RANT: Orlando, FL is a black hole of acceptable women. I'm not looking for a wife or anything seriously, but casual dating would be nice. Every girl I meet is seriously dumb as shit, with no ability to banter or hold a conversation. RAVE: My job is fucking awesome, and I imagine I will be unreal far into my career by 30. RANT: This job keeps me in Orlando for the foreseeable future *gun in mouth*
Rant: I don't know what the fuck my neighbors are cooking but it smells like its on fire, or maybe the inside of their apt is on fire who knows.
Rant: The Squadron Duty Officer tonight is a fat lazy bitch who, despite her status as a shitbag, is a complete nazi when it comes to holding other people to the regulations. Fuck you, sergeant. Rave: We had a "pizza problem" for the whole class on one of our systems. As in, "Fix the problem, and the staff sergeant buys everyone pizza." My suggestion was the right one, so I got the credit. Felt good. Rant: I'm not 21, so I can't go get wasted. I really want a beer. Rave: Next week is poker weekend at a buddy's house, so I'll be getting wasted then. I can see my money vanishing just thinking about it. Mega Humongous Rave: Staff sergeant decided to treat us to "the food of the gods," as he called it. It's motherfucking PRALINE BACON. Brown sugar and finely chopped nuts put onto bacon and then fried. It's probably more unhealthy than a lard popsickle, but it was fucking amazing.
Rant: The advertising of prices excluding sales tax is just plain stupid. God I hate it. Is there some argument in its favour I am missing?
Rave: Iron Maiden were phenomenal. Rant: Flying cattle class feels like riding in a fucking clown car as a giant. Rave: Hot flight attendants, being home and comfy couches.
Rave: I just re-activated my facebook, spent five minutes on it and said, "man, fuck this" de-activated it, and now im very glad i have done with out it for 5 months, man that website is a fucking parasite.
Warning: Stories of marital bickering (over stupid shit, mind you) follow: Rant: Wife and I had an argument tonight. We were out at dinner (typical Saturday Night) and I accidentally spilled a full cup of diet coke on myself as we were leaving. My pants were soaked through to my underwear, as was the hoodie I was wearing. It is also 32 degress out, so I was freezing my nuts off as soon as we walk outside. Naturally, I was extremely uncomfortable. Unfortunately, my wife decided that she really wanted to go see the new TV her parents bought today and make sure they hooked it up right (she also bought them an HDMI cable and wanted to drop it off). I told her I really just wanted to go home, change, do the laundry, and relax, as we had to get up early in the morning to go to church (again, her idea, I'd rather sleep in). She tells me she really wanted to go tonight. Again I protest, and again it is useless. We are going, but she compromises that we'll only stay for "5 or 10 minutes at most." We get there (me still soaked), and I ensure her dad hooked the TV up properly (he did). My wife compliments the TV, makes some small talk, and my mother-in-law offers us some tea. My wife accepts, turns to me, and says "you don't mind if we stay longer, do you?" right in front of her mom (who already tends to dislike everything I do, so I have to make nice). I give her a look of death and say yes. She proceeds to sit and bullshit with her mom for an hour. Meanwhile, I am soaked, sticky, and her mom's fucking dogs (two labs) won't leave me the fuck alone. They're all over me, jumping up on me, and any time I try to get them the fuck away, they think I am playing and come right back. Of course her mom has zero control of those fucking dogs, and also refused to put them outside or in the other room. I hate those fucking dogs.* Finally, after an hour, my wife turns and says "oh, yeah, D26 spilled some pop on him earlier tonight, we should go." Now, she could have said this 50 minutes earlier, allowing us to leave after "5 or 10 minutes at most," but nope. Waited an hour. That's when my mother-in-law goes "oh, I was wondering why you wouldn't sit down." It was because the back of my pants were soaked, and I didn't want to sit on their furniture with a wet ass. We get into the car, and I fucking lose it. "What the fuck kind of manipulative shit was that? You wait til we get there, and ask me, in FRONT of your mom, if we can stay longer, like you DIDN'T know I'd have to agree? If you'd have spilled something on yourself, we wouldn't have fucking gone anywhere except home so you could change!" Of course, she fires back, trying to blame me. "You spilled it on yourself! You knew I wanted to go there! I couldn't just tell my mom we were turning around and leaving immediately!" Fuck it is a stupid argument, but this is the first time I've ever (in 11 years together) seen my wife pull that kind of manipulative bullshit. Everything, from the way she lied to me in the car about not staying long, to the way she asked me, and asking me RIGHT in front of her mom, was designed to manipulate me into having no choice but to stay, or face a bunch of drama and bullshit from her and her mom about how I am such a dick. What a fucking shitty night. *Note that I don't hate dogs in general, I've just had a lot of bad experiences. I was bitten by a crazy, out-of-control dog when I was in 4th grade, and hated dogs as a kid. Now, every time I go to the in-laws, I have to deal with two excited, under-exercised, under-trained, poorly-behaved fucking labs that jump on everyone and want to play endlessly because no one in that house will walk them or play with them, ESPECIALLY in the winter. Fuck those annoying dogs.
