bastards destroyed my GFY posters too
), tried to hit me with his car cuz I tapped in his DSL line illegally during the time I didn't have RoadRunner (they cancelled my account a while ago for overusage) - but now that I signed on with a fake name and a fake CC, I am on RR again and happily viewing GFY every day. Back to the neighbor: So that fuck tried to hit me - dunno if he wanted to kill me or just injure me really bad - anyways, I quickly jumped to the side (as quick as a 421 pound man can jump) and managed to hit him with my strong left elbow and break his nose (didn't want to damage the right sleeve of my GFY shirt, it's the so called "Holy Side Of GFY"). Ever since I am getting letters from the police in my (ex-)mailbox... but I don't care since I don't live there anymore.
It is horrible and I do not seem being able to control it. Lately I even started dreaming in back and yellow - I thought I was on an OD of drugs. Maybe it was just the heat of the night... it's hard to breath with all that fat around my neck... sigh.
Whenever I am away from home, I feel this need of finding a computer with internet connection for checking GFY posts and adding my 2 cents to it - in the shopping mall or in rest areas on the highway. My friends are all getting paraniod about this addiction. My girlfriend left me, my dog left me, my family abandoned me and I got kicked out of work for spending too much time here. I had to sell my car in order to pay for RoadRunner because GFY on 56k ain't feeling good and makes me all nervous. In addition I don't even have the time to exercise anymore, my lazy body gets all fat and nasty, I sweat very easily during hot summer days. I can't even afford to buy water to compensate for the lost sweat - why I need to buy water ? Because I can't bend over for a water fountain. Did I mention I gained 235 pounds ever since I signed up at this board in June ? Can you imagine the miserable situation I am in ? Nobody even calls me to go out anymore because they are all ashamed to present me (and my GFY longsleeve) to their friends. People call me the "Sweaty-Pete" and start screaming GOFUCKYOURSELF even from far distance whenever they spot me. A few days ago my neighbor, actually ex-neighbor (I got kicked out of my apartment for not paying the rent - those bastards destroyed my GFY posters too
), tried to hit me with his car cuz I tapped in his DSL line illegally during the time I didn't have RoadRunner (they cancelled my account a while ago for overusage) - but now that I signed on with a fake name and a fake CC, I am on RR again and happily viewing GFY every day. Back to the neighbor: So that fuck tried to hit me - dunno if he wanted to kill me or just injure me really bad - anyways, I quickly jumped to the side (as quick as a 421 pound man can jump) and managed to hit him with my strong left elbow and break his nose (didn't want to damage the right sleeve of my GFY shirt, it's the so called "Holy Side Of GFY"). Ever since I am getting letters from the police in my (ex-)mailbox... but I don't care since I don't live there anymore.It is horrible and I do not seem being able to control it. Lately I even started dreaming in back and yellow - I thought I was on an OD of drugs. Maybe it was just the heat of the night... it's hard to breath with all that fat around my neck... sigh.
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