SGEDIT: It was already said and you quote it with "'Nuff said" and thats it? Not only was that not adding a thing it was a response to a post which is not allowed in this thread. You know better.
Rant Fuck me. The 'stache is growing quite nicely, and the wife decided to get me back and grow an 80's porn bush. There's nothing more disgusting than a box that smells like a terrarium and has the humidity of an armpit.
Rave: Just got offered a job which is paying £5,000 more than I am currently earning and which actually doing what I want to do. Fuck this is awesome, I'm going to be getting the contract drawn up tomorrow and then will be starting in a couple of weeks time. I can't wait.
Rant: Well fuck. I just had a long talk with my baby cousin who couldn't understand why her now ex boyfriend doesn't trust her after she cheated on him. I had to remind her how shitty she felt when her last boyfriend dumped her. Cue the tears. I told her she pretty much kicked the poor kid to the curb and while I understand it at her age, it's a pretty fucked up thing to do. She cried her eyes out and admitted she'd never seen it that way. Then I had to tell her a few of my stories about guilt and cheating. Ugh. Then she told me she wants to ride a bull in a rodeo. This girl hasn't rode a pissed off sheep and I suggested she start by trying to ride the family dog before jumping on a bull. One of my childhood friends that was an accomplished horseman almost got killed riding a bull. Thankfully I know they won't let her ride a bull without prior practice. I told her I'll jump out of a goddamn airplane with her before I let that happen. I'm to old to be jumping out of an airplane, especially since I know how to fly one, but if I have to I'll shove her out the door and follow her. Which is probably the likely scenario, I'll be damned if either of us is jumping first, one of us is going to have to fall out the door. The little girl is as fearless as I was at her age and there is no way I'm going to let her show me up. She goes out the door first with a healthy shove and I'll be racing her to the ground. I'll never,ever let on that it's stupid to jump out of a perfectly good plane. I'll just plummet towards the ground at 100 MPH and pass her bye laughing. And scared to fucking death. She'll never know that though. I really don't want to jump out an airplane, but I opened my big fucking mouth and I never back down.
RANT: Serious racial tensions in S.A. at the moment due to the murder of AWB leader Eugene Terre'Blanche. Watch this space. RANT: Cleaning up fabric softener really sucks. Especially when it's because someone else dropped the bottle, causing a crack and hole to form in the base of the bottle and having said bottle slowly leak for 10 hours on a window ledge. What a fucking mess. RAVE: Still alive, though.
RAVE: Had an interview this morning that went EXTREMELY well. They said I would hear either way within the next two weeks, but I'm expecting good news.
Rant Harry Potter, who gives a shit? It's about wizards, same thing as Dungeons and Dragons yet Potter gets the magical pass while D&D gets the stigma for being "nerdy". Fuck off. If you're bored, masturbate. I know you're already good at it.
RAVE: Since I already had the day off, we took the kids to see Avatar. Holy shit but that was a great movie. They loved it and didn't make a sound the whole time. RAVE: It only cost 20 bucks with popcorn, drinks, and candy because we saw it at a local place. They had cushy reclining seats too! It's the simple things kids.
Rant: Work is still painfully slow. Rave: One of the guys left his tape measure here, which I am now claiming for my own. Rave: The distance between the top of my desk and the office ceiling is exactly 1829mm. If knowledge really is power, I guess this means I am climbing the corporate ladder.
I'll admit that I'm the first person to go on and on about how much I hate Walmart. However, I had a ton of odd-and-ends running around to do tonight. One stop, under half an hour, netted me: - greeting cards - matchbox cars (a gift) - dog toys - a wireless router - rubber stamps - bananas - apples And I could have had my oil changed while I was shopping. So I guess this is a rave? About Walmart? Fuck you for judging me...that shit was convenient just now.
Rant: I started a Bootcamp training program 2 weeks ago, this means I have been in near constant pain for 2 weeks. Rave: Starting to feel pretty good (apart from the hurting), I was apparently 10 pounds overweight (they did an initial assessment) and I've already dropped 4 pounds of that. Rave: It's amazing how much harder you can push yourself when being harangued by a trainer. I’m planning on stabbing him to death soon.
