Thar Shaddin

(this is carried over from PC, to give this type of stuff an outlet )

Here's Xyon's 1st(ish, I know there was more but I'm focusing on the meat) post:

OK, where was I?

Ah.

Right. So he'd have a go at her for leaving dishes in the sink overnight, the night they'd been used. My girl, like me, has OCD, so she ALWAYS cleans up either the night she uses something or the morning after.

KD, on the other hand, will gladly leave stuff in the sink for a week - or longer.

Also, the subject of eating other people's food has been mentioned - KD himself said - and I heard him say it - that he "takes great pains not to eat anyone else's food". Bollocks.

I had, like, £40 worth of shopping (Bout $65 - 70 US, i think) in those cupboards for practicality purposes whilst I stayed there for a few nights. When I got round to it there was about half of it gone - all stuff my girl won't eat, and she'd have asked first.

He's been doing this kind of stuff for ages, my girlfriend's food as well. Couple that with the fact that this 17 year old little ****** has been saying things about my girl behind her back - calling her a tramp and a slut (English derogatory terms, not sure how they translate to US or anything else - basically tramp = dirty, unclean person + slut = girl who sleeps around) and I had more than enough reason to want to rip this little child's head off.

I had warned him n several occasions that the shit he was coming out with was completely unacceptable and whatnot - but it continued, of course.

Enter the alcohol.

T'was a night not that long ago, when I decided that I'd get myself drunk enough that my arthritis wouldn't hurt anymore - usually I have to be wasted for that to happen. Predictably, this caused the contents of my stomach to leap into the toilet, or indeed the bathroom floor after I'd fallen over.

KD comes into the room to have a nosey, and all I can think of is wanting to talk to him about the shit that'd been going on. I began by enquiring in what I thought at the time was a perfectly reasonable tone about him calling her names behind her back.

Usually, engaging in conversation whilst drunk will result in people telling me to f**k off because I'm drunk - which I can handle fine. Not so KD.

He decided to walk away without a word - and my alcohol addled brain took this as a personal affront. Whereupon I stood up and followed him, requesting that he stop walking off and talk to me, even if just to say that he wasn't going to talk to me whilst I was drunk.

No reply.

So I grabbed his shoulder, stopping him from leaving. This obviously does not go down well, and before I know it I'm being forcibly removed from the place.

Fortunately, my girl was not angry enough to finish me. But it was a VERY close call.

Drinking costs more than you'd think.









NOW kids, it's your turn! What's YOUR drama in life? I'll wait a bit then add mine. It involves a crackwhore, yey!!!

Ok, so *my* drama: we were having a Girl's Night this past Friday with some ladies from work. There's about 8 or so of us, including one supervisor (remember this), havin' some laughs and good times. Well, one of the girls who attended has only been with our company for just over 3 months now. None of us knew her or were friends with her - not in a mean avoidance way, we just haven't had a chance to chat with her.

So of course, we figure this is a golden opportunity to get to know her better, right? Right?!

Yeah.

So first she went into the bathroom with her purse, snorted some crack, and came back out. She was hyper and loud and extremely obnoxious, but as I said, none of us knew her, and so we assumed it was just her personality outside of work (We didn't realize she'd snorted something until later, when the bloody tissue was found...). The supervisor's getting annoyed with the girl's behaviour, but doesn't say anything since we're not at work and she doesn't wanna be the bitch.

Well, then Cracky McCrack randomly pulls out a bag of pot and starts trying to shove it into another girl's jeans pocket, without asking if the girl wanted it. When the girl says no, she in fact doesn't want the stupid pot, Cracky McCrack gets mad and starts fighting with her to put the pot in her pocket. We're talking straight-up hitting here, kids. In front of all of us.

Cracky gives up on that, finally, and digs around in her purse for another moment. She picks up a pill box, takes 2 of whatever the hell that was, then takes a sniff of something else. Within 5 minutes she's splayed on the couch, eyes rolling back into her head. Once again, remember this is among essentially strangers, not crackhead friends.

In the meantime she was also downing enough beer to kill an elephant. We cut her off when she tried to get up and grab yet another one, and man, did the shit hit the fan. She continued trying to get to the fridge, with all of us telling her, again and again, that she wasn't allowed to have anymore beer. After the 4th or so time, my temper's frayed. I've been relatively quiet all night - I went to college with tons of people just like this chick, so it didn't bother me so much as annoy me - but when she stood up, stumbled her high and drunk ass over to the fridge, and grabbed the handle, I couldn't take it anymore.

Let me take a timeout to say that I have a loud voice under normal circumstances, and it carries.

