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..teenage girl, roxanne (or something) goiing thru changes in her high school career. has really wealthy friends, one of them THERESA is a pretty bad egg. in 8th grade theresa was sent to a rehab facility centered on helping eating disorders and treating them. roxannes parents are pretty wealthy and well known and her mom wants her to go to the annual summer camp that roxanne always goes to and is a counselour at.. her mom tells her to invite theresa and her other friend mary kate. mary kate and theresa have other plans, however… sign up for camp, make parents pay all the money and instead go on a road trip for the time (month and a half). roxanne falls for it and ditches camp. theresa invites roxies b/f, and his two friends. ends up that theresa screws everyoneup and just wanted to meet up with her druggie anorexic hippie friends, and roxies b/f is a loser who screws with mary kate, etc.. its all like everyone has secrets and finding your true friends and religion in situations …
yeh, i’ve been wanting to write lately and thought of screen writing, but like novels better. srry if the idea or plot isn’t clear…it may sound really awkward and weird, but i’ve really got some cool endings thought of and things like that. plus i only had a paragraph or so to describe, so yehh srry.
it sounds typical also but the characters are really taking a long time to sort out and i think its differnt than most stories like this b/c its psychological in some ways… we find out more about the characters as the story goes on, what motivates them, and some have hidden identities as well as a strong case of split personality. it gets good
first of all they’re not eight graders!… thats when one went to rehab. i didnt mean to make the anorexics on drug a stereotype, its just who they are. the main characters are going to be Juniors in high school. neways, thanks for telling me. i’ve been thinking about writing things other than “kid” stories, but this IS my first time writing a really big thing, and it is difficult at first…
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I have always lived in a family of smokers. My mother and father have smoked for over 30 years. I have friends who have smoked for years, and who claim that they can not stop due to nicotine “addiction.” I decided to perform an experiment so that I could put myself in their shoes and finally give me right to criticize their unhealthy habit. I decided to over a 1-month period build up my tolerance to nicotine to the equivalent of 2 packs / day using Nicotine Polacrilex gum. I began with the 4 mg gum, building up my tolerance to 10 pieces / day = 40 mg nicotine which is over the equivalent nicotine of 40 cigarettes. I build up to 10 pieces within 2 weeks, and continued to chew 10 pieces / day for 2 weeks. At the end of the 1-month period, I was going to stop cold turkey. I was returning home for christmas break, and left my nicotine at college. There was no way that I would have gotten away with sneaking to the local CVS in order to purchase more gum, even if I wanted to, so I knew I would not fail. The half-life of nicotine is very short, so the physical addiction is gone within a few days. Therefore, I knew I was going to be in for a bumpy ride.
However, it was nothing like I expected it to be. Yes – I felt the urge to chew more gum, and noticed myself feeling groggy, and a little more easily agitated, but I still was able to act like my normal self. By the third day of no nicotine, I had no desire to continue chewing the gum. Yes, I enjoyed it thoroughly, and would chew more if given the opportunity, but I really didn’t feel an uncontrollable desire to chew more gum. My parents act as though they will go insane without their next cigarette when they get that urge, and refuse to do anything other than smoke when the urge comes around. Therefore, I think that I am living proof that cigarettes aren’t that addictive. There is no use in smoking cigarettes… in fact, the gum is even more pleasurable than smoking a cigar (which I have smoke about 5 in my lifetime) I have never smoked a cigarette and never will. Currently I have bought another pack of 4 mg gum and chew a piece or two a day, sometimes not. Yesterday, I didn’t chew a piece at all, and I haven’t yet today. Tonight, I might, because it is an enjoyable drug… However, as far as I am concerned the physical addiction is bull. Sure, the habit might contribute to the inability to quit, but as far as I am concerned, one’s health is more important. This goes out to all smokers –> stop chewing, pick up some gum, and enjoy. :D
My question to those of you out there, is has anyone else performed this type of experiment, and if so? what were the results? Also, can you smokers out there give me more input as to why you don’t stop smoking and sacrifice your health for cheap pleasure, which actually can be obtained from buying the gum, and getting a nice nicotine buzz. 4 mg CVS brand nicotine citrus gum is awesome. It tastes good, and you get a gooooood buzz. (probably the equivalent of about 5 cigarettes at once.
Give me your opinions / suggestions, etc?
Then what do you all claim the real reason you keep smoking is?
Is it the habit, because the addiction doesn’t seem that bad to me… Is it a social thing, or what?
I mean, smoking a cigar does help relieve stress. I’m sure cigarettes do the same for you all, but I prefer the gum to cigars anyways…. What’s the addiction all about?
