Highlight of your day, what was it?

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I awoke this morning to find my dog nestled comfortably on the edge of my bed. This is not a rare occurrence, as my dog sleeps there every night. As I got out of bed, I noticed that he wasn't giving me his usual enthusiastic greeting that he gives me every morning. Not yet concerned, I called his name, believing him to be simply asleep. He has been sleeping more and more soundly recently--probably due to his old age; he is 12. Even after calling his name, he still did not stir. I was starting to get worried. I walked over to him, and gave him a gentle pet to wake him up. I was immediately horrified by two things: how stiff and life less his body was and the overwhelming stench that surrounded his body.

My poor dog of 12 years, had died. And not only had he died, but he shat himself before he went.

This was going to be a great day.

After briefly grieving--don't get me wrong, I LOVED my dog, but I had a huge presentation at work, so I had to man up and get to work like a man. My real grieving could wait.

I put my dog in a trash bag (classy, I know), put my sheets in the washer, and headed out to work. My great day was just beginning.

I made it into my office and gave my big presentation to all of my various bosses. I thought it went well. After the presentation, which I have been working on for months, my boss called me into his office. I thought it was going to be a "great job" speech, or something of that nature. It was, sort of. My boss told me that my presentation was fantastic and that I had assured my company that my business plan was going to make the company a shit ton of money. Great, I thought, my day was starting to look up.

My boss, then, dropped the bombshell--I was going to be laid off. Effective immediately. It was nothing that I had done, but they wanted to wait until after I had given them my business plan to fire me, so it wouldn't effect my presentation.

Awesome.

After being escorted out the company I have worked for, for 10 years now, I threw up in the parking lot. I wasn't physically sick, just sick of life. At least I had my appointment with my therapist to look forward to; I could vent this shit out.

So, at noon, during what would have been my lunch break, I went to my therapist. I was prepared to blow off some steam. My therapist had other things in mind. I'll spare you guys the details--because that is a whole other story waiting to be told--but I had a major breakthrough, instead of my proposed vent session.

We discovered that my uncle molested me as a child and that I had repressed the memories.

Fantastic.

To put the cherry on the top and to briefly wrap things up (sorry about the length), I decided to surprise my girlfriend at her apartment. Seeing as how I now had this, and every afternoon in the foreseeable future off, it would be a complete, and I thought pleasant, surprise for her.

I keyed myself into her apartment--we've been dating for 3 years and I was thinking about asking her to marry me this summer--and then I heard something, a thumping sound. Initially and woefully unperturbed by this sound I entered her bedroom. And to I'm sure nobody's surprise, she was fucking my best friend. Doggy style. She didn't even see me.

I left, went home, pulled my dead dog out of his trash bag and sat on my sheet less bed petting my dead dog. That's where I've been ever since.

So, I guess, the highlight of my day was finding out that my uncle molested me as a child.

I can't wait for tomorrow.
 
Stairs said:
I awoke this morning to find my dog nestled comfortably on the edge of my bed. This is not a rare occurrence, as my dog sleeps there every night. As I got out of bed, I noticed that he wasn't giving me his usual enthusiastic greeting that he gives me every morning. Not yet concerned, I called his name, believing him to be simply asleep. He has been sleeping more and more soundly recently--probably due to his old age; he is 12. Even after calling his name, he still did not stir. I was starting to get worried. I walked over to him, and gave him a gentle pet to wake him up. I was immediately horrified by two things: how stiff and life less his body was and the overwhelming stench that surrounded his body.

My poor dog of 12 years, had died. And not only had he died, but he shat himself before he went.

This was going to be a great day.

After briefly grieving--don't get me wrong, I LOVED my dog, but I had a huge presentation at work, so I had to man up and get to work like a man. My real grieving could wait.

I put my dog in a trash bag (classy, I know), put my sheets in the washer, and headed out to work. My great day was just beginning.

I made it into my office and gave my big presentation to all of my various bosses. I thought it went well. After the presentation, which I have been working on for months, my boss called me into his office. I thought it was going to be a "great job" speech, or something of that nature. It was, sort of. My boss told me that my presentation was fantastic and that I had assured my company that my business plan was going to make the company a shit ton of money. Great, I thought, my day was starting to look up.

My boss, then, dropped the bombshell--I was going to be laid off. Effective immediately. It was nothing that I had done, but they wanted to wait until after I had given them my business plan to fire me, so it wouldn't effect my presentation.

Awesome.

