RAVE: Baaaaahahahaha, fuuuuuuuck yoooooou you energy vamping WHORE! The ex tried to stiff me with a $200 power bill. They took that out of the deposit. And things keep going Dave!
You know that sick feeling in your gut when you hear people say "Things have a way of working out" and you're evidently the only one who is aware of what a heaping crock of shit that is? Things work out? Suck my dick. Things fail to 'work out' constantly. The Nazification of Germany in the 1930s didn't just 'work out' for the Jews. Cancer doesn't just 'work out' for thousands of people. What they mean to say is "We hope things work out for you, because if they don't, you're fucking screwed." But they don't say that, do they? No, they never say that. But they're thinking it. We're not children. I don't need to be coddled. If you don't have any practical, constructive advice for the issue I've presented, shut the fuck up. Say nothing, and stop insulting my intelligence. "Things have a way of working out." Jesus fucking Christ, it's like talking to a fucking Hallmark card.
Rave: A great, relaxing bbq yesterday. Plenty of wine and sangria, good food and good company and a view of the mediterranean sea. Rant: Because of the above rave, this morning I counted 11 individual mosquito bites on my arms and legs.
Rant: I had a Baconator for lunch today, with fries and a chocolate frosty. I immediately regretted it. Why do I hate myself so much that I punish my body like that?
Rant: Just got back from the dentist for a regular cleaning. Turns out I have four cavities, need to have sealant put on 5 molars to prevent more, and I need all four of my wisdom teeth out because all my prolonging is making it 50x worse. Rant: I haven't had a fucking cavity is like 12 god damn years and never have I had them on my adult teeth. Cocksucking piece of shit ruining my perfect mouth what the fuck do I need to brush 5 more times a day god getting older sucks ass. I don't even know if they have that new waterlase treatment shit so I probably have to get them filled the old fashion fucking way. And what the fuck more sealant? I remember having that garbage as a kid and having the feeling of chewing on cement for at least a week before getting used to it god damn this is a shitty news day for me. Major Rant: Holy shit I've been putting off my getting all of my wisdom teeth removed for at least 2 years now I'm so fucking nervous to get it done. Getting knocked out for it via needle to arm, thank god I absolutely hate needles going in my fucking arm. Chance of getting a nerve fucked up during the procedure and having a friend with a partially numbed face since his doctor fucked up during his wisdom teeth removal? Awesome I can't wait. At least a week of pain and blood and ooze all up in my mouth? Sign me the fuck up. Oh well, at least they give you some nice pain pills to take. Oh shit, I just remembered that for some reason I am pretty much unable to swallow a fucking pill, so we all know its going to be so much easier after I get 4 teeth ripped from my mouth. I can't wait.
Rant: So I looked at my time sheet yesterday and realized that in the past month, I've had only one day off (July 5th, a national holiday) and have been working an average of 10.5 hours daily- including weekends. Rave: Had a very frank and honest conversation with the boss of bosses and we reduced my work hours to 30/week. Rave: No hard feelings and now I'll actually be able to apply some real marketing talent (whatever is there) to the work I do. Rave: Oh, and I get my life back now! I don't have to come in tomorrow, so I am most definitely firing up the grill tonight, making some jalapeno and pepper-jack cheese stuffed burgers (free from work!), and getting shitfaced with my old buddies Jon (the Roommate) and Natural Ice. Then, I get to spend some time in my workshop! And go shooting! And now I have time to shoot in matches and compete! Yessssss! Rant: I really need to perform now or this may turn out to be just a summer job. Fuck. Still under lots of pressure.
RAVE: Rocked my brief today. Hard work pays off. Rant: Flight itself got cancelled for bad weather. Rant: Fucking A, I wanna get back in the cockpit...stupid ass Florida weather. You could set a watch to the afternoon storms rolling in.
Rave: Finally getting some days at my job. Five days this week actually. Thank you people on vacation and people going away to college whereever you went you can stay there. it's gonna be great to get a paycheck that is more than 70 dollars. Rant: Work really, really fucking sucked. Mostly for what happened before hand. I had work at 4:30 so at about 2:25 or so I decide to go on about a 5 mile run. The run was fine besides the fact that it was like 90 degrees out today and the fact that I ran on country roads so there was virtually no shade. Okay whatever, its only five miles. Upon coming home I find that both of my brothers left and im locked out in scorching heat after a hot ass run with no water. Im knocking on every window, throwing rocks up at the second floor window, climbed up obstacles to see if my top porch was unlocked nothing... So I start walking around the neighborhood seeing if any of my friends or neighbors I know are home... Nothing. Upon reaching a occupied house I finally get to a phone and find out there is a hidden key behind my house that i never knew about. Fuck. Why didn't I know about this again? Get in at about 4:00 completely dehydrated only to have about 15 minutes to shower, drink, eat and dry my uniform. Needless to say glad this days over.
Rave: Finally found an apartment in DC for the Fall. Feels like such a weight is off of me. Plus, I really love the neighborhood that I'm in. 3 blocks to a Whole Foods, 2 blocks to a local bar. Excellent.
Rave/Rant?: Some Arabic dude who couldn't speak english was chasing down a baby owl in his van with his wife while I was walking my dog. He proceeded to hit the owl with his van, get out, catch it with his bare hands (It had a broken wing) and try to give it to me. When I rejected his offer he released it into some guy's backyard over the fence so I had to go get it to help the thing out. I caught it and carried it down the street and released it into a small field away from cars. It was able to fly, but not very far. It was cool cause I never seen a owl anywhere near my area before and it was awsome looking up close, the eyes are sweet. I checked around in the morning and there was nothing in the area so Im hoping and guessing it got away safely. Probably one of the weirdest incidents in my life and I wish I knew what else I could've done with it. A pet owl would've been awsome even though i'm not sure how legal that is.
Through some rep comments I recieved I thought I would fill in the rest of the story. I dont think the guy was actually trying to kill it but I think maybe he hit it earlier and was trying to catch it to help it cause It was flying really low to the ground when I seen it get hit so maybe it had already gotten hit earlier. The guy and his wife could barely speak one lick of english so I couldnt really understand what had happened but he did try to give it to me and came back around when I was walking with it back to my house saying "is good?, is good?". It was also about twelve am so im pretty sure the vet was closed at the time and I had nothing I could detain the owl in for the rest of the night so I had nothing to do but let it go.
RANT I have a roommate who is constantly late with the bills. We've lived together for 2 years now and I've worked with him when was short for whatever reason, but it was never that much money floating at any time until the last 6 months or so. Currently he owes me about $700, and it's been out there for a bit. Problem is he just never wants to talk about bills. I always have to track him down to get my money every month. It's total bullshit. I'm being a little passive aggressive on this one because he's a grown ass man and makes decent money. I hate to talk down to him because he's Much older than me, but I'm seriously considering telling him to get the fuck out. It would really suck for me financially to have to cover his bills every month, but hell I'm almost doing that already as it is. Anyway, I had to let that out. Dammit.
RAVE: Got an application out for a new job about ten minutes ago. It's a stretch, but I think I could be very good at it. This is a rave because over the past three weeks, it has become very clear to me that I'm completely topped out at this agency. New position would mean a bump up to a GS-14, an opportunity to learn some new things, and perhaps most importantly, it would be an actual policy-development position.
Rave: as of Tuesday, I now live on my own. Got the hot water and internet set up today, so I'm all good to go. Big thanks to all you guys who helped me sort out my grocery/cooking questions last month. Those posts will come in major handy.
Rave: Turned 27 today. I'm at the