What Bad Shit Have You Done - Daily, As it Comes To You, Your Past, Lets Be Honest

[Philippa]

NIKI That's pretty funny actually. I had to giggle.

I had a friend once who was certain her father was gay (as I am with my own father), and I think to get back at him for allowing his wifes brother to get away with molesting her as a child, she sent him a male stripper on his birthday!:D:laugh::roflmao:

 

[Grace11]

I voted for Bush both times....

Hilarious!!

 

[Heather]

Ok here's another one. I don't know how old I was maybe 8 or 9. My sister was really pissing me off so I grabbed a really sharp knife from the kitchen and I chased her out onto the porch. Then I locked the door and I wouldn't let her back into the house:devilish:.

I don't feel bad about this one either.

 

[Philippa]

That just reminded me of when I had a fight with my boyfriend one time during dinner, and I smudged mash potato all over his face!

Later he went out for a cigarette, and I locked him out and wouldn't let him back in. He had to climb through this tiny window and he had a pretty big gut on him at the time. It took him a while to get in. When he was back in he tried to kick me out but I just sat still and ignored him, staring straight ahead and not speaking to him at all hwile he yelled at me to get out!

I also smuggled seeds from B.C buds (marijuana) through customs from Hawaii to Australia, without being detected. I hid 8 seeds in the sides of my mouth. A guy I knew grew some of them for me, and my brother grew the other seeds, but he ended up stealing them from me.

 

[Heather]

Okay here's one more. They changed the law in Ct. that if you let your car insurance lapse they suspend your license. My insurance payment arrived late so they cancelled it. When I called they wouldn't accept the payment. They wanted to do a whole new policy which would cost me 300.00 dollars for the first payment. I said screw that.

So, DMV suspended my driver's license. I forgot about it and went on like nothing. Several months went by and I had all but forgotten that my license was suspended. I was stopped at a yield sign started to go but then stopped again because a box truck was coming. All of a sudden I was slammed into from behind. The impact blew out my windows and pushed my car into the middle of the road. The box truck hit the front of my car. I was dazed and shaken. Police and paramedics arrived within minutes. I was ok and paramedics told me I didn't need to goto the hospital.

The police officer took my driver's license, registration, insurance card. He came back several minutes later and said there was a problem. He said that my license was suspend and he had no choice but he had to arrest me. I was handcuffed put in the back of the squad car and brought to the police station.

I was patted down, finger printed, photographed and stripped of all my belongings. I was held for over 8 hours. I had to change into a prison uniform and sprayed with disinfectant. I couldn't even wear my undies because they weren't white. It took my then fiance' forever to arrange my bail. That was a fun time. NOT.

 

[mamachick]

My sisters were all much older and in school when I was not and I would get into their make up and stuff, Dolls head came off and I couldnt get it back on so I shoved it down the register. For the most part, I have some bad thoughts-things I would like to say or do but would be as nasty as what the other person did. I will kinda laugh about it and even tell a friend. Then I can let it go because I know that I wont let a bad situation change who I really am. Maya Angelou- We may be changed by what happens to us, but we can choose to not be reduced.

 

[mysihba]

I had a very elaborate and detailed plan to take care of those envolved in local Gov. who put me thru every kind of hell during and after my implosion with PTSD. I must admit that it was well thought out. It envolved getting the news media into the meeting from 2 different states. I was then going to give a bit of a speech on what happens when this thing called PTSD catches up to you after years of doing the "hard" stuff....the stuff none of them could do. Then tell the entire world exactly what each of these assholes did/tried to do to me because I got SICK helping everybody else. For the grand finale, I was going to make such a huge mess of my brains that surely at least one or two might ? end up with a raging case of PTSD from just one little trauma.

I can honestly say that I am not ashamed of that plan.

 

[mysihba]

If one considers the past as anything up to the present moment.....the problem with the guy that lives upstairs has become a life and death battle. His noise freaks my entire nervous system and IS the reason for my decline in health which landed me in the hospital. I've done everything I can do. I can put an end to his noise or just leave...or end up on a slab. I'm getting too old and currently too sick to live under a tree in this weather...and too broke. I decided last night to get out at any cost. That doesn't happen overnight. I awoke today feeling just a bit of "life" inside. I think it was because I made that decision, but the energy didn't last.

For people without PTSD, it might not be a problem. It is for me. It has become personal. I don't like "losing". One more screw up on his part and he will be out. He wouldn't open the door when the cops knocked on it. Now he is playing games. I hate games.