After being escorted out the company I have worked for, for 10 years now, I threw up in the parking lot. I wasn't physically sick, just sick of life. At least I had my appointment with my therapist to look forward to; I could vent this shit out.

So, at noon, during what would have been my lunch break, I went to my therapist. I was prepared to blow off some steam. My therapist had other things in mind. I'll spare you guys the details--because that is a whole other story waiting to be told--but I had a major breakthrough, instead of my proposed vent session.

We discovered that my uncle molested me as a child and that I had repressed the memories.

Fantastic.

To put the cherry on the top and to briefly wrap things up (sorry about the length), I decided to surprise my girlfriend at her apartment. Seeing as how I now had this, and every afternoon in the foreseeable future off, it would be a complete, and I thought pleasant, surprise for her.

I keyed myself into her apartment--we've been dating for 3 years and I was thinking about asking her to marry me this summer--and then I heard something, a thumping sound. Initially and woefully unperturbed by this sound I entered her bedroom. And to I'm sure nobody's surprise, she was fucking my best friend. Doggy style. She didn't even see me.

I left, went home, pulled my dead dog out of his trash bag and sat on my sheet less bed petting my dead dog. That's where I've been ever since.

So, I guess, the highlight of my day was finding out that my uncle molested me as a child.

I can't wait for tomorrow.
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Dayum :lol write a book about it and have the dude go all mental in it, would be awesome.
 
Mine was heatedly arguing for about 2 hours with my best-friend/ex-girlfriend (yeah...) and finally reaching a solution. It amazed even me.
 
Stairs said:
I awoke this morning to find my dog nestled comfortably on the edge of my bed. This is not a rare occurrence, as my dog sleeps there every night. As I got out of bed, I noticed that he wasn't giving me his usual enthusiastic greeting that he gives me every morning. Not yet concerned, I called his name, believing him to be simply asleep. He has been sleeping more and more soundly recently--probably due to his old age; he is 12. Even after calling his name, he still did not stir. I was starting to get worried. I walked over to him, and gave him a gentle pet to wake him up. I was immediately horrified by two things: how stiff and life less his body was and the overwhelming stench that surrounded his body.

My poor dog of 12 years, had died. And not only had he died, but he shat himself before he went.

This was going to be a great day.

After briefly grieving--don't get me wrong, I LOVED my dog, but I had a huge presentation at work, so I had to man up and get to work like a man. My real grieving could wait.

I put my dog in a trash bag (classy, I know), put my sheets in the washer, and headed out to work. My great day was just beginning.

I made it into my office and gave my big presentation to all of my various bosses. I thought it went well. After the presentation, which I have been working on for months, my boss called me into his office. I thought it was going to be a "great job" speech, or something of that nature. It was, sort of. My boss told me that my presentation was fantastic and that I had assured my company that my business plan was going to make the company a shit ton of money. Great, I thought, my day was starting to look up.

My boss, then, dropped the bombshell--I was going to be laid off. Effective immediately. It was nothing that I had done, but they wanted to wait until after I had given them my business plan to fire me, so it wouldn't effect my presentation.

Awesome.

After being escorted out the company I have worked for, for 10 years now, I threw up in the parking lot. I wasn't physically sick, just sick of life. At least I had my appointment with my therapist to look forward to; I could vent this shit out.

So, at noon, during what would have been my lunch break, I went to my therapist. I was prepared to blow off some steam. My therapist had other things in mind. I'll spare you guys the details--because that is a whole other story waiting to be told--but I had a major breakthrough, instead of my proposed vent session.

We discovered that my uncle molested me as a child and that I had repressed the memories.

Fantastic.

To put the cherry on the top and to briefly wrap things up (sorry about the length), I decided to surprise my girlfriend at her apartment. Seeing as how I now had this, and every afternoon in the foreseeable future off, it would be a complete, and I thought pleasant, surprise for her.

I keyed myself into her apartment--we've been dating for 3 years and I was thinking about asking her to marry me this summer--and then I heard something, a thumping sound. Initially and woefully unperturbed by this sound I entered her bedroom. And to I'm sure nobody's surprise, she was fucking my best friend. Doggy style. She didn't even see me.

I left, went home, pulled my dead dog out of his trash bag and sat on my sheet less bed petting my dead dog. That's where I've been ever since.

So, I guess, the highlight of my day was finding out that my uncle molested me as a child.

I can't wait for tomorrow.
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This story is schadenfreudelicious.
 
Ok, so to recap:

- your dog died
- you lost your job
- you found out that you are repressing memories of being abused as a child
- your girlfriend has cheated on you with one of your friends.

