C.G. Remmet
Bio
I like music, mean jokes, and a variety of gas station snacks.
Painfully honest about the messes I get myself into.
Stories (9/0)
I Did It Again
I'm back to this. For one, I'm back to writing on this website. I imagine in my arrogant fantasy that there's a person on this website that pored through all the things I've written and is absolutely ECSTATIC (double underlined) that I have written something new. Occasionally over the past few months, or however long it's been since I last did anything on here, I would recall that I had gone through a phase of borderline-drunkenly writing articles about my own issues. And that, in theory, I would be making money doing such things. Well, tonight is the night I decided to finally dive back in and see how my gems are doing in raking in the dough for me. All 11 of you (average readers for my shit) reading this, you will be happy to hear I have made a WHOPPING 21 cents on this website. It's all thanks to you! I appreciate it! Maybe if I write 500 more articles I'll be able to buy a candy bar. Ah, I don't want to get too wrapped up in dreams of fortune.
By C.G. Remmet5 years ago in Humans
The Emotional Toils of Having a Blown Head Gasket
So, there I was. It was around 10:30 at night, freezing cold outside, driving back from a friend's house. I was lightly buzzed and feeling good; my car had just gotten out of the shop yesterday, and it was running like a dream. It had been having an intermittent over-heating problem. It would run a little warm for a few minutes, then come back down to it's normal operating temperature. It wasn't much more than a nuisance, but I wanted it checked out and fixed. My biggest fear was a head gasket, but upon taking it to the shop, I was told it was nothing more than a sticky thermostat. I could expect as much from a car of its age.
By C.G. Remmet6 years ago in Wheel
Homeward Bound
I am up late. Again. But tonight, it's different. It's an unusually warm night. There's a breeze; not enough to be disturbing, but enough to make the leaves on the trees rustle, and to make the stars look especially bright. I feel good tonight. I have not had a drop to drink, and I ate a normal meal.
By C.G. Remmet6 years ago in Motivation
Electric Feel
So much has happened. So many hours have gone by. So many laughs have been had between us, so many tears shed. We have grown closer. I am closer to you than I have been with anyone else. There have been times when I have almost given up. On us. On me. On everything I've worked for and striven for my whole life. And there have been times when I've felt I have finally made it. I have finally found all I am meant to find in another person, and I never need to worry about being alone again. I have finally won.
By C.G. Remmet6 years ago in Humans
I Won’t Be Eaten by the Monster of Love (Again…)
I've made up my mind on the matter. I've had just about enough of this nonsense. Years and years I spent anxiously awaiting its arrival. For hours, I would daydream about "the one"... the one that would finally come along and steal my heart away. He would have kind eyes, a nice smile, and would take my breath away. I never imagined grand gestures or flowers or an astounding wedding. What I fantasized about was a person that understood me like no one else. Someone I could confide in, and who felt they could confide in me. Someone I could always count on, someone that would be there through thick and thin. Someone who loved all of me. The insecure, the broken, the weak, the scared... they saw it all, and they dove in head first. Of course, I would reciprocate all of this. That was the love that I couldn't wait for. But, somehow, I left out any trace of heartbreak.
By C.G. Remmet6 years ago in Humans
The Joys of Giving Up
Rewind to about a year ago. If you asked me where I'd be in 5 years, I'd tell you I'd be cruising down the PCH in my long-coveted 1986 Lamborghini Countach, windows down, blasting Def Leppard or Van Halen or some heavy metal crap, headed to my bitchin' mid-century modern home located somewhere with an enviously-posh ZIP code. All my money came from some ingenious, world-changing idea I came up with, which I make loads of money on without getting name recognition from it (last thing I want is people following me around or badgering me). I have a horse, at least one dog, and a partner I am madly in love with. Oh boy, am I living the life.
By C.G. Remmet6 years ago in Motivation
There Goes My Life
I remember it all. I remember when I lost you. When I felt you slip away from me. I remember when I first got you. When you leaned in, in the middle of the night, like a dream, like life had finally decided to let me win and give me someone as wonderful as you. I remember when I thought I'd secured you. When I thought you were finally mine. Our months of partnership. I had finally met my match. My heart had finally been won. My days of searching were finally through. I remember when we first kissed. When I told you after doing this, nothing would ever be the same. And you wanted to anyway. I wanted to anyway. And nothing was ever the same.
By C.G. Remmet6 years ago in Humans