What do you do at home?

lol, don't worry :p and I'd better stop freeposting now or I'll reach my 1125 too soon!

back to the thread's topic: I also do excersice at home, I have one of that bikes that stays at it's place, like the ones at gyms... lol, I don't know how to say it in english!
 
Missy "C" said:
lol, don't worry :p and I'd better stop freeposting now or I'll reach my 1125 too soon!

back to the thread's topic: I also do excersice at home, I have one of that bikes that stays at it's place, like the ones at gyms... lol, I don't know how to say it in english!

It's called an exercise bike. :)
 
Chronic said:
(Besides TV, computer, music or anything sexual)
In my removed from the world room, I am glad you are there, veteran. I am glad to know you are in a room somewhere armed and silently bleeding. It's good to know that you know that no one will understand you. No one will know your wordless panic and empty stepping, slow moving desperation. You are alone but not alone. You are crowded in with ppl who are alive yet who have not lived.

You have been cast adrift in a sea of humanity and are stranded invisibly. You are not alone. My fist hit the wall as yours did tonight. My phone did not ring as yours did not. The scars of my knowledge and regret are rising off my flesh as yours are. I know you're out there in my night as I am out there in yours. Doesn't matter if you've seen war or not. There are many ways to see too much. Experience comes back around to trap you in its claustrophobic, vast abyss.

Those who want to be close only make you feel threatened. You like them, so you don't want them to get a glimpse of the horrific clarity with which you perceive. How you see the end of the story at the beginning and go along with it anyway until the pain becomes so all-consuming that all you can do is sit alone and wait for it to pass.

When you live as a warrior, you don't think that dying as one would take this long and be dragged out with such agonizing, dishonorable tameness. The minutes alive humiliate. The days mock and the voices fill you with rage. Wear it silently and walk on. Keep moving up the trail. Stay inside the treeline and never give yourself up because the natives are grotesque in their friendliness. They will kill you and you will go out worthless. Alone is the only way to walk the line and you know it.

(Or perhaps I'm reading too much into your simple question.
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I dont feel like I'm home much these days, internet aside, there's not much, lol. Cook... Clean.... Have a shower, lol... fight through the clothes on my floor to get to my bed and sleep. I'm bored of being at home lately though, reminds me that I have study to do. :(
 
get pac shit..and no, not bootleg mp3s..
 
I'm too busy man. I rarely have time to do anything to chill out.

I don't get on the ps2 anymore, I hardly see TV or Films.

If I'm at home I read or practice on the turntables. I may work out a little, but very very rarely these days.

I'm usually doing a favour for a family member or friend. Or working. I've taken to doing my Nans gardening, which I fucking hate with a passion, but she's 84 and will do it herself if I don't. So I try to make her last few years a bit easier.

I also have everyone of my friends needing their PC fixed. People don't want to think for themselves, it's too easy to ask me to do it. So I've stopped doing that now.

I try to get on TB for about half hour a day.

But most of my free time I'm out drinking. My house is just a spot I report to and sleep at.
 
a few things I do are walk and play ball with my dog, clean, try and cook and bake things, have sleepovers and vodka parties, iron :(, yoga, chill out in the hot tub, listen to music, write, sleep, read, internet, play computer games sometimes.

edit - i forgot! hanging out in my treehouse
 
Jokerman said:
In my removed from the world room, I am glad you are there, veteran. I am glad to know you are in a room somewhere armed and silently bleeding. It's good to know that you know that no one will understand you. No one will know your wordless panic and empty stepping, slow moving desperation. You are alone but not alone. You are crowded in with ppl who are alive yet who have not lived.

You have been cast adrift in a sea of humanity and are stranded invisibly. You are not alone. My fist hit the wall as yours did tonight. My phone did not ring as yours did not. The scars of my knowledge and regret are rising off my flesh as yours are. I know you're out there in my night as I am out there in yours. Doesn't matter if you've seen war or not. There are many ways to see too much. Experience comes back around to trap you in its claustrophobic, vast abyss.

Those who want to be close only make you feel threatened. You like them, so you don't want them to get a glimpse of the horrific clarity with which you perceive. How you see the end of the story at the beginning and go along with it anyway until the pain becomes so all-consuming that all you can do is sit alone and wait for it to pass.

When you live as a warrior, you don't think that dying as one would take this long and be dragged out with such agonizing, dishonorable tameness. The minutes alive humiliate. The days mock and the voices fill you with rage. Wear it silently and walk on. Keep moving up the trail. Stay inside the treeline and never give yourself up because the natives are grotesque in their friendliness. They will kill you and you will go out worthless. Alone is the only way to walk the line and you know it.

(Or perhaps I'm reading too much into your simple question.
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Pass that shit over here Jokerman.
 
meditation
clean room, put up poster's, make my room look nice, haha
write,(not lyrics)
work on my bike
photography
marijuana (sometimes)
dvd's, (either documentarys or bmx,or musics dvd's, im not into movies to much)
eat or cook
homework (sort of)
lay down and think about stuff,anything,everything (seriously i can sit there for hours just thinking about stuff, theres so much thats happened in life and i can just sit and think about stuff i havnt thought of in years. and just think about the future and ideas i have, places i wanna go , etc. family members are always asking if im ok cause i just sit for hours and daydream, it must look boring from the outside, i guess)
 

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