Rant: Stupid fucking back is playing games again and has been sore all day. Body is falling apart and I'm not even thirty. Fuck this.
Rant: I've suddenly become very bored with my job and sick of dealing with stupid coworkers/customers. This happens around this time every year when things slow down a little but yesterday was particularly painful. Rave: Taking a "mental health day" today. Rave: The fact that its going to be a cloudless, sunny, 92 degrees day has nothing to do with my decision to take off a random Tuesday. Rave: I plan on sitting poolside, catching up on some reading, and overdosing on vitamin D.
Rant: I am at work, which normally would be fine but the fact that I feel like my brain has a separate pulse right now and my eyes feel like they are going to bleed is making this day not so fun. I also found out what shade of green the contents of my stomach were. Happy fucking Tuesday.
Rave: Currently 26° in Toronto. I may be stuck at the office now, but I'll definitely walk my dog and enjoy this nice weather later. Rant: 26° outside and a woman who sits near me is wearing a jacket and using a goddamn space heater.
Rant: Broke it off with friend boy. He freaked out and told me it was "too much like a relationship". Whatever the hell that means. Rave: New Fablab boy is pretty hot. Might have to make a move.
Rant: Decided since money is tight, that I would do a brake job on my car my self to save a couple hundred bucks. I went out and bought rear pads and rear rotors and got to it over the weekend. Of course this happens to be a hot as hell weekend, so while doing this I was sweating like a faggot eating a hot dog. The car is a 2000 Accord, and since its older most of the bolts are rusty and a pain to get off. Making a long story short, I got one rotor and set of pads on, then on the other side, I stripped some bolts on the brake rotor and couldn't get it off. Spent a couple hours trying to drill out the broken bolts, but to no avail. I gave up and put everything back together and decided to take it to a professional. RANT: Took it in today and I fucked it up so bad that I will need new pads, I "blued" one of the rotors from making it so hot and will need 2 new calipers because the old ones are leaking. Grand total of $1100. Fuck me running. I'm searching for the parts right now, but I will be letting them do the installation. Anybody know of some cheap online parts stores for Canada (or last resort, the US)?
RANT: Just sat through that... Chater, you have a much deeper voice than I expected. Were you congested during this interview? RAVE: I'm fucking drunk. I ate pumpkin pie for dinner. RANT: Ready to move out of this place with the soon to be ex already. I'm at the point can't stand living here anymore. And I'm gonna have to move back with the parents for a month, so that's saying a lot. RAVE: She's not here. I'm drunk. RAVE: I really really really enjoy scraping the calluses off my hands and feet. RANT: I have SERIOUS calluses on my hands and feet. RAVE: My calluses are fucking awesome. The ones on my hands are from lifting weights and doing pull ups. The ones on my feet are cause I'm white trash and walk around in the burning Florida sand and it feels like cushions of manliness softening each step I take. RAVE: The women they say men's hands and feet are supposed to be like that. RAVE: I don't care what anyone says I will be spending at least half the year living in Atlanta and 'winter' down here in Florida. Football season in Georgia is the SHIT! No more fuckin' Gator fans.
RANT: A local startup (awesome business with tons of potential) posted on a recruiting network that they need a marketing intern (research, sales, sourcing, the whole shebang). I've met the CEO twice... he spoke at a club meeting I'm in and I also went to their place to ask for donations for a silent auction for the same guy. Emailed him a formal resume and cover letter but the body of the email was a pretty frank message- like a cover letter minus the bullshit. 12 hours later, he replied asking when I can start and how many hours a week I could possibly work. Rant: I replied and haven't heard back yet. I know it's soon, but DAMMIT I'M ANXIOUS! Rave: Finally figured out how to polish up cast steel from a rough casting to mirror shine. Its been holding me back from completing a few projects and finally! Success!
Rave: We have an interview today with a girl, and holy shit, she is nearly Jägerette's twin. Same hair, same eyes, same ass even. I want to hire her, because that could fulfill the best three way ever.
Rave: It's time for me to lose some weight, I'm tired of being a fat fuck. I bought a new road bike a couple months back and I am determined to get into the habit of riding. Also, no more eating out for every meal. I went grocery shopping yesterday so now its soup for lunch at work and I will be doing some healthy cooking for myself at home. I had grilled fish and steamed veggies for dinner last night after my bike ride. Rant: I have a feeling that healthy cooking for one is going to be a pain in the ass, especially when I come home from long days at work and just want to eat a cheese burger and have a nap. Anyone have any good advice on diets/cooking ideas for losing weight?
Rant- Justin Bieber. It's times like these I wish Michael Jackson was still alive and had a sleepover
Rant I'm still being a bit of a pussy about my recent breakup. Rave Nothing like a nice afternoon paddle to clear your head!
Rant: I have the flu and don't want to get out of bed. My roommate's girlfriend brought it to the house damn it. I don't blame her though her fucking aunt wouldn't let her stay at her house while she was sick (how fucked up is that). Rave: At least I get to watch the first season of prison break
Rant: Was supposed to spend an evening with the boys drinking and playing cards. Now I have to drive someone to the airport.
Rave: I'm flying out tomorrow for a 5 day weekend of visiting the GF's parents, they fucking rock. Rant: The GF is at class and I'm bored alone in her apartment. She won't be back until 10:30... I'll be passed out by then. Rave: I'll be passed out because I'm hammered. Rant: I'm drinking alone because my Boston friends are too "responsible" to party on a weeknight... pussies. Rave: I like drinking alone. Rave: Today is my Friday. Rant: the weekend drunk thread doesn't start until the real Friday.
Rant: Fuck this socialist, fucked-up province. I might have been able to claim to be a moderate before moving here, but after seeing how efficient "public" systems work (and yes, I'm including the banks with this one...by which I mean Crown Corporations), I think anything and everything that is even remotely controlled by the government should be run out of town on a rail. Privatize everything: health care, licensing, insurance, whatever. Fuck it. The level of inefficiency and stupidity when the government is involved is personally offensive to me, and NO ONE IS ACCOUNTABLE FOR ANYTHING. Rave: It's a beautiful day, and I'm having homemade Caesar salad with sauteed shrimp for dinner. Now, if only the provincial government would collapse...
Rave: Tomorrow is my last day at my job! I feel like singing and dancing a la (500) Days of Summer's "You Make My Dreams Come True" musical spot. Rave: Floating the river. Commence the drinking and sunburning.
RAVE: Been keeping a careful eye on these since they were announced, this does have the back pocket burning.