Rave: I'm not the only one who is bothered by people who 'could care less'. Someone (much funnier than me) cares enough to have made a video about it: <a class="postlink" href="http://gu.com/p/2h5z8" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://gu.com/p/2h5z8</a>
Rave: Yesterday and today have been perfect 70 degree weather with a cool breeze. Rant: Wish I could open my windows and enjoy it but my asshole, fat fuck of a neighbor has been powerwashing his fucking small deck for both days, non stop. He did it yesterday, from 11-7 straight. I was woken up at nine and the only time he stopped was when he got more gas. The thing is so fucking loud that even with the windows shut it sounds like someone is drilling in the basement. What the fuck is this asshole doing? 16 fucking hours so far. He has done the same spots over 8 God damn times. I hope the fucking thing explodes and he loses both his legs. Then his whale of wife will have wheel him around. Fuck.
RAVE: Will be a single man tomorrow. Yeeeeeee mother fuckin' haw. RAVE: Got a FWB lined up for Saturday (I've not been cheating, but have been put on notice to call ASAP when single).
Rave: Big steak for dinner Rave: Going out to the city (Rochester) to drink Rant: Shy as hell, here's to trying to get out of the shell!
RANT: A second stomach bug in six weeks. Thank you, Mr. Pink, for infecting me. You get mild stomach cramps and colon problems, I am incapacited from both ends. Not a happy camper. RANT: I didn't make it to the bathroom in time about two hours ago. And I don't mean by puking everywhere. RAVE: I got a bigger kick out of that than Mr. Pink. He was mortified for me. I, on the other hand, think it's funny.
Total Rant.. Fuck! It's 23:15 and my mother only ever calls me this late if it's bad news. Her dog might have cancer, but we won't know until tests can be done tomorrow. If there's one thing that can shake a guy up, it's listening to his mother cry on the phone. I'm not drunk enough for this. FUCK!!!!
MEGA RAVE: This will be here Friday! Straight from Ontario Canada too, so thanks Canadians! Fourth of July is going to be.... wait for it... a blast! RAVE: The fucked up neighbors next door have been quiet as mice this past week. You know why? Because the family they were fucking with most has a very close relative in the Social Services office. Turns out they are not supposed to have 6 teenage kids in the house. Oops. No minibikes, no loud music, no kids hanging out in front of the house to 2 A.M. Ahh, my nice quiet neighborhood is back.
Rant: I have an outpatient procedure on Friday to remove "precancerous cells." It's stressing me out, I feel like my body is starting to fail. Lame. Rave: Thank christ I have medical coverage. Rave: An extra 2 days off this week. I can't really afford it but at least I get a break from work. With pain pills.
RAVE: I hate my fat fucking processor. She is the equivalent of inside sales support, and she is useless (and did I mention fat?) She seems to forget that she get's paid because of the clientele I bring in not in spite of them. She is so fat she walks with a cane. How awesome would it be if I just grabbed her cane and beat her with it in front of the entire office, I would love to just look around at the shock and appalled nature of everyone. Then I could just shrug my shoulders and say "I'll probably get written up for that one!"
Relationship crap Spoiler Rave: Got some more sex out of friend boy. He was drunk and upset that I went to a swingers club/ was hitting on another dude at the bar later. I also insulted his sexual prowess. So yeah, he shows up at my door at 3 am and just starts making out with me when I open the door. I had a few guy friends visiting from out of town who then decided to whistle and yell. So FWB picks me up and carries me across the street to his house. Rant: He got all sad and shitty the next morning. Apparently he should have "better self control". I told him to stop being a pussy and go down on me again. Rave: He did. Rave: Tickets to the Vintage Grand Prix just came in the mail. I'm so freaking excited.
Rave: Took a hot shower this morning. After the cold shower I had to take yesterday, it was a Godsend. Pilot light on the water heater had simply gone out, my other roommates were content to call the leasing agency and wait for someone to come out and fix it, so I went ahead and re-lit it. Fuck cold showers. Rant: Pretty sure I have obstructive sleep apnea. I apparently snore like a dieing animal, and I got around 9 hours of sleep the night before last, and was still completely exhausted at work yesterday and fell asleep at my desk a couple times. I think I need to see a doctor about it, but I have no idea what kind of solutions there are to this kind of crap.
Rant: Big in-law family gathering in Wisconsin this weekend. At a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I'm not a big "outdoorsy" person, and this weekend will mostly consist of fishing and sitting around outside. None of my in-laws know how to plan for anything. I will end up bringing a bunch of toys and activities for my 3 year old daughter, and then when everyone else's kids get bored, guess whose toys they are going to take? I'm really not looking forward to this at all.
Rave: Tomorrow I leave on my two-week honeymoon, including an Alaskan cruise and a several-day stay in Atlantis. Bookending the cruise is a night each in two awesome Seattle hotels. Rant: The result of a shitty brain surgery incident a few years ago, my body displays strong, physiological and largely uncontrollable reactions (including freaking me the fuck out, puking, uncontrollable shaking, passing out, etc) anytime I subconsciously realize I might be in some kind of danger. Such instances often include: flying, cruising, doing anything remotely dangerous (like many of our planned excursions), and pretty much any time I realize than I am a good distance from immediate and adequate medical attention. This has been going on steady enough that I'm probably going to seek out some form of therapy (I/we are afraid I'm experiencing PTSD) when we return. Probably should have done it a few years ago. In the meantime, however, I'm just hoping these psychological and physiological reactions don't tank a significant portion of the trip.
Rant: Every day at noon is when I use my lunch break to go to the gym in my building. I crave this time. I need this time. I lift and run and generally do things I enjoy in an effort to keep my brain from getting all fucked-up and depressed. Because this time is so important to me, I am typically pretty methodical about packing my gym bag in the morning. So you can imagine how thrilled I was to get downstairs today and realized that I had packed everything but my shorts. Now, I have forgotten things before; I can workout in my undershirt if I forget a workout shirt. I can handle the blisters if I forget socks. I've even sat through the afternoon in sweaty, nasty boxer-briefs before. But I can't workout in dress pants, especially not the ones I am wearing today. This afternoon is going to suck balls.
Rave: Saw a huge bikey dude dancing and singing the Macarena at the AC/DC concert. Wanted to see them before they kick the bucket. Rave: Summer's here bitches!
Rave: Office is filled with dogs again because the owners are back from Florida for a couple months. I've now got 2 goofy golden retrievers running around wanting to play all the time. My other boss has her weird little duchsund/yellow lab mix here, too.