Well, I hollered at the top of my lungs:

"If you get another beer out of that fridge I will break your motherfucking arm!"

There was an awkward silence, but I'm not one to notice such things. A second later, I continued with:

"You have ten minutes to find either a ride or a cab. Sit your ass down on the couch now."

Another silence, and then from outside I hear: "Holy shit!"

Needless to say, we called her a cab because I doubt she could spell her name at that point. But it was within 10 minutes!

Of course this is the talk of the department now. We're all waiting to see what they'll do to fire her stupid ass. It was off hours, so they can't fire her for that incident specifically, but they can certainly find something else to use instead. They recently fired someone because they were, and I quote, "tired of putting up with her bullshit." And trust me when I say the woman had enough bullshit to fill several barrels. I love where i work.

On a much funnier note, I got this adorable caller yesterday who was so dumb I couldn't be mad at her:

"I sent you a doctor's note! Why do you guys keep billing me?"

She really, truly believed that we would use her doctor's note to stop sending her bills. It was just the most precious thing!

Well, you might remember the 'Thoughts on my Crisis' thread.

And Jen, I still love the advice you gave me.

Thankfully, with anyone bar that one girl, I'm not patient enough to ever actually have drama. But if you want, I can tell you a story that my conscience dragged me into kicking and screaming.

A Code of Honour is a right pain sometimes.

Whaddaya mean IF? That's the whole point of this thread, man!

And I'm glad you liked my advice. I tend to be tactless and honest with my feelings. Normally, anyway. How did that turn out in the very very end, anyway? Any further updates/dramatic re-enactments to report?

Heh - way to go Jen! Life's so much better when you yell at people - obviously the RIGHT people - is it not??

Shadow - and here's where I fight off a HUGE urge to call you by your first name (Hey, in case you hadn't guessed, his name ISN'T REALLY SHADOWSONG ) - you are VERY right. That code of honour can bite you in the backside sometimes. But you know, when it comes down to it, that you're doing the right thing.

Few people can say their moral compass is truly aligned. I think you probably can... for the most part. There's a few things I want to ask you IRL but you'll probably read this before I see you in person next.

I have tons of stories but I'm not too sure this is the right place for them. That one up there at the top is TAME to some of the stuff I've done.

Anyway, I'm on the same PC that keeps unlogging Shadow so I should end the post here.

I would call my morals/standards unbelievably high and my sense of humor "slightly to the left." Which is another way of saying horribly inappropriate.

C'mon people, I *know* you have some drama you'd like to dramatize and report here! It's all in fun! Heck, go wild - make it a full-blown story, exxagerrate, put unbelievable elephants in. For God's sake, entertain me!

Jen wrote:Whaddaya mean IF? That's the whole point of this thread, man!

And I'm glad you liked my advice. I tend to be tactless and honest with my feelings. Normally, anyway. How did that turn out in the very very end, anyway? Any further updates/dramatic re-enactments to report?

Very very end? We had a very very end now?

Well I thought so until yesterday lunchtime, when she dropped by where I live because she "hadn't been around for ages and wanted to see what has been going on." We met, we spoke. She said some things but I am not sure how honourable it will be to go into them, so I wont.

Anyway, apparantly she would be coming around to visit me "Thursday Evening" - which is today. I got fed up of waiting for her and went around to my Dad's where I have internet access.

Somehow, that feels like a good thing. Maybe she has less power over me now. I don't know where the hell I stand with her, but I think not knowing is better really.

That is the update anyway. So still going on...

Xyon, don't share what you know about this, I will PM you.

I'd never put that kind of stuff on the internet without at least asking you first... and in any case, if you deem it appropriate you'll put it on so there'd be no need.

But hey, what can I say, there's more to talk about than just that ONE drama...

Like a couple of years ago, before I started following the code I do now, which curiously enough, set up the chain of events which drove me out of my parents' house.

Methinks I was about fifteen at the time, so we're only talking three years. Man how a lot of stuff changes in three years...

Anyway, if you happened upon the shoutbox at the time this was written, you may well have noticed that I said I burnt down a vast proportion of my old school... well I did. And my best friend at the time took the blame...

Hell, I was only 15. What did I know about burning things down...? Quite a lot, since I've been a pyromaniac since I set fire to my sister's hair when I was four... a story for another time.

BTW - Pyromaniac is NOT another word for "arsonist". The difference is that an arsonist uses the fire to get back at someone or accomplish a goal. Pyromaniacs like me view fire as a form of art, and feel a compulsion to start bigger and bigger fires.

