Rant: One of my funniest, quick witted, and full of life friends is now the exact opposite of that. He's lying in a hospital bed with a tumor the size of a baseball in his stomach. They tried to remove it but were unsuccessful. The good thing is that it's benign, the bad thing is that it has a 20% chance to become malignant. They're bringing the two top Oncologists in to take it over.. hopefully one can perform the procedure. It's just really tough seeing one of the most solid people you know in such a feebile, wounded, state.
Rant: I'm just now packing to leave at 8AM for my friend's wedding. Going to said wedding alone. Rave: Alone means a king sized bed all to myself. No dogs. No boys. Rant: No boys because of an untimely monthly visitor. Rave: I'm not the one getting married. Big Rant: My dad hit me with his SUV today. Technically it was the carrier thingy you put in the hitch but it was attached to his vehicle. We were doing some less than smart shit and I was bent down trying to line things up and he didn't hear my "whoa". He did hear me fall all over the pile of lumber behind me and asked "what was that?!?"... and he wasn't expecting to hear "me". It didn't hurt bad then but I'm sore as shit now. Rave: I didn't land on my tailbone again.
Rant: Fought with the wife tonight. Mostly dumb stuff. I must get the fuck off this part time night shit. It's fucking up my universe. Rant: said fight made me miss the game. Rave: said fight had me on the web appling for two jobs I'll get a call back for. Rant: 6 inches of snow right now and our shitty road commision plows when they feel like it. Bonus: I get to put all the school closings on our site insted of going home to bed. you pick: I live in the city with the most crime per capita in the US. Eat it Compton, Flint, and Detroit!
Rant: Dahlia had me up at 5:30 a.m. and I don't work the law job on Friday, so I can sleep in. Rant: Attempted to molest the wife before she went to work. "Get your fucking icicles of hands off my boobs!" Or something like that. Rave: Decided to take Dahlia for a walk around the city. So I popped in my headphones, got suited up (it snowed here again, global warming my ass), and took Dahlia out. Rave: Just as we came up to the intersection of 3rd and Walnut, the sun broke through, shining brilliantly above the old Philadelphia stock exchange. The wind was gently blowing snow around. It was beautiful, and in my headphones 'Bring On' by the Black Crowes was playing. It's moments like this that make me, heartless, sarcastic, bitter, jaded, old-before-my-time thoughtless prick that I am, think that there is a God, and he's smiling. But then I turn around and see the park is cordoned off. Ok, God is smiling because he has a prickish sense of humor. I can respect that. Anyway, took the girl for a spin around the city, she's now tired and resting in the middle of the living room floor. And she's blissfully quiet. Goddamn, I'm glad I don't have kids.
Rant: Why, when I've been blissfully free from having feelings for months about a certain person, are they starting to invade my thoughts again? This. Fucking. Sucks.
Rant- This morning, I had a ride with the worst taxi driver in the entire Los Angeles area. I had to go to USC Hospital to do some tests, so I called a cab that arrived at Pasadena at 7:20 am. It's a 25 minute trip from past experience. After I tell the driver the place and address, he acts confused, and tells me he doesn't know where it is. I ask how this is possible, considering it's right next to the largest hospital in all of LA county. Anyways, he PULLS OVER, meter still running, and tries to use the GPS. Unsuccessfully. He doesn't know how to enter in the address I gave him. I help him. He still doesn't get it. Instead of calling dispatch, he calls one of his Armenian buddies, and we finally go to the freeway, and eventually, arrive in Los Angeles. At this point, I thought the problems were over, when in fact, they were just beginning. Once there, he cannot, even after driving around in circles, find San Pablo. I only know the general directions in addition to the place and address, as he continually expects me to tell him where to turn left and right. (I'm not even sure where he is part of the time) He gives me the GPS, I enter in the coordinates successfully, and I give it back to him. He ignores the GPS. At this point, we get to the rough area of the hospital, a GIANT complex spanning dozens of buildings and several city blocks. The driver's strategy is to point to a random building, ask "Is this it?", and after I say no, drive around in circles some more, and once back, assure me that it is. Of the places we stopped, there was the pharmacy, emergency, and at one point, the morgue. When I got out at the latter destination, I asked some random people that I assumed were workers there for directions. They all looked very sad and serious, and unfortunately, told me they didn't know. Then I realized they were probably the families of the deceased. Oops. Anyways, I eventually call the taxi service, they tell me what I already know (the driver is a bumbling, incompetent idiot), and that dispatch will call and direct him to the right place. They do call him. After arguing with them, he STILL can't find the right place. Finally, I notice a place with lots of doctors, tell the driver to stop, and run out. At this point, it has been over 70 minutes for a 25 minute trip, we're still not there, and I'm late for the appointment I would have otherwise been early for. I talk to random medical people and security guards I find, and finally, sprint the last 2 blocks that the building I'm looking for is in. Rave- On the bright side, I didn't pay the driver anything, so I saved some money.
