rant:Just got back from the hospital. Turns out I've had 2 broken bones in my wrist for the past month so now I've got to wear a cast on my left arm. I'm left handed. I play guitar. I work in a bar and a club. this is going to make things a bit annoying rave:Thank god I've got a cripple crapper..
Rave: Wife & kids went back east for a wedding, so I have the house to myself til Sunday. Rant: I get to spend the weekend working on two papers and catching up on my class reading. Rave: Just finished the second of two papers due tomorrow. Rave:I think my body has finally adjusted to the ADHD meds. I'm better abl...Oh, look! A squirrel!
Rant- I understand that the pool and gym in my building are shared and I can't expect to have either to myself but I am getting tired of seeing the same people using the equipment all day, every day. I tried to go swimming three times today (10 am, 3 pm and 8 pm) and each time the same couple was in the pool, they either are half fish or swim every other hour all damn day. When I gave up on the afternoon swim I went to the gym, only to find three heifers sitting on the machines watching the largest heifer use the elliptical. I tried the polite, cough and key jingle, in the hopes one of the cows would get the hint and move her fat ass off the treadmill, but apparently sitting down and gossiping takes precedence over those who actually want to work out. I finally gave up on waiting for her to realize how rude she was being and asked her if she was planing on using the machine. She gave me a dirty look and got up to move and when she did I saw a pool a sweat under her bum, she was sweating from SITTING*, gah. She didnt even attempt to clean it up, I was so disgusted I just bailed. I am going to the pool now and I swear to god if the couple is in there making out and acting like fools, heads will roll. (*I realize she could have been working out prior to the sitting but have some sense and clean your mess up)
Rave: So drunk, I can't even see straight. Getting off of work in Indy at noon + some random sports bar= me being hammered on the company dime. Fuck 'em. Rant: Figured that this would be a good day to spew all sort of feelings and shit. Got, " I am flattered and I don't know what to do with this" from her. Again, Fuck 'em. Rant: The bartender at said sports bar admitted to being pregnant, and was smoking and doing shots. This is the type of shit that ends up with said bastard robbing my house in 15 or 16 years. Fucking MidWest. Going back to the West Coast in 9 months or so. Fuck this place.
Rave: Danny Green with another KO. Granted it wasn't the best fight but he still came away with the win.
Rave: It's beach weather. Rant: Not wearing sunscreen is a bad idea. Why do I do this to myself? Rave...maybe, not sure yet: Been talking to my ex a bit and went to the beach with her a couple times. Could reignite an old flame that I stupidly ended on some fucking retarded thought. Thank you beach!! PS, she's fucking hot as shit in a bikini. Hopefully pics will come for you animals.
Rave: Spent the evening road tripping with my best friend. For those of you that don't live in a small town/middle of nowhere that's driving around on back roads with no destination while drinking some beer. I wasn't driving, so I feel like that's okay. Back in the day that's 'where' we drank, either driving around on gravel roads or having a party on one. Rave: I don't go into work until 12:30 tomorrow so I'm good to continue to drink tonight. Rave: A pack of Marlboro Special Blend for 2.65 before tax. Normally I spend at least 4.50 for a pack of Marlboro Lights after tax. Rave: New South Park tonight. Rave: I love beer. That is all.
Rant: Just found out a childhood friend of mine was murdered this weekend. Strange-ish rant: I heard the story on the news and didn't know it was him because he converted to Islam and changed his name. Sad rant: His parents have now lost three of their five kids in the past 4 years. And so it's not all negative.... Rave: My taxes are done a whole day early!
Rant: I've been upgraded from flu to pneumonia. I don't know if it's my antibiotics or what, but I feel like I've been kicked in the liver. Time for another trip to the hospital. God dammit.
Rave: Thursday is my Friday this week. Rave: Putting the sailboat back in the water tomorrow. Fingers crossed that everything goes smoothly. Rant: The weather is going straight downhill from the time I get out of work and will get progressively worse thru the weekend. Rave: I received 12 freebie stainless steel water bottles from a promotional items company that wants our business. They took it upon themselves to even put our logo on these. Half for me, half for some customers... maybe.
Rave: Psychology of Violent Predators exam tonight! Going to crush this and then be free from University forever! Rant: Until I apply for Masters in Criminal Justice Programs next year, negating the forever part of my rave Rave: Going to consume the 48 beers I bought in the States last week between tonight and tomorrow! C'mon Weekend Drunk Thread! Rave: Not Durbanite!
RAVE: New job! No more putting up with drunk assholes, and the wildebeests in tube tops that infest the bar I used to work at. RAVE 2: Hot girl who I am in love with. And for some indecipherable reason seems to love me back. RAVE 3: I'm going to Bloomington for little five next weekend to see one of my best friends. Oh the drinking! RAVE 4: I don't live in the moms house anymore. RAVE 5: Constant access to internet. And on a related note, does your phone kick ass? Droid does! RAVE 7: Had my boys last weekend. They are getting so BIG. Not even two yet, and they are at forty lbs, and are taller than most three year olds I know. And even though they are blond haired, and blue eyed, I am really starting to see myself in them. Especially in their tendency to break anything they can get their hands on. Minor inconsequential RANT: The new job requires me to reacclimate to grown up hours. How in the hell is anyone capable of being chipper at 7:30 in the damn morning?
RANT: Type O Negative's frontman Peter Steele has died of heart failure. I think today will be a find my old Type O CDs and play them all day.
This is for the dumb fuck kids at the bar last night spilling beer everywhere, singing DMX at the top of their lungs over the jukebox that was not playing DMX. If I was in a college bar then I wouldn't have had a problem with that, hell I would expect it and endorse it. However, this is a bar that people stop off for a stiff drink, to forget about the work day, we tap our fingers to a little Waylon Jennings, Social Distortion or Ray Charles, whatever is coming through the speakers. We watch a little baseball and make small talk. We enjoy drinking and it is good. We don't embarrass ourselves. We wake up and do it again, because it is the right thing.