Rave: Spring Break is in 2 weeks, bitches! Rant: I am an adult, and Spring Break consists of work and rehab. Booooo.
RAVE: Won $960 playing craps at the casino last night! Myself and my friend went on two back to back heaters, unbelieavle. We were definitely "that" table! I hit a 25$ Yo (11) that pays 15-1 odds. Nearly jizzed in my pants when it hit. What a fucking night last night was. And I was stone sober!
Rave: After refusing to take my adderall for the past several months citing it was my lack of willpower that caused me not to study ... well I'm on again. The decision was made after the last three days were spent playing video games, binging on movies, and finding any excuse to not do homework. WELL now I'm loving my homework ... Jesus Christ why did I ever stop using this stuff. Rant: I probably just like using drugs and the tingly sensation that adderall gives me while studying. Rave: Who cares, I'm getting work done.
Rave: I just decided I'm going to the Bockfest at my favorite brewery next weekend with a buddy I haven't seen for too long. Fuck yes. Time to get sloppy drunk in the afternoon with a bunch of people and good ass beer.
Rave: This post coming at you courtesy of my new Droid 2! Unlike my old LG phone, on top of everything else it even lets me call people... and hear their voice! Oh sweet day! Rant: All thoughts of productivity are completely out the window.
Rave "Academy Award winner Trent Reznor". That has a nice ring to it. It was nice to see my favourite (living) music artist win an Oscar, and he deserved it.
Rant: Yet another reason I can't stand this hippie/vegan generation. From facebook: "does anyone ever feel like a war on north american soil would be awesome just so you could join a resistance group? sick headbands, rationed food, awesome one-liners... yes? no?" We need one good war to scare these princesses straight so they realize the cows not being fed gold flakes and bathed 10 times a day isn't a REAL problem. I know it might have been a joke, but even as a joke it really speaks to the lack of understanding my age group seems to have about the severity of war. And pssssst, if a war happens on NA soil, it's not gonna be Iraqis bum rushing the shores with AKs in rubber dinghies; your resistance group isn't going to do a goddamn thing against the organized military might of the Nation that tries it. That is all. Have a good Monday.
Rant: I need to raise $1 K in capital to start my internet fund I'm trying to find another way to raise money. Looking for a second job, but it'll take some time.
Rave: Got three brand new Ian fleming books for only three euros. On the bookdepository they cost about 8 euros each. Rant: Headache.
Rave/Rant: I have been working two jobs, substitute teaching a few times a week, and now I'm working in the toy department at Walmart. I need the money and it's good to be able to be putting some in the bank....Finally.
Rant: Just got a call from a past drinking buddy who informed me that a friend of ours was shot Saturday night in Ft. Worth. Took two bullets to the front, and two to the back, and one hit his liver. He's still alive, but the internal bleeding is bad. Doctors give him a 50/50 chance of making it. Police guard on his room, no visitors allowed and no one has any details. I'm numb.