I REALLY want to call bullshit on this...

...but I'm going to take it at face value. That sucks, man. What are you going to do? What did you do for your job - are you able to jump into something else relatively soon?

If you lived in Minnesota, I'd be able to plug a family member who could help you with getting another dog.

I've never been abused like that, so I have absolutely no advice to give you about that other than see if your therapist will give you a discount rate now that you're going to be on unemployment. You don't want to just stop going after a bombshell like that.

I wish I could be there when you confront your girlfriend. I love Maurie Povich quality stuff like that.

Good luck, homie. And... um.... bury your dog. Stop petting a dead corpse. That's just a tad creepy. Fo reals.
 
Bury dog, beat up uncle (or, if he's dead already, go piss on his grave), get plastered, go look for new work/puppy/girlfriend when the hang-over's gone.

Or become a monk.

But if all that shit is for real, damn dude, my thoughts are with you.
 
Stairs said:
I awoke this morning to find my dog nestled comfortably on the edge of my bed. This is not a rare occurrence, as my dog sleeps there every night. As I got out of bed, I noticed that he wasn't giving me his usual enthusiastic greeting that he gives me every morning. Not yet concerned, I called his name, believing him to be simply asleep. He has been sleeping more and more soundly recently--probably due to his old age; he is 12. Even after calling his name, he still did not stir. I was starting to get worried. I walked over to him, and gave him a gentle pet to wake him up. I was immediately horrified by two things: how stiff and life less his body was and the overwhelming stench that surrounded his body.

My poor dog of 12 years, had died. And not only had he died, but he shat himself before he went.

This was going to be a great day.

After briefly grieving--don't get me wrong, I LOVED my dog, but I had a huge presentation at work, so I had to man up and get to work like a man. My real grieving could wait.

I put my dog in a trash bag (classy, I know), put my sheets in the washer, and headed out to work. My great day was just beginning.

I made it into my office and gave my big presentation to all of my various bosses. I thought it went well. After the presentation, which I have been working on for months, my boss called me into his office. I thought it was going to be a "great job" speech, or something of that nature. It was, sort of. My boss told me that my presentation was fantastic and that I had assured my company that my business plan was going to make the company a shit ton of money. Great, I thought, my day was starting to look up.

My boss, then, dropped the bombshell--I was going to be laid off. Effective immediately. It was nothing that I had done, but they wanted to wait until after I had given them my business plan to fire me, so it wouldn't effect my presentation.

Awesome.

After being escorted out the company I have worked for, for 10 years now, I threw up in the parking lot. I wasn't physically sick, just sick of life. At least I had my appointment with my therapist to look forward to; I could vent this shit out.

So, at noon, during what would have been my lunch break, I went to my therapist. I was prepared to blow off some steam. My therapist had other things in mind. I'll spare you guys the details--because that is a whole other story waiting to be told--but I had a major breakthrough, instead of my proposed vent session.

We discovered that my uncle molested me as a child and that I had repressed the memories.

Fantastic.

To put the cherry on the top and to briefly wrap things up (sorry about the length), I decided to surprise my girlfriend at her apartment. Seeing as how I now had this, and every afternoon in the foreseeable future off, it would be a complete, and I thought pleasant, surprise for her.

I keyed myself into her apartment--we've been dating for 3 years and I was thinking about asking her to marry me this summer--and then I heard something, a thumping sound. Initially and woefully unperturbed by this sound I entered her bedroom. And to I'm sure nobody's surprise, she was fucking my best friend. Doggy style. She didn't even see me.

I left, went home, pulled my dead dog out of his trash bag and sat on my sheet less bed petting my dead dog. That's where I've been ever since.

So, I guess, the highlight of my day was finding out that my uncle molested me as a child.

I can't wait for tomorrow.
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Thats so fucked up if this is real. >.<
 
Completing Ken's last challenge in SFIV.

The challenge is a combo that goes: jump rh, cr lp, cr mp, srk, fadc, air ex hurricane kick, ultra.

Took me about an hour to do!
 
Today it would be waking up, getting baked...then getting some of that new mccafe coffee at mcdonalds...it's pretty good

still too expensive though, it was like 3 bucks for a latte
 
The only good thing about Stair's story is the fact that he has a therapist, so at least he's got some kind of help (if it is indeed true). Hang in there!

