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 Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 11:42 pm
dead guild is dead =(
this is really a sad day v_v
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 3:35 am
It's always like this during the winter months.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 5:52 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 9:15 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 9:57 am
Actually Zivy, I wont be doing commercials my friend is.. Though she is going to be doing a movie.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 10:20 am
i was in a movie... did a stunt
got hit by a car... it went bad
i rolled up the hood, up the windsheild, across the roof, then hit the pavement with my hip and drug my hand across the pavement tearing it open
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 10:36 am
So I was in Jail..
Now im out...
It was... not fun..
And I dont feel cool...
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 10:40 am
WEll I beat you all, I am fox !!!!! * points to slef * Awsomeness walking here!!! LOL no, I have alought of storys that made me. Want to hear them ?
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 10:45 am
Ill hear some.. If you will hear some..
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 10:46 am
YAY !!! story time !!!!! you first so I knwo what I have to keep it with in some standers.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 10:51 am
Alright.. well...
No rules.. or limits on the stories..
Unless you really think they are way to wrong to tell..
Uh... If i say my storys.. You cant think differently of me.. Because.. Thats not nice.. and i wouldnt to you..
So... ya..
Uh... hmm...
Well.. Other then me just getting arrested and thrown in jail...
Uh...
Most people know of my car getting railed into by a snow plow..
hmmm
I dont know..
You first..
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 10:58 am
ok the big one first, this is what truly made me.
I spent the frist nine years of my life in "boot camp" more or less. But because it was not in a camp or school but at my house there where no rules and laws that where not already being broken that could stop them from doing anythign that they wanted. ( them Aka grandfather. ) SO if we did anything we got hit and beaten till we blead and passed out and got up and just repeated the smae thing over and over again. My mother did not know this was going on for miny resions but that is a difrent story all togeather.
Training me like a robot, takeing the little ball of fun that i was the hyperactive energetic persion in to a disoplined persion that had nothing to do but work. SO this made me big and knowing how to do a few things that people should not need to know. Going to school with black eyes rope marks around your body parts there is only a few thing that could bw worse in my mind. This all ended once my mother cleaned her life up and started looking after the kids that he " loved " I know that she did or we would still be there. that is the only resion that I am here now. I know I would have eather died or killed my self from that. But that is a the bad part of this story. I still find it weard that I am still finding new scars that I could nto see before to this day and im 19 now....
And like you said dont jouge. .. your turn.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:10 am
Alright...
Well...
You did a starter story.. so will i..
My Home life..
Well.. If you can say I came from a home..
My parents split was I was 6 Messing my head up completely but not affecting the other two sibilings. I was used until 17, To get my sibilings to believe things that one parent wanted us to believe about the other...
Different story though..
Between the ages of 7 and 14.. I live with my mom.. If you could call it that..
My mom Would Goto work at 3 pm.. come home 3 am.. I Didnt have any parental figures in my life.. so If i went to school... which i hardly did.. because of how into drugs i became.. after i got home.. I would go out with my friends.. And if i went home.. Usually it was in the back of a squad. Curfew, Drug charges, B&E, Tresspassing.. Etc. At 14.. i got sent to military school.. St. Andrews in Chicago. I was kicked out in two months, for being to much trouble for Sarge to handle. Now I was Bigger, stronger and faster. I got sent to live with my father... Who is a clucker... Druggy..
And from 14 until i got strong enough to BEat my dad in the oh so many fist fights we had, 17 I live there with him. Getting beat for him being to messed up. I lived there alone, and as sure as he was doing drugs.. I started again.. Finally at 17, we got in one last fist fight, in which we both ended up in the hospital. My step mom kicked me out because i caused too much chaos.. Since 17.. Ive been on and off homeless.. Due To Drugs, Cops, and drama. 19 now.. 20 in September. I live with my gf now.. She takes care of me somewhat.. keeps me out of trouble.. or so she thought..
Have to do what i have to do to make money, trying to goto college..
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:19 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:31 am
*looks at raven*
arent we supposed to be married....?
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