If I could just get enough energy back to get out, and take my losses, I would. I don't like feeling impotent. This is how little things become huge and how bad decisions are made or bad reactions happen.

 

[freakofnurture]

I feel totally inferior now *lol*

I tried to kick my husband in the face two or three weeks ago and threw a number of temper tantrums that he said scared him.

When I was in the clinic for the first time, there were these two girls who I hated because they were so false and crawled up each other's ass constantly in an ego boosting symbiosis. It was disgusting to witness these superficial bitches. So, one time in drama therapy they were playing themselfs (our task was to play a type of person we hate - talk about hypocrisy) and I missed the last opportunity to get off stage gracefully. I said, that I was completely lost in my character when I went and banged their heads together. I wasn't. I was me and it was delightful. Seriously. I don't regret anything.
I confessed to the therapist later, of course, but luckily she had to strain to stay professional towards these two girls herself, so I didn't get into trouble.

I highschool I was questioning my sexuality, and to test if I really don't like boys and will die a virgin because I'm too shy to ever flirt with a girl, I picked out this easy target. He wasn't utterly disgusting and liked to read, but he didn't have any friends and - this was my merciless teenage judgement - wasn't ever going to get laid. So, I tried to wrap him around my finger with charms as graceful as the advances of a drunk, epileptic elephant. He didn't even know what hit him.
After having borrowed (and not read) some books from him (I'm not into SciFi) I decided to do a final check. I threw a party to celebrate my 17th birthday on the first day of the summer holidays. The whole thing was just an excuse to get drunk (my first and last time) and be free to behave like an idiot without consequences. I flashed my tits, drank out of a deco bowl full of real ivy leafs, stones and rotting water, sat on the poor chap's lap, stuck my finger up his nose and later hid under the table. When he left he said something about calling me the next day. I fled to my room every time the phone rang for the next few weeks; luckily he didn't call.
After the holidays he tried to talk to me but I fled and to hide my shame I started a bullying campaign together with the three other outcasts I hung out with. It wasn't a real campaign, though, because we tried to avoid the guy as much as possible, and we were hardly to be taken seriously.
I felt bad for this for quite some time, until I realised... he hadn't called me! So, at least to the outside observer my behaviour had to appear as righteous indignation. What a relief.

That's it, I think. I'm tame.

 

[Heather]

Oh, I just thought of another one. I remember my mother was being such a b*tch (nothing new). I was so p*ssed at her that I pulled the covers off her bed and poured salt all over her sheets. I know real mature.

I don't feel bad about this either.:p

 

[Teddy]

My mother in law died last August and I loved her dearly.
She changed her will so my husband and his half sister got half the estate each instead of my husband getting all of it. Didn't bother me as I thought it only fair.
then my bitch of a sister in law stooped to asking me if she should hire her own solicitor to manage her 'interests'. (I had asked a friend of my hubbies and I to do the work for us as I knew he would do us a good price.) When I asked her what did she mean, she informed me that 'the family' had said that because I was involved, (I had helped her clean out the house as I thought she might like the company doing such an upsetting job) she ought to protect herself and her interests because I might try and take more than my husbands half off her.
I was totally gutted!!
My mother in law was a very special woman to me and had helped me in times when my own mother just threw me away.... Why would I betray her after her death by not seeing her wishes fulfilled to their absolute detail.
i asked my husband to go tell his sister where to stick her insults and to tell her how upset I was. He didn't. Not once. I didn't mean for him to fight with her just to stick up for me. he didn't!!!!
So when I got the notice that my mother in laws ashes were ready to pick up, and neither of them had even thought of her ashes, I went and got them and I have hidden them. I have had them for weeks.
I told my husband last week I had them, and made sure he felt really guilty for 'forgetting her'. This of course was after telling him several times over a few weeks that I was wrecking revenge on him and his dumb arse sister.
I have now informed him that both of them will have to wait for me to give her back. but then maybe I won't.... I have also said that his sister will have to come and ask me personally for her ashes. Then we will see who spits the most fire!!!

 

[anthony]

Money does more damage than good, and especially when other people begin putting ideas into another's head, that never existed before. Paranoia sets in...

Shame that... seen it destroy many a relationship.

Shit, I could put my ex-wife into the money hungry category... she would run over her own mother if it meant she would profit significantly. Nasty people on the face of this earth...