... I have nothing, not a rant, not a rave. I have nothing, not just here, I feel like I serve no purpose, it REALLY has me thinkings about the meaning of life so to speak.
Rave: I'm in Austin, finally. Rant: Typing this from my phone whilst sitting on the kitchen counter. Nothing here but my dog, suitcase & air mattress. Rave: polishing off a 6 of Old Scratch, and the movers come early in the AM, so even if I have no TV/Internet for 6 more days I'll at least have everything else.
Rave: Up 25 bucks in poker Rant: Gonna choke a bitch, should've just gone and played darts with other people
RANT: I have the first couple of bars of "Hey There Delilah" on perma-repeat in my head. Why? Cause I fucking hate that goddamn song. I can't be the only person this happens to. I don't even know the words. It's all, "Hey there Delilah, blahblahblah blahblah blahblahblah, I'm a big fat fucking faggot." This isn't fair.
Rave: Just realized I had the Speed Channel Rave: See above Rant: There goes hours of my life because a bunch of Audis are racing a bunch of Benzos.
Rant: I am working today as tax season has officially began, and trying to catch up on some projects before I'm behind. MAJOR FUCKING RANT: My boss is in the next office over, and watching porn with the sound on. Everytime I go to a slower/quieter song, I hear some whore grunting and moaning. My boss is 63 and weighs 400 pounds. The visual when I realized what was happening made me throw up a little. At least I get to listen to Powerman 5000, Pennywise, and Thrice at normal volumes rather than turning the volume down. RAVE: I thinking he's leaving (Fuck you all for the reps that will say ("or cumming")!!!
Rant: Diverticulosis. Rave: It's not diverticulitis. Rave: Met Harry at Alton Brown's today. Rant: He couldn't do anything for my diverticulosis.
RANT: After the whole sexting incident with Mr. Pink in December, I decided to let it go if the man met certain conditions necessary to work on our marriage. RANTIER: He didn't meet the conditions. I didn't lay down anything ridiculous. I said he needed to get into therapy and needed to stop clinging to me and being so dependent on me. It took him nearly three weeks to pick up the phone and call a therapist (and subsequently told me therapy won't help) and in that three weeks, cried and begged me not to leave him and to come home to Seattle. SIGH. RANTIEST: We're now separated. Divorce will likely follow. Not how I wanted shit to go down at all. It's damn near impossible to be in a relationship built for two when only one person wants to work on it.
Rave: My girlfriend and I now own a dog, we pick it up next week rant: it's like the least manly thing ever; half poodle half shih tsu
Rave: I will never own a shitpoo Rant: I am sitting at home alone for the 4th day in a row too tired to leave the couch, and I have gotten sick of Stargate amazingly (seriously, I have watched 40+ episodes in the past few days) Now I am watching that Storagewars show with the rednecks bidding on shit.
Rant:Turns out the drunk fuck hit my car and 4 others. What a fucking idiot. Rant:So after 3 weeks at the autobody shop they called me to say my car was ready so I dropped off my rental car and go to the shop. Then they tell me the airbag light is on and they can't get it off so I won't get my car back until Monday. They gave me a loaner vehicle to use for the weekend. Rant:Said loaner vehicle is one of the ugliest vehicles ever made. A fucking PT cruiser. Rave:Dealing with the insurance company has been going very smoothly. Rave:Captain Morgan's spiced rum.
Rave: Brought a girl home. ??? I think I might have told her she was acting cunt-ish. Rant/Rave: Bed to myself.
Rave: Bought an old car for... Ravier: a 1500mile road trip through 3 countries from Switzerland to Portugal because... Raviest: spending 6 months in Lisbon on exchange. Surfing, Rugby and shitloads of partying? Why yes please dear sir, I shall gladly participate. Also, FINALLY getting out of here and moving around again feels great. I am currently shedding all belongings except books & clothes. After this, my last semester, I will have the liberty to pack up my stuff at the drop of a hat and move to wherever the fuck I want.
Rant: Half a bottle of Pussers did NOT help my cold situation. Contemplating laying on the shower floor under red hot water all morning. Rant: My toes literally hurt after watching Black Swan last night Rant: Friend's drunken girlfriends. Sorry honey I'm not down with OPP though I'll give you credit for re-enacting the masturbation scene from Black Swan on the kitchen floor. You get the academy award. Rant: Fuck you left nostril. You drippy little bitch. Why don't you take a lesson from right nostril and just cut the shit. Seriously.