_patch wrote:I find myself in the same boat as Leoj; not really a bad event in my life compared to you guys besides the mandatory group of assholes everyone meets in elementary/secondary school... But then, I do live in suburban Washington in like the most cornbread town ever.
_patch wrote:I find myself in the same boat as Leoj; not really a bad event in my life compared to you guys besides the mandatory group of assholes everyone meets in elementary/secondary school... But then, I do live in suburban Washington in like the most cornbread town ever.
I live in like Oakland County, Michigan.
I live in Puyallup, Washington.
Try pronouncing it. I dare you.
Puh-Yahll-upp?
I can't think of anything off the top of my head right now.
_patch wrote:I find myself in the same boat as Leoj; not really a bad event in my life compared to you guys besides the mandatory group of assholes everyone meets in elementary/secondary school... But then, I do live in suburban Washington in like the most cornbread town ever.
I live in like Oakland County, Michigan.
I live in Puyallup, Washington.
Try pronouncing it. I dare you.
My town isn't very hard to pronounce.
Apparently the school's name is, though.
I can't think of anything too awful either. right now.
Back when i was a mini-Oracle, even before i accidentally stole the piece of candy, i was hanging out in the parking lot at the apartments i lived in at the time. I was in the back of my mom's pickup-truck, because i liked being in there, when some boys a few years older than me started calling me, a tiny 3-4 year old girl, names and throwing rocks at me.
I started to cry, so they threw the rocks harder, and i got out of the truck and was heading back to my ground-floor apartment when one of the boys started chasing me with a stick and hitting me with it.
In self-defense, i grabbed a stick, turned and swung it, dropped the stick and ran to my home.
I later found out i sliced the kids eye open with the stick. He had followed me to my apartment(i was hiding in my closet by now) and my mom gave him what first aid she could and took him back to his own apartment.
There was lots of blood on the porch..
Weird how bad shit happens to itty-bitty-Oracle. D: My mom gave me some spankings and then hugged me. I crieded.
Once when I still lived with my mom, I was in the backyard playing while her boyfriend was playing with our rottweiler-husky mix. I was only... 4 or 5? And probably didn't even weigh over 60 lbs. The dog weighed well over a 100 lbs. already.
He threw the ball for the dog, not knowing I was there, and the ball went flying over my head to land a little ways in front of me. I turned around just in time to see the dog smash right into me.
I woke up in the hospital with a giant lump on my head. I didn't really like that particular boyfriend after that.
