Lol yep. Easy enough to find though. I follow someone with a much trickier pause button – but then again, pausing Dubstep is purely out of the question. :D
As for the asshole part, meh, I don’t really put any weight in judging. He thought it was cool so he put it. We could easily be the assholes for disliking his Tumblr based on that one single feature. ;)
hey :) my tumblr got deleted some how so i had to start over today..you were already following me so might as well jsut follow me again haha this is all ive got so far but follow me and ill make that shit fire again aha
Nice try though. I know how many people I follow and your blog is definitely not one I would follow.
Because he finally sat down and talked about everything. He admits he went way overboard with things. We’ve come to an agreement about the situation: he understands that I couldn’t talk to him because I didn’t trust him and I understand I should have, despite my lack of trust.
Major stress, anxiety and depression factor removed. Now to work on getting back into doing 40h a week.
Talk to Kelley. She’s being a good friend. I’m very happy she’s there. Told her about how Paul has been behaving. How he’s been talking down to me. How he’s threatened my life on multiple occasions. How next time he does so, I might have a knife to his throat.
And I’m not the one for violence. But it seems you desperately want me to be.
You're going to make me go through your tumblr, because this Paul guy sounds like an asshole.
Don’t get me wrong, Paul is a great guy. I really can’t wait until he realizes I’m not that bad of a guy and becomes a friend again. There are a lot of things I want to do with him and a lot of stories I want to share of him.
Right now he has a power issue it seems. He thinks he owns me, or at least acts like it. That’s the real problem: he thinks he has ownership of things which cannot be owned. His fiancee hit the same wall as I but they seem to be working it out.
And what better way to prove his ownership but to threaten me? To talk down to me? What happened to the respectable guy I once knew and loved to have fun with? Only time will tell at this point.
Since you’re looking to read up on him, check out my tagged posts: To: Paul(click it, you’ll see).
I hate to say this but I’d get out of there asap. This is just ridiculous that he’s threatened your life in a non-joking manor two times. :(
Working on it. I might have a place when I fly back from California since the building manager is being extremely kind to me. If I don’t however, I might be stuck for a bit more; since I’m Canadian, my US background and credit history doesn’t exist.
I’ll start looking around when I get back from my therapist’s.
Stop trying to impose yourself. I don’t take threats very well. You have a gun. I’m about to buy a blade. I don’t do fist fights.
It’s sad to see how immature you are about this ordeal. Were you like this to Blake? To any other of your friends? Were you so power hungry you would sabotage anything to put yourself above them?
I get I broke your trust by saying things to your fiancee. Understand that you broke my trust a long time ago. What did I do about it? Nothing. I just let you do your own thing, what ever it might be. I didn’t talk to you and I know that was wrong of me but at the time I couldn’t. I was calm, saddened.
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You know, the more I think of this, the more pissed off I become. The more my thoughts cloud and judgment fail. The more violent the story unfolds in my head. So I’ll stop now, despite having a lot more to say and ask.
Hugin works although I can only create cylindrical panoramas and not the equirectangular panoramas I need.
All the tutorials I have read are outdated. I’ve spent hours looking this up. The few people that have it working are either using obsolete versions of the software or don’t want to share how they got it perfectly.
I can get it to somewhat stitch but never create the full equirectangular panorama. Fuck this is irritating me. I want to make nice little planets!
This is ridiculous… Of course there’s a billion and a half tweaks that can be made to the website. There always is. Can we please wrap this up so that I can move onto other client work and projects? We’ve already post-poned everything by a month because of touch-ups…
I hate bleeding project end dates and working scope creep.
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After a certain point it becomes notable. Like you can feel it missing — a tooth knocked out, a finger chopped off, a cloud abruptly leaving a hazy blue space in the sky. When you lose someone important it’s like losing a limb. A massive and painful loss….
Damn. That’s all that comes to mind at this point. You are definitely not the one who is wrong here. Irregardless of the fact that he was once your friend doesn’t give him teh right to just help himself to your stuff. That’s messed. Sorry Pal :/
I wake up to you entering my room and grabbing my laundry detergent. You told Kelley you’d just take mine. I opened my eyes and told you “No, that’s my detergent, I bought it. You’re going to have to use your own.” I was calm, simply stating a fact. What is mine you cannot have. What I expected was going to be an irritated sigh and placing my belonging back turned out to be you shouting at me. I don’t remember what, but it was out of place; and you proceeded to walk out with my detergent, intent on using it.
From across a couple rooms, you said I had used your stuff before. Certainly, back when we shared things. You retorted, in the same angry tone “Yea, before someone broke my trust.” I wasn’t yelling. Simply stating my truths in a calm manner. Before you broke my trust.
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I got up, gathered my senses. Paul had left to fix someone’s internet issue. I grabbed my detergent and told Kelley, since it was most likely her to use it: “I get Paul needs to wash his clothes, but this is mine. He’ll have to buy is own.”
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So much wrong going on today between him and I. What’s worse is he insulted me infront of our neighbors. Sarah had come in, letting the dogs play. She said we shouldn’t be fighting and be friends. Paul laughed: “Jon needs to wake the fuck up… ” There was more, and that was the actual insult, but for now, I forget.
I’m certain Sarah overheard this: “Jon, you better never ever fucking tell anyone, even Kelley, about our problems. Got it? Otherwise I’ll fucking kill you.” All this for simple laundry detergent…
You’re making excellent progress in hindering my ability to trust you again.
Yelling at me because I don’t want you using my stuff? Insulting me infront of our neighbors and your fiancee? Threatening my life? Telling me, and everyone in earshot, that I’m the problem? Clearly you don’t understand.
My self defense mechanism called Argile, and even worse, another one that is extremely violent, are starting to get fed up.
Paul is supposed to sit down with me and talk about why he did things. Honestly, I couldn’t care less why he did them. It’s not really going to help at this point, just as long as it doesn’t happen again.
Oh and I’m supposedly going to get punished as well for breaking HIS trust and telling his fiancee the TRUTH? I don’t quite think so…
Looking at vintage nude photography(Alfred Cheney Johnston) makes me realize how distorted our perception of the perfect female figure has become. What I find was once health and character has now been replaced with glamour and sex.
When identifying Nelix(Voyager) and Tucker(Enterprise) from Star Trek in different roles in completely different television series. I just totally had a nerd moment in The Mentalist season 3, episode 9.