Rave: I have watched all five seasons of The Wire in two weeks. Shit, I never thought I'd find something this compelling. I wish there was more. Any recommendation out there for similar programs or anything you'd guess I would enjoy? Mad men? What else? Rave: I've also just started watching videos of Bill Hicks and purchased a book about him with all his scripts, interviews and letters. Tragic loss. Also bought a book by George Carlin, I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but when I go off to university, I might look for open mic nights with an aim to try stand-up comedy.
I just put in two weeks' notice at my job. It is a tedious environment in which I could not possibly advance, and I absolutely hate the work I'm doing. I fall asleep at night and wake up in the morning nauseated by the thought of having to come here. I've been self-medicating like a motherfucker on Sunday afternoons just to stave off the feelings of dread. I don't doubt this was the right choice for my physical and mental well-being. If things go the way I've planned, I will be moving in about three weeks. Not far, but to a location better suited for my goals. From there, I will have about four months of savings to tide me over while I look for new employment. I cannot accurately describe what I'm feeling right now. I'm 24 years old, with minimal debt, and I'm not responsible to anyone but myself. The part of me that's excited about the future is duking it out with the part of me that just realized I quit my job in the middle of the worst recession this country has seen in 40 years. So. Who wants to hire me?
RAVE: Im allowed to do a single exam to make up the course, pass this and I'm off the hook. If i fail I cant retake though and need to go through this bullshit again
Rant: I don't like to rant about work, hell I generally try not to talk about it if I can but fuck. I'm getting to the point where I don't want to talk to my customers. On a consistent basis I meet the biggest idiots in Edmonton. Spoiler Take for instance, this morning I had a customer. Phoned her up but she doesn't pick up the phone, fifteen minutes later she phones me back and I tell her I have a repair order to fix her internet. So, I head on over to her place and ring the doorbell - I can hear it go off so I wait two minutes. She doesn't come to the door, so I knock. Same fucking thing. Two fucking hours later, she phones me again. I don't pick up because I'm busy working. Then, over the next five minutes, she phones me EIGHT FUCKING TIMES AND LEAVES EIGHT FUCKING VOICEMAILS OF HER HANGING UP THE FUCKING PHONE! Fucking stupid bitch. Or hey, how about the idiots who just scream at me when I get to their house? Fuck them as well. I don't give a flying fuck that your internet doesn't work and I sure as fuck don't want to help you out now. Everywhere there are morons breeding and I have to deal with the consequences. Oh, speaking of morons breeding; GET FUCKING FIXED YOU IMBECILES. Stop pumping out seven plus kids, all of whom are not well dress (IE: clothes barely fit or full of holes), who look fucking starved and have to live IN THE FUCKING FILTHY HOLE THAT YOU CALL A HOME. I know you live on welfare, stop telling me that the cheques you get don't cover your rent when there's a massive fucking TV in the living room - especially when I bust my ass at a job so I can pay my fucking bills. And Jesus fucking H fucking Christ, learn to use a broom you ignorant twats. God damn, stupid, fucking cunts. This fucking city; it'll be the death of me. edit: Oh and now my work truck won't start. What an awful piece of shit this thing is.
Rave:Well smack my ass and call me Bob. 90% have a job, just waiting on a VP from corporate to sign off on it. It's in Ohio, Dayton to be exact, for a company that I used to work for. Rant: Have to move across almost the entire damn country in the middle of winter. Sucks giant monkey balls, but the hell with it, I've got a job(maybe).
RAVE: Just when I thought this town couldn't get any more weird, I find out that there is Midget Wrestling rolling into town next week. I couldn't be more excited
Rant: my mom won't buy me pizza rolls until I lose some weight, she says. Yeah right. Rave: my shipment of cough syrup arrived today. Gonna have fun this weekend!
RAVE: This state makes national news RANT: Because of -50 degree wind chill. RAVE: Excuse to drink myself numb.
Rant Fucking Leno is taking Conan's old spot. If I ever reach old age, I vow never to like someone as lame as Jay Leno.
Rave: My Nexus One just shipped. Time to set my piece of shit phone on fire. Rant/Rave: Pete Carroll? Really?