Rant: Can't afford to quit without another job lined up. Rant: Don't have another job lined up despite a bunch of fucking around and promising options. Rant: May well rage quit before the day is out. So fucking angry. Rant: Inheriting my father's anger management issues.
Rant: I just pulled my first gray hair. I am 22 years old. I cried a little bit. I have dark brown hair and have been trying to convince myself that it just grew in blond.
RANT: Another shoot today, this one went for 13 hours, and I missed the entirety of the Super Bowl/ the last Super Bowl party with my guy friends from college that we're probably going to have ever, at least with this many of them all together. And now I'm mixing some of the stuff we shot to present to a whole bunch of people tomorrow. God damn.
Rave:Was at a party with the Mrs Co-workers, and first possession after half time. I said "well this is pretty close, but he will throw a pick 6 right now". I was just talking shit but I looked like fuckin Nostradamus. I didn't win any squares but all the guys at the party threw a 10 spot at me for calling it. Awesome. Almost $200 for just talking shit. Rave: I leave this afternoon for an all expenses paid week at a private cabin in Yosemite. we are gonna go snow boarding, BBQ, and drink like fish. Rave: I have nothing to bitch about.
Rave: Hosted a Superbowl Chili Cook-off yesterday that went really well. We had about 20 people over and a ton of food. Only two other people made chili, so the cook-off wasn't as populated as I thought it would've been, but it was still a great time. Rave: I made a kick ass chili. Started with venison, then put in tomato sauce/paste, cannellini beans, a sweet onion, 2 jalapenos (chopped), four habaneros (diced), 1 can of corn, 2 andouille sausages (diced), half a bottle of Frank's Redhot, cayenne pepper, chili powder, garlic powder, ground mustard, chipotle seasoning, 2 cups of shreaded pepperjack cheese, and about half of a Guinness. It cooked for 6 hours before we started to dig in. It came out exactly the way I wanted it--with great heat, but a heat with flavor, not just mindlessly hot for the sake of it. Some people loved it, others had to cool it down with some sour cream before they could stand it. Rave: After the votes came in, my buddy and I were tied for best chili, so we decided that the tie breaker would be a game of darts--crazy cricket. I won. The prize? The golden chili spoon, and bragging rights. Rant: Feelings of victory soon gave way to ominous rumblings deep inside me. The first sit down wasn't too bad. The second felt like I was shitting battery acid-soaked razor blades. When it was time for the third, it was the only instance when I've ever been legitimately afraid to poop. What wasn't too hot going in came out like ignited rocket fuel.
Rant/rave- Sucks having to pull an all nighter just to watch the super bowl. Passed out for the second quarter. Friend woke me up and when I got up I put all my weight on my leg that had went to sleep and fell over like a dumb bell. Put in a solid 13-14 hours of drinking though. Rave- Casino in Blu-ray. I like it more than Goodfellas.
Rant: Is there anything more infuriating than living with a roommate who insists on watching The Price Is Right? Every single day, without fail, he will get up at 11, walk straight for the TV, turn it to CBS (which I've come to recognize as the shittiest channel in the history of ever, if only for its inflated sense of self-worth), and sit down to play WoW as the worst show on television plays loudly. He doesn't even watch the motherfucker! It acts only as background noise. Even worse, he's too lazy to get up and turn off the TV at noon, so then I'm force to listen to daytime news, which is the bottom-feeder of all news outlets. Should I get up and turn it off myself, he'll immediately ask, "Can you turn it to Comedy Central?" If I say no, he'll get up and change it himself. I'm then forced to listen to more shitty television, usually in the form of Beerfest, Van Wilder 2, or whatever latest installment National Lampoon has ejaculated to the masses. I'd be more forgiving if he picked up a single piece of trash that he leaves around the living room, or cleaned a dish after using it instead of leaving shit around the kitchen. Worst of all, the guy's a fucking sociopath, and I've come to loathe his very existence. Don't even fucking get me started on the stupid cadence he and his girlfriend use when they talk to one another. It's like the only peace of mind I have in my own house is during the 3 hours I have to myself between getting off work and him waking up.
I am hung the fuck over, as in can't remember a bunch of the SB commercials and some other stuff, hung over. I came in today and told my Boss, I've got the DT shakes going still and it's almost fucking 2. I'm afraid to eat anything because I don't really want to see it come back up. It's my own fault. I was talking to a client, one of my favorites, I told him how I was feeling and gave the excuse that I was watching the team I love win the SB. He laughed and said, "shegirl, how you are feeling today has nothing to do with watching TV." He's an older dude named Van Martin. Gotta love it! PS And I say what I say every single year, why the fuck is it on Sunday and/or why isn't today a national holiday! Fuck sake.
Rant: One of the guys in my section got caught drinking underage. He's a douchebag and deserves to burn, but shit always rolls downhill with that sort of thing. Mass punishment, here we go! Rave: I was drinking, enjoyed mocking the halftime show, and didn't get caught. Drinking at a friend's house always beats randomly crawling bars.
Rave: Really awesome day. My ROM has significantly increased, and walking is starting to feel more normal. Mobilizations kick ass. Best of all, I can start getting back to my normal workout routine...within reason and staying smart about it.
RANT: Woke up yesterday to a broken monitor. It's only 2 years old. Fuck this. RAVE: Today I fixed it! I am so grateful to have friends with vast computer knowledge. Thank you very much Nett Daddy. I owe you one. ????: The solution was simple. I just had to flick the switch on the power bar back to "on". It seems that drunk Queen-Bee hit it when she grabbed her phone charger the night before. Ooops. Colour me stupid.
RAVE: A text in the morning from the girl asking what the hell I did and that she will be surprised if she could walk. RAVE: "What the hell was that?" *shudder* *shudder*
So RAVE I'm getting Tiesto and Digweed to spin at it My daughter is FINALLY probably coming home tomorrow or wednesday. I hope none of you ever have to go through worrying that you may lose your child. NONE of you. Thank you to all for the wonderful support. You can be my friend.
Rave: The Super Bowl is no longer camped out in my goddamned front yard. Rant/Rave: got to see the religious zealots yesterday as we walked around the tailgaters. Those people are insane. Like...literally mindbendingly insane. Ugh.
RAVE: Apparently I grow good weed. It's still 3 weeks away from done and I'm quite baked. RAVE: Baked music.
Rant: Fucking raccoon gnawed through the mesh wire to get into the rafters/attic. How do I know it was a raccoon? I heard something thump, then go absolutely apeshit gnawing and scratching like it was pretending to be a bulldozer. I rapped on the ceiling and the fucker popped its head out and looked at me through the window. It didn't just look at me. It fucking DEFIED me. It said "Bring it you gangly, bitch," then went back to gnawing through my wall. Rave: I just met billy the Exterminator's retarded cousin. He makes night calls. For a dude that was hunchbacked and completely high out of his fuckin' gourd, little rat tail bastard could scale a roof. Then he proceeded to blab my ear off for over an hour about critters, the SPIDER THAT LAID EGGS IN THE WOUND IN HIS LEG, and how raccoons are basically 20 pound wolverines. Dude embodied "poke it with a stick." Rant: Fucking thing is still up there... mocking me.