RAVE: Now down 60 pounds!!! That leaves me at 6"8" 282lbs... RANT: Years of being fat(ter) have left the skin on my stomach stretched. Now the fat left there combined with the stretched skin makes my stomach look like two old bitch titties... No Bueno sir.
Rant: Slept for 19 straight fucking hours. What. the. Fuck? And of course I'm exhausted. Double Rant: There was a lot of shit I needed to get done today, and now it's already 3 hours til dark. Fuck winter. Rave: Indoor plumbing, a gift from the heavens. Especially when its 20 fucking degrees outside.
Rant: I hope the military as a whole isn't as incompetent as the guy in the National Guard I have been dealing with for the past two weeks. All I need him to do is fill out a form about one of his subordinates and fax it back to me. First he wouldn't return my calls. Then his fax machine breaks or so he says. So I talk to him today and he says that he will be in my town in a couple days and he will drop the form off. I suggest that I just head his way and pick it up today. He says okay. So I drive the 20 miles a few hours later and of course he doesn't have the fucking form. It's with a different Sgt. in a van that's out of town. Now I'm going to fax it to a different Sgt. who should then email it to him and then he can email it to me. If he would have just told me he didn't have the fucking form when I talked to him this morning I would have brought him one to bring this shit to an end. And joy of joys my job is on the line over this guy doing this. I have to have him verify this girl's employment so I can finish my deal with her. Fucking eh.
Two Fridays ago a bone tumor was found in my femur. 1 in 15,000,000 chance of what I have. 20 years old. It's been a weird two weeks.
RAVE:I plan on stoping smoking. It's been going good. My plan is every time I get a craving to run it out of me. RAVE:I worked out at the hotel fitness room for 45 minutes and I feel awesome. RANT:I should have went with the Holiday Inn Express across the street, they have a sauna. Oh well I'll switch tomorrow.
Rave: Finally home from work. I hate to be cliche, but fucking Mondays man... Rave: The Girlfriend works Monday nights, so it's time for me to spend some good ol' quality time with the xbox.
RAVE: 13 more graded events in Primary Flight School!!! 4 Sims, 9 Flights!!! Rave: Trying to plan a Cross Country flight this coming weekend to San Antonio to see my parents. Just need to find an instructor to come. Rave: If I can get out on this Cross Country, I'll finish flight school one week from tomorrow. If I can't get out on it, then I'll still finish flight school a week from tomorrow!! Rant: Weather permitting......:-(
RANT Tough, tough loss for the Browns yesterday...still a hard fought game. Happy that they didn't give up.
Rave: Finally finished my memo and read (most) of what's due tomorrow. It's officially scotch 'o clock.
Rant: 0.4% rate rise, bastards. Rave: Awesome weather here, 31c today, 34C tomorrow. Beach should be great again on the weekend.
Rant - I have resigned to the fact that I am coming down with some sort of illness. I haven't had anything substantial in several years and, judging by the aching and chills, it's going to be a nasty one. Rave - Nyquil. Jagermeister's lethargic yet incredibly pleasant cousin. It is officially hibernation season for this mammal.
Rant Girl just got her monthly visitor. That means no sex for a couple days, since she doesn't like to get freaky when she's leaky. Rave Girl just got her monthly visitor, almost a full month late. I've been pretty nervous the last couple weeks, because we've done some pretty stupid shit while drunk. Rave New Girl Talk album released today. It's free. It's bumpin.
Rave: After tonight, I am off of work through Sunday. What's on the agenda? Tomorrow I am having 2004 Olympic Gold Medalist and current undefeated WBA super middleweight champion Andre Ward on my radio show at 6:30 PM Pacific Time. Friday I am going to the Knicks-Warriors game in Oakland. I am a lifelong Knicks fan. Saturday I am going to the Big Game between Stanford and Cal at Berkeley. I am a lifelong Stanford fan. Sunday I am going to the Bucs-49ers game at Candlestick. I am a longtime Buccaneers fan. The odds of three of my favorite teams playing back-to-back-to-back in the Bay Area were too good to pass up, so I picked up tickets to all three. Socially acceptable drinking all weekend? Going to kick ass.
Rave: My ankle is better and I can start running again. Rant: I have however gone and fucked my heel up last night. No running still Rave: Its sounding and looking like I have a chance with this girl. (Really would be great if I do) Rant: Job interview last night was possibly the worst one of my life
Rant; Summer has kicked in with full force here in Australia and my Canadian arse is sweltering. Rave; The new pool is filled and available to jump in every time I feel nauseous with the heat.
RAVE: Was asked on Sunday to help with IT support for a conference by one of my dad's friends. RANT: I quit after the guy suggested I leave. RAVE: IT Support for conferences SUCKS. You sit for fucking hours doing nothing after you've set things up, clients make stupid requests and then make denials on what they said. Fuck that noise, and those gutless assholes who were there at the time and said nothing to back me up. This is a RAVE because I will make sure to NEVER do that sort of work again. I really would rather run into traffic.
Rant: Redskins are back to shitting all over my hopes and dreams again. Rave: New computer at work with Windows 7 and a 24" monitor. It's a sweet setup for sure. Rave: Bushnell customer service kicks ass. The woman I dealt with sent me a brand new replacement scope before she even got her hands on the one I had returned to them. The new one gets here today and I'm sighting in this weekend.
Rant: Following the suspected broken (now suspected badly bruised) coccyx, I have a suspected broken nose. My hobbies are trying to kill me. Rave: I never got any girls with a straight nose, and I'm assuming that I can't get a negative number of girls with a crooked one. Call me cynical but something not getting worse is a rave in my book.