Smoking in the toilets used to be one of my schooltime hobbies, and this is perhaps one of the reasons I got addicted to nicotine as well. One of the friends I was smoking with decided to spray himself with deodorant so he wouldn't go back to class stinking of smoke.

I asked for the can of spray.




Thirty seconds later we are all running away as the can blows up in a rather satisfying fireball, which chased me down the corridors as I tried to get away... Oh that was cool. AND it set fire to everything on the walls of the corridors, which took hold and pretty soon the entire main block (Three floors, inc. ground) was aflame.

Fortunatley, everyone got out. And me?

Well, I was never caught. My friend James was, and to his credit he told them he acted alone, and got expelled.

Oh, the joys of youth... and a 4-week holiday whilst they rebuilt the school, too! WE MADE THE NEWS! THE TV NEWS!! IT GAVE ME SUCH A BUZZ!!!!

Then there's the time shadow threw a rainbow at me XP

Thanks Xyon, it was not a case about privacy so much as I don't want to know what you know about the situation - if things go well they go well, if not I'll just drive myself mad knowing about them.

Yes, I did throw a rainbow at Xyon. IN REAL LIFE. Rainbows are very effective weapons as it happens.

It hurt. A lot.

He can be quite vindictive at times...

I never did anything remotely bad in school. I was well-behaved and unrebellious. Too busy dealing with personal issues, and unlike kids who dress in black and act all emo/goth or whatever, I internalize *everything* and give very little outward sign of how I'm feeling.

It's a good thing I'm rarely depressed anymore, 'cause damn that sucked!

Sadly, no drama to report this weekend. Cracky McCrack is still working there, and the supes won't tell us of there's any plans to get rid of her stupid ass. Here's hopin'!

And Shadow, don't forget my advice about that girl. It still stands!

Jenica Sabiny wrote:And Shadow, don't forget my advice about that girl. It still stands!

Agreed. Thank you. It is good advice.

Nice news (rather than drama) - I work as a charity fundraiser, and my most recent shifts have been collecting money at a supermarket. Great fun work by the way. Every time someone makes a donation you get to see a little more good in the world.

Interesting surprise was that over those shifts, two girls gave me their phone numbers...

Shadow wrote:Thanks Xyon, it was not a case about privacy so much as I don't want to know what you know about the situation - if things go well they go well, if not I'll just drive myself mad knowing about them.

You, er, know... MOST of it. Anyhoo, that's not actually why I'm posting back here.

I remember that, Shadow. He comes in to the living room with this cheesy grin on his face and a charity sash round him, proffering a scrap of paper to me... Oh how we laughed.

Hell, if any man deserves a good girl, it's shadow. The pair of us used to work together at the Banardos shop in the town we live in. I believe he still works there, and I will too once I get my head straight a little bit.

You've probably all noticed our wonderful banter - it has more place here than the shop floor in a professional working environment... but we weren't in a professional working environment, so that's ok. He does annoy me at times but he's got a wonderful way of making a four-hour shift disappear.

And there's a few more things besides.

We both follow a code of nine virtues now, a few of which are Honour, Courage, Truth, and Hospitality, and nine "charges", which expand on the virtues and cover things like protection of those unable to protect themselves. These principles are what we build our lives around, and what we strive to achieve with our everyday actions. (Don't ever forget that, Shadow, (or you, Xyon... remember that.)) Before either of us knew about this code, we'd be forced to uphold it without realising it.

December, 2005, and Shadow and I were sat in my room at the hostel I used to live in, just chatting, as we always do, when there was a knock on Shadow's door.

In that hostel, my door and Shadow's door were next to each other, behind a fire door, so from either room we could hear the other door. Opening my door reveals a girl called Shirley.

Put bluntly - the girl is a bitch. We both knew this at the time, and neither of us liked her. However, what she said caused me to leap from my seat, as did it Shadow.

Just prior to this Sunday, two lads had moved into the hostel, one called Dean, the other Paul. The Saturday, they'd been caught by a staff member, who happened to be a friend of mine, trying to break the alcohol rules of the hostel and bring a 24-can crate in.

Shit kicked off and Paul got himself arrested and a cell for the night. Dean ran off when he was told to leave. (Tells you a little bit about both of them before the story really starts).

Ok. So Shirley was stood outside our doors, clearly in distress and I believe with a red mark on her face, Shadow can confirm or deny that, and asked to borrow Shadow's phone to call her boyfriend because Dean had just punched her.

Whatever our feelings toward this girl, the pair of us leapt up, and were as hospitable as possible, trying to calm her down, cheer her up, and whatnot. Dean, by this point, was locked in his room, the door to which is past Shadow's and mine, up a flight of stairs.

