Rant/Rave?: The ex was in town this weekend. Seeing him may have stirred up some nostalgic, romantical feelings. Fuck.
Rant Took this hot southern girl out last night for drinks after I got off work and everything's going great - she's new here, trying to make friends, is hot as shit, wants me to go to a concert with her in June, etc etc... then at one point I make an off-the-cuff joke about her being a "tramp" in reference to something she was wearing. She sure thought that was funny. I back peddle and say, "I didn't mean to call you a tramp. I meant to say, that you look hot." "Gee, that's the nicest thing I've heard all day. I look like a hot tramp." Walking her to the metro that night, she gave me a "nice to meet you," and walked down the escalators. I am the only guy I know who cockblocks himself. FML.
Rant: Bored as fuck in my college town as almost everyone I know isn't here right now. This was the lamest weekend I've had in years. I have a few friends still around, but none of them like to drink (at least not much) and in general just aren't very fun to hang out with. Oh well, in a few weeks I'll be moving and starting my job. This isn't really related to anything, but since I have nothing else to do I've mostly been watching television and reading. How much can CNN report on the oil spill? I get it, it's a big issue, but what the fuck? They seem to never stop covering it. It's all they fucking talking about. You'd think it was a story equivalent to aliens making contact or WW3 starting.
Rant/rave?: I went to a different grocery store yesterday, and it was absolutely CRAWLING with MILFs! Unfortunately, it was 45 miles from my house, so there is no reasonable way I can shop there more often.
Rave: we have the answer! My son (8 months old today, been sick for 5 of those months) has delayed gastric emptying and the medication is WORKING. We had NO idea what it was until now. HOLY HELL a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.
Rant: I go to turn Treme on HBO and I'm met with those intolerable Sex in the city bitches. Fuck, I wanted to know what happened to the Chief. Rave: I've finally got a Tv show to rant and rave about. The show's getting alot better. Rave: I got the sofa and extra tv sold today. Rave: Twenty-six and a wake-up! Rave: Life is looking up. Well, a least it's not leaning so far to the left anymore.
Rant: Fuck my roommates!!! They Say lets party then 15 minutes later they go in the bedroom with there girlfriends and I have to entertain everyone, this is bullshit!!!!
RAVE: On the ferry ride back from Victoria today, I learned they have Guitar Hero in the arcade! Whatever shitface 11 year olds had the high scores for Pride and Joy and The Metal sure don't now! HA!
Rave: Went and got my gun license this weekend, and this weekend I will be challenging the Restricted exam. I will now be spending all my money on guns. Rant: Apparently the wait time in Ontario to get all the papers back is looooooooong as hell. Like 2-4 months long Rave: Dragged (drug?) my self out of bed this morning for 6:30 today to get my ass back in the gym and had a good work out. Rant: The gym is closed for the rest of the week because they're replacing the floor. So much for getting this routine going.
Rave: Moving into a new place today. Rant: Moving. Rant: Rain. Edit: LOTS of rain. Jesus. I can't even see the end of my back yard. Edit 2: Remembered my beer fridge was outside to de-ice and drain out. I had to run out and get it, and got absolutely drenched in the 15 seconds I was out there. My clothes are all already packed, so I'm sitting here naked while everything I was wearing is in the dryer. THERE IS RAIN ALL OVER MY DICK, AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT. Fuck moving.
The reason I decided to not pursue anybody was because I didn't want to feel like I do right now. She's one of the few that gets me. And of course she's with someone else. I'm going to stop typing and start drinking. Nothing bad will come out of that, right?
Rant: Term paper tomorrow. Rant: Lost my university ID. Rant: 3 home renovation projects on the go. Rave: Two weeks and I'm on a beach in the Mediterranean where no one can find me and no one has my number.
Rave: Bought a new pickup truck this weekend. Now I get to pimp my new ride. Rant: Had to reorganize the garage in order for it to fit. Rave: The Mrs. did most of the reorganizing. I just helped move the big stuff. Rave: Butt-can chickens drowned in Carolina BBQ sauce. They were awesome.
Rant "Life is Good" might be the biggest hipocritical bullshit company. They portray this bohemian, unconvential hippie-appealing company and then charge $30 for a t-shirt. Apparently it costs a lot to be a free-spirit.
Rave: I'm getting married in less than a week. Rant: Day before yesterday my fiance's engagement ring broke and the center stone (fucking karat and a half) fell out and we can't find it. Rave: Thank god for insurance. Rant: Now I have to deal with the whole process of insurance and finding a new diamond/ring on short notice. Rave: But the wood grilled, mesquite-BBQ marinated chicken is smelling M-I-G-H-T-Y good right now on the charcoal grill. I've decided to make up for the ring sorrows by drowning them with food and beer.
So, the basement is a total write off. All the drywall. All the carpet. Baseboards. Everything. Insurance is covering all the damage; however, to fix the foundation problem is my concern. I don't know if this is a rant or a rave. I had no desire to renovate my basement this week. It's a Ravt.
Rave: Amazing weekend. Rave: Sailed all day Saturday around Monhegan Island. Met some very cool people and got hooked up with a free mooring to use whenever I want. Rave: Went fishing for striped bass and then cod on Sunday. We caught our limit for striper in 45 minutes. Bagged a couple of nice cod and had a cookout on the back of the boat. Rant: We caught our limit in 45 minutes. Rave: The best part of the weekend was the email I received this morning from a customer canceling my appointment with them this week. Now I don't need to go to Tennessee. Rant: I was already halfway home when I received the email. I could have stayed in Maine for a few more days.