Edit: I ate some really good cookies yesterday (a friend made them, and they looked more like a brownie to me, but yeah) :lol
 
Fireblend said:
The only good thing about Stair's story is the fact that he has a therapist, so at least he's got some kind of help (if it is indeed true). Hang in there!
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I am sitting here wondering if his therapist sucked his dick or something. What are these "other things in mind?"
 
People were handing out cookies today, and they gave me one! Problem was, these were quarter cookies, and they were sugar cookies meaning you couldn't immediately tell exactly what it was (it was in a plastic bag and looked a little like pita bread?).

So I turned it over in my hands a couple of times quizzically as I walked past when one of them helpfully called out "It's a cookie. You eat it." Satisfied, I ate it, and it was delicious.
 
mariofan361 said:
People were handing out cookies today, and they gave me one! Problem was, these were quarter cookies, and they were sugar cookies meaning you couldn't immediately tell exactly what it was (it was in a plastic bag and looked a little like pita bread?).

So I turned it over in my hands a couple of times quizzically as I walked past when one of them helpfully called out "It's a cookie. You eat it." Satisfied, I ate it, and it was delicious.
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People have died doing things like this. Good luck. :lol
 
Getting my glasses fixed, so no longer look like a tool with one side taped up. Also, the cuts on my face from last week's drunken escapades have healed, so I don't like I had a bad date with Chris Brown anymore.
 
I shattered my hip and femur five weeks ago in a hilariously random sledding accident so my daily highlights have been limited to finishing old DS games I've ignored, new episodes of Lost and the occasional blowjob from my gf and yesterday I experienced all three of these things. And in addition, while sitting I lifted my gimpy leg 2 inches off the ground without help or support for the first time. It was a good day.
 
I took a dump today and I didn't even have to wipe my ass!

Of course I attempted to wipe it twice but no shit residue appeared on the paper.

Score.
 
Hootie said:
I took a dump today and I didn't even have to wipe my ass!

Of course I attempted to wipe it twice but no shit residue appeared on the paper.

Score.
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It truly is the small things in life that matter. :lol
 
Downloaded an awesome set from Move D (deep house DJ and producer), and have a date with a really cute girl from Texas, whose favorite game ever is OOT, tonite.
 
I feel a bowel movement incoming. I hadn't did number 2 in a day, so I was starting to be worried after reading the constipation thread. But right now I can feel things happening which makes me extremely happy. All the Smart Star and Oatmeal, and fiber powder worked wonders.

Regularity is the highlight of my day, sad, I know.
 
JodyAnthony said:
learning i have ten cavities and have to have all four of my wisdom teeth removed, and that my insurance is only covering like 10%.
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What the fuck? Bad brushing habits?

e: why even have insurance if they're not going to cover basic shit like this?
 
Aristotlekh said:
Ordered an mp3 player I've wanted for a long time (Archos 605). I'm excited.
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nice little gadget.

i've had mine for a few months (80gb). unfortunately it crashed to the ground several times and touch screen isn't working properly anymore, also back/ok button has gone. Yeah, i was an asshole for not giving it the cares it deserved. I only paid 130 € for it though.


Highlight of the day was...uh...a gorgeous female co worker of mine called me the "most handsome guy around".
Also, cute girl i sometimes see during launch breaks smiled at me.
Oh and more appreciation from a couple 16 years old girls (heh) who probably thought i looked like sawyer (that's what young girls usually think) and my girlfriend's female co-workers which is driving her mad.

Actually, screw that, it's been raining almost nonstop for the entire month here, last 2 days were clear and sunny, first hint of spring, although still very cold - just the way i like it - and driving back home with open windows, when my archos randomly chose to play Janis Joplin's "piece of my heart". just amazing.
 
I was doing laundry in my dorm today and when I went to go get my stuff out of the dryer, there was a girl folding my clothes. She Smiled, I smiled back, then I realized she was holding my Tighty Whities.

D:
 
Watching sAviOr win his best of three versus UpMagic in the round of 16 in the MBC Starleague was easily the most awesome part of the day so far. Sadly I was crushed with Flash lost and got eliminated, fuck you KTF coaches and fuck you Leta for the cheeseball win.

Everything else today has sucked. I've interviewed three candidates for a job posting and have another interview to give in fifteen minutes. It's eating all my Real Work (tm) time today and I'll probably have to work until 8PM or so. Oh well, at least I have leftover waterzooi.
 
CharlieDigital said:
What the fuck? Bad brushing habits?

e: why even have insurance if they're not going to cover basic shit like this?
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i had never been to the dentist. my parents never took us and i never had dental insurance until now.
 
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