a syc0tik Jason

[Jeansi]

happy bd syco!
I still think you should screw jason.

[Dabram]

happy birthday jason

[Mobey]

hb jason.....

i let my lil cousin type that she's gonna become a computer nerd..

[arrogance]

Happy birthday whoreface!

[abrasion]

I turn 7 in 6, 5, 4, 2, ooo i skipped a number, 3, 2, 1.

WOOT! 7 fackin yr's 0lddi0!

[Galleleo]

Habby Pirthday J

[MusLimStuDiO1]

hpy b-day, many more to come.

[Ace]

Meh, I don't really feel old yet. I was going around telling everyone I was a fifth of a century old today though. It sounds uber-cool as compared to, "Yeah, I'm 20." :]

Well does me saying im 1/4 a centruy old make me sound uber something?

[Bilbo]

Happy belated birthday Mr.Anagram.

[Jason]

Well does me saying im 1/4 a centruy old make me sound uber something?

I'd say "a 1/4 century" sounds better than "twenty five." :]

Thanks Bilbz, and thank you to everyone else as well!

[Jerome Scuggs]

Check my thread about birthday celebration ideas. I really can't celebrate today. I worked this morning, and my girl is working tonight. We're waiting until the weekend to get together. Thanks for the birthday wishes though dude! :]

all this emo shit and you have a GIRLFRIEND?!?!

happy 20th dude. one more year and you can DRINK!

[Jason]

First of all, please allow me to apologize to you in advance, Jerome. I'm not doing this to lash out at you specifically. I'm just a little bit sauced up on some brandy and some meds. Therefore, I'm in a mood to ramble on and on, and really just tear that little statement about emo shit to shreds. No offense to you dude. No offense, I mean that.

1.) I got so fucked up in the head that I had a nervous breakdown, became suicidal and ended up having to leave college in the middle of my sophomore year.

2.) I came home and started living with my parents in a town consisting of more cows than people. Consider it my own rural prison. There are no people my age around here. There is nothing to take my mind off of the fact that I am losing my mind.

3.) I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Basically, it went like this, "Hey son, you're fucked up, and there's nothing you can do about it except take these pills for the rest of your life and hope you can cope!"

4.) I went back up to school a few weeks ago to see three fellas whom I thought were close friends of mine. I show up on a Saturday. They had promised me a weekend of drinking and comraderie. Every one of those motherfuckers blew me off. I sat in an apartment watching TV. Hell, I can do that at home with my parents in my little shit town.

5.) Whilst I was up visiting the guys, my ex-girlfriend, the girl I was with when I had the breakdown, the girl who gave me one hell of a mindtrip, the girl who didn't give a fuck about me when I was going bat shit crazy, she shows up and says, "I miss you. We need to be closer... but I want you to try to move on." Score one for manipulative bitches.

6.) I'm still up visiting those wonderful friends of mine, and WHAMMO! I get t-boned by some dipshit in the city. My car is fucked. Insult to injury, here we go!

7.) I get back home, friendless, utterly confused about the ex, and toting a fucked up car to boot. At this point, my mother thinks, only thinks mind you... she has no real evidence of my true intentions, but she thinks I might commit suicide. So guess what? I was out for a run, a fucking run right? I used to be in Cross Country and Track back in high school. I LIKE to run. It clears my head. Well, I'm out for a run and all of a sudden, two cops pull off the road just up ahead of me, and the next thing I know, I'm handcuffed in the back of one of those cars, on my way to the psychiatric ward of some local, county hospital, a real shithole. My mother called the police and told them she thought I was going to jump in front of a car. I got to spend four days confined to a really tiny fucking area, filled with people one hell of a lot more fucked up than me. I'm talking schizophrenics, guys and gals who are hallucinating, there was this one old lady who came over to my room every night just before I'd go to bed, and she would beg me to pray to Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, pray to him that she would not die in her sleep. Let me tell you, you have not lived until you've spent some time in a psych ward. You just haven't lived.

8.) I get out of the psych ward. Drexel University, the school I was hoping to attend come this fall, they've sent me my financial aid package. Those bureaucratic cocksuckers expect me to cough up $30,000 per year to attend their university. My parents have a combined annual income of just a tad over $50,000. Mind you, I've got stellar grades. The only reason they're fucking me in the ass is because they see me taking a leave of absence from my previous college and think, "Oh, he's just some non-committed punk who will probably end up dropping out." Those sons of bitches don't give a shit about the real life circumstances surrounding my situation. They're aren't sympathetic to the fact that I got slapped in the face with this bipolar shit. So basically, no Drexel for Jason. Insult to injury, here we go again!

9.) Remember back to the ex-girlfriend, if you would. She got me all sorts of confused as to what she wanted. I couldn't tell if she wanted to get back together. If she wanted me to move on. If she was just maybe looking for a good fuck 'cause she hadn't gotten off in awhile. I was clueless. Well, it's important for you to note that roughly three weeks after I initially came home from school, I was up in a little city in south eastern New York, a place called Binghamton. I was there to see my psychiatrist. And after leaving her office after an appointment, I happened to stop and get some gas. The girl behind the counter is a fucking knock-out. She's exactly my type, sort of a mix between a punk chick and a goth chick, but easy on the goth. We strike up a conversation and hit it off. So throughout everything I've told you thus far, I've routinely seen this girl. I mean she's my fucking miracle, the last thing I ever expected to find. I didn't DARE start a relationship with her though. I mean come on. Look at all the emotional baggage I'm bringing to the table. I just couldn't do it to her. So you know, I blew her off. I told her I was still hung up on my ex. I told her I was nucking futs. I spilled every last ounce of the beans. And after all that, after she heard every last thing I had to say, she leans in close to me, and she says, "So what?" That absolutely fucking amazing woman is now my girlfriend. She took a look at all the shit I've got going on, and she didn't give a flying fuck. She's got feelings for me, and that's all that matters to her.

So yeah, after all that emo shit, I do have a girlfriend, and I'm thanking my lucky stars every chance I get. Every time I thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. Until finally the snowball stopped rolling down the mountain and there she was. She's the one break I've managed to catch in the last fourteen months or so. I have a girlfriend, and she's kickass. It's fucking beautiful is what it is.

[Pandagirl!]

That's a great story Jason *sniff* If that was a movie, it would win an Oscar.

[Mulkero]

Happy birthday and good luck with the girl

[Subjugation]

wow. helluva story. hope things work out with school and ur new flame.