I'm Bobbo. I'm 18. I live in Buffalo. I love sports, TV, videogames, and partying. I'm way more outgoing in real life than I am here, and I'm worth getting to know.
I used to go to TV Tome from late 2003 up until it closed. I was never a member though because I never had the time, nor the interest. When I finally decided to become a member, I found out the site was closing. So I waited until TV.com came around. I went there for a while, hated it, and then Super_Cool told me about this place so I came here. I love the community here. I usually don't join online communities like this, so don't ask me why I decided to join here. I really don't know why, I'm just glad that I did.
I'm a real good listener. I'm an understanding person, who likes to help people. So if you ever wanna talk, feel free to I.M. me. My AIM is BobbotheSlobbo X (the AIM name is an inside joke).
For those of you who are wondering what my member name means: It just means that I'm the third person in my family to get the name "Robert Setter", (even though I'm not a junior or anything, because our middle names are different).
Just like the f**king Kennedys...
-- posted on May 24, 2010
The last couple of weeks have been rough. Rough to the point where I truly believe my family is cursed.
Back in February, my Mom, going through a mid age crisis wanted to take one last family vacation to Disney World. The problem was we had to go during school time, and I wasn't too thrilled about it. I really had no interest to go to Disney World, to me it's a global scam, but my mom REALLY wanted this to happen. So we all went a little over a month ago. Now after everything that has happened, I feel a sense of guilt for not wanting to go.
You see, two weeks ago, I get a phone call from my dad on my way home from school. In a very nonchalant tone, he tells me to go to Sunoco to get my car inspected. I ask to borrow his car to get my check from work. He says he can't. I ask why. He tells me he has cancer.
Whoa. Then he tells me not to tell my mom, or my sister, that he wants to tell them in person. I get to Sunoco. My mind is totally blank. I was so fucked up by this, that I actually just left my car in the parking lot and walked home, forgetting to even go in the station. I get home, and my mom and sister are already there. I have to fucking lie to them when they ask me if I heard from dad. Then he comes home, calls everybody into the kitchen and tells us he has Myeloma. Just this last Friday, we found out how specific this is. He's got to go through chemo for the next three months or so, and then needs a bone marrow transplant. Wow. It's just so weird. Anyone have any experience with this specific form of cancer. I hear the success rate is somewhat good, but I want some outside opinions, someone who will give it to me straight. He's 58, and had a massive heart attack in '92. How bad does that hurt his chances? According to his doctor, not by much.
On top of that, not even a week after we find out my dad has cancer, I get a letter in the mail. You see, back in April '09, I got into a car accident. Skidded on black ice, and hit some bimbo in front of me. Totaled my first car. She tells me and my dad that she's absolutely fine, and that she was more concerned about me. Yeah. Over a year later, we get a letter saying that she's suing me for injury, suffering, blah blah blah. Took it to my insurance agent. Have yet to hear word on that.
God hates me.
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