Rant? Rave? I have no idea. My weather radio just went off rousting me off the couch. I kept hoping it would just shut the hell up and leave me be, but after 2 minutes or so I stumbled across the room and pressed the button to see what it had to say. It basically told me to run for the hills, which it doesn't even say when we're under a tornado warning. It said that a line of severe thunderstorms with a history of heavy damage is headed my way and that I should seek shelter immediately. Fuck it. I like to live dangerously, I'm staying put. The next hour or so may get interesting around here.
Rave: Going to Cuba tomorrow with the friends. Got the day off pre-trip, so I've got tonnes of time to buy shit (ie: clothes), pack shit (ie: as much redbull as I can fit) and detox my liver (ie: one day should be good, right?). Rant: Had to much coffee and now I'm jittery. Was going to play videogames (yup) until it wore off but I can barely sit still. Whoops! At least I'll be tired for the flight tomorrow. Rave: Gonna git' me a tan.
rant: My parents told me they were getting a divorce yesterday. But that's not what this is about. I'm tired of people hearing it second hand and asking me if I'm OK. I'm perfectly fine. I really don't care. I'm not a kid anymore and I'll still see them both, just in separate houses. I only live at home 3 months out of the year as it is. I don't know if it should bother me or not. But it doesn't. I just feel like it is what it is. There's no changing it, so why worry? I just want people to leave me the fuck alone and quit asking how I'm doing.
RANT: I caught the dog eating out of the litter box again, which he's done multiple times with no bad repercussions. I reprimand him, close off the box and go to bed, thinking that's the end of it. Cue me waking up at 4am to hear him about to vomit. I try to quickly shepherd him into the kitchen for easier cleanup, but he pukes all over the bedroom floor twice. Then when I finally get him into the kitchen and turn to the bedroom to clean up, he runs into the living room and pukes in there too. Tonight, I came in contact with the world's worst substance, and it is vomit made out of poop. This is not regular dog vomit, this is the most foul smelling vomit, naturally because it is made out of goddamn shit. And it wasn't just a little thing of vomit like dogs usually have, this was a LOT of poopvomit. So I clean it all up and thank god I'm finally done with the Night of the Poopvomit. I get ready to get back into bed, only to realize the reason I must have woken up in the first place is because he threw up right next to my head. Yep, bed is covered in vomit as well. Stripped the sheets and now I've moved to the couch. Of course, as I'm moving to the couch, what happens but that I step in...can it be? Yes, another hidden pile of vomit. Rave: He's still the best dog ever.
RANT: There are going to be murders. Someone watched this week's South Park and made me a Facebook account.
???: This might be sexist but I'm sure I'm not alone in the thinking. Women who are WAY too hot to be doing the job they're doing. There is a girl that works at the coffee shop I stop by a few times a week. She should/could be a model. Extremely friendly, perky, and very personable. I chat her up a little while I'm there and have learned that this is all she does. My first thought is that I should hire her, double whatever she makes, and let her do customer service for us. Her voice is even cute which defuses at least 75% of the anger our mostly male customers have when they call in. It's proven. When our junior sales guys fill in on overflow CS calls they get their heads ripped off, the CS ladies... maybe once in a great while. The problem is she's too hot to be in our CS dept too. Rant: I cracked an axle on my tractor. I know exactly when I did it last fall. Sheeet. Now I need to decide if I just want to trailer it to the dealer to have it fixed or man up and do it myself. I'm leaning towards manning up since all the tires on my flatbed trailer are flat, and my tow truck is halfway across the state right now.
RANT: So I have a few friends who decided they hated school as much as me. They dropped out and went to Nevada to work on a farm. After hearing about the satisfying physical labor, and how they get to be their own boss I couldn't help but be jealous. I talk a lot about just saying "fuck it" and bailing to pursue something more rewarding that paying out the ass to attend this godawful degree mill, but they actually had the balls to do it. Their story gave me hope. Pursuing fulfilling work, their blood and sweat producing real tangible results in the form of produce. I found out today that they are on the way back to the midwest tail between their legs. While I'm glad to see my friends again, I can't help but feel that somehow the fantasy I play in my head during class has been proven to be just that, a pipe dream.
RANT: I won't get to talk to Angela until Sunday. RAVE: I have stuff going on Friday night and Saturday so it should go quick. RANT: I'm worried about what she has to say. I'm afraid that she will try and down play what happened last Satuday and the following days. RAVE: If that's what she goes with then fuck her. If you want to be too blind to see the obvious then you deserve to loose me.