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has anyone divorced a spouse with a shameful problem, like addictions or serious mental health issues, problems that can lead to stigmatization? i am separated from my husband who has pornography addiction (yes, it is an addiction for those that are unaware – it has the same emotional consequences and same addictive thinking and immaturity and arrogance associated), and i plan to divorce him.
what do i tell others? to tell others would be shameful for him. on the other hand, he is vengeful and might be saying lies and half-truths about me. how do i protect myself without harming him more than necessary? also i feel i might look foolish and stupid if others know i married such a man (he hid his addiction before marriage). he also lies pathologically (i hear all addicts do) and is joined at the hip with his parents.
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23 Years of marriage, 10 years of alcoholism for me with three years of sobriety. We are separated now but talk alot and are intimate when we can be. Many, many mistakes along the way including 2 affairs, but I keep getting called home or to come spend the weekends with her. There is alot of love from me and seems to be alot of love for me in her hidden behind alot of hurt and anger. When we’re together it is very passionate, more so than ever, when we are apart she’s undecided about us and leaves me to believe it’s over but then tells me she loves me. I keep asking her if I am a fill in for sex until someone else come’s along and her answer’s change with her mood. How do I get into her heart and mend it? I’m afraid sooner or later I will hear about someone else and our circle of hurt will just continue.
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I hate it when people ask me how my mom is. As a kid she was VERY verbally abusive to me and she is also an alcoholic. She has been physically abusive to me on occasions as well. I am now an adult and I don’t have very much to do with her, but members of my (deceased) father’s family will often ask me how she is doing and one of my college friends just asked me for he address so she could mail my mother a Christmas card. Most of these people are people who know at the very least that my mother and I do not get along. She is good at hiding her alcoholism and when I would try to talk to people about the things she would say to me as a kid people would just say, “Oh, she is your mom, she loves you,” or, “you know when you grow up you will be best friends.” I think people have a lot of trouble believing that a mother could be this way, especially people who are close to their own mothers. And so when they ask me how she is doing I usually just say I don’t know I don’t see her that much, but people either look at me like they feel sorry for HER, or they look at me like I am stupid for not knowing how my own mother is. So my question is how SHOULD I handle things like this? I am the oldest in my family so this sort of question falls on me a lot, but now that I am an adult I just try not to think about her and what my Dad’s death turned her into. I just like to live my life and be happy so I wish people would just ask me about me and my husband when they talk to me. I don’t care how she is. Probably drunk and angry, that is how she is.
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So ive been bulimic for 5 years now and am just realizing how severly serious my problem is. after looking things up online. and looking up support groups..and ive made some ind of mental attempt…but im scared…and no one even knows i have a problem. even my best friend of almost 10 years. i justr need somone i can trust to suport me and help me cause i guess i have too much pride i thought i could fix this on my own and i cant. and each day is gettin more and more difficult. im not afraid of dying. but who im leaving behind. and the secret they will find out when it does happen. and how shockin and shameful it will be. ..and how no one will really know the truth from my mouth…so i have somone who wants to be with me and im really thinkin of telling him..if he wnats to even get involved with me..but he seems to think imperfect and amazing…but i am soo far from it i duno if hes mature enough to handle it…but then again i think he might be since he has been clean for awhile now after his mother sent him to rehab for havign a drug problem. but he is compltely past that and such a different person..i think he might understand and might try and help me…how do i tell him..what do i say. i get anxiety jsut thinking bout telling anyone my shameful secret. thats literally taken over my life for the past 5 years. i cant even be a normal person anymore.
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Here’s the scoop. Met, got married. 4 months later he was doing steroids so bad and lying about everything while I was 3 months pregnant so I left him. He ended up back in prison for the 3rd time. I drove to see him, his parents paid my gas money. I divorced him and still went to see him. He got out, we remarried. Two weeks after marriage, he had profiles on the internet about being single, etc. I went to see mom in another town one weekend and came back early for a surprise visit. He was drinking and I had the cops follow me up to a motel. He OD’s on tylenol while drinking and lived through that ordeal. Got out of the hospital, and a year later he has been in hospital twice, rehab once, and making his own beer. This is a very pretigious family and they have lots of money. Courts usually don’t make inmates pay child support but he was ordered $300 a month while incarcerated. Now that he is out, not working, even has a big hidden trust fund, do I need to just divorce or ask him to help?
His parents are great. Its hard to describe them. Wealthy, socialites, picture perfect everything who only helps if I am trying to make it work with their son. Last time I was in court he was in prison. He says now I have no proof of him making money because trust and mutual funds are hidden, his mother tells me we will settle out of court (I brought out the bad side of their son in court last time)and that they are on my side. They only seem to want to help if I am trying to work it out with him. Its a shame because he is a nice looking man. I went to pick him up Friday and bring him here with me and his daughter and he wanted me to stop at the grocery store and he came out with champagne and a case of beer. I took him back home and told his parents and they said that’s what I should have done. His mother is very demanding and has never had to pay daycare, work, and provide for family. She doesn’t understand. I feel good about me taking him back home. I think I will go write a book.
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