Inevitably, the police arrived, and removed the little whelp. Not before they've had to use the battering ram technique to get him out of the property, and had to put up with the arrogant little shit taking potshots at them as they dragged him from the hostel in chains. (well, handcuffs, but I reserve the right for a little embelishment. Nothing else here is exaggerated in any way.)

Shirley had by this point gone downstairs, to the communal lounge. Shadow and I decided to make sure she was alright, and after locking both our doors we proceeded to do so.

Sat in the lounge, chatting to a few of the other people who lived there at the time, we began to relax slightly, unil Paul arrived and began to spout some rubbish about Dean's arrest being "out of order" and the like.

Shadow, being his usual sarcastic self, piped up with a hearty "well what did you expect?"

This didn't go down well, and Paul decided to try to pick a fight with him.

Shadow and I were perhaps the quietest people in that place. And perhaps the two most dangerous as well. Whilst I was in no doubt as to Shadow's capability in defending himself, I wasn't about to leave him to have to.

This is the point where the shocked expressions reign in on everyone's faces but mine and Shadows, both of which were set in grim determination as I confronted Paul and told him to back off, that he wasn't going to get away with that kind of behaviour, and that he really didn't want to fight either of us.

He didn't listen. More fool him.

Him kicking off some more resulted in the three of us - Paul, Shadow and myself - waiting for the police to leave so he could "jab a knife into both our heads". He filled this time with various egotistical comments ranging from how easy the fight was going to be to how he used to spit of Shadow in school - a fabrication, of course.

So just before the police left, Paul went upstairs to "get his jacket", at which point I turned to Shadow and whispered in his ear "what's the betting he comes back down with a knife or something". Shadow nodded, the pair of us waiting in anticipation as the police left, Paul came downstairs and we all left, Paul first, us following a little way behind.

We got to the end of our road, a busy crossroads, and at this point I said something along the lines of "we won't be lead anywhere, it happens here or not at all", playing to his apparent desire to have this fight.

So we stand, as Paul starts off on something about "not joking about the knife" and produces one. My penknife, which I'd always carried for it's tool purposes, was out and in my hand ready at a speed which impressed me.

Paul decided to charge me, whilst Shadow circled to the left. I'll be honest - I froze slightly, and let him get too close. The knife was up by my neck and I grabbed it, trying to get it off him as I turned my knife around and punched him in the belly a few times, and shoved him backwards.

Realising I could defend myself, he then tries a similar tactic on Shadow.

A beautifully timed side-kick was his reward. As he stumbled, I complimented Shadow on the quality of the strike, and remained in an anticipary stance, aware that the fight might not be over.

He regained his feet, and seemed to suddenly realise neither of us were the pushovers he'd expected. We devolved into talking. He tried to convince us that he'd dropped his knife down the drain - a statement that if true, would have lead to his immediate hospitalisation - and when this failed he walked off.

We went home, satisfied in a good (k)night's work.

That evening we spent chatting to the staff member I mentioned earlier, and got him evicted from the hostel. Oh, sweet justice...

That be just one reason Shadow and I are good friends. Shadow, if you're not reading this at the computer I'm writing it on, GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!! IT'S BEEN DAYS!!!!

Entertained yet, Jenica?

Posting as a guest because I don't fully trust this computer.

Cannot confirm or deny the red mark on Shirley's face, I don't remember that part. And the moment I heard what happened I went into "defender" mode so that wasn't what I was looking out for.

Part of the rubbish Paul was spouting was an effort to try to intimidate the rest of the hostel - nothing like seeing the bully dragged off in handcuffs to reassure people of their safety.

Sarcasm never came into it - he was calling it "out of order" for the police to arrest a woman-beater, I had to speak up on principle. I made it clear where I stand on that subject - that the wretch damn well should be dragged off and stuffed in the cells.

I agree with freedom of expression - he is free to support Dean's behaviour, and I am free to pummel the bastard for it.

I think Paul made a few threats at me, but I wasn't interested. My response was a dismissive 'if you say so.' As far as I was concerned, what he said was meaningless, but he would not threaten anyone while I have a say about it.

Actually, I circled right, but that is a silly detail.

The side-kick was joyful to behold, and to inflict as well. It knocked him on his ass in very short order. I recall the bright cheer of "Good shot" from Xyon.

Again, yes. If Paul had dropped the knife down the drain, I would have went for him again. With nothing to hold me back.

Perhaps one of the greatest days of my life. I gained so much confidence, respect and I had proven that I stand for my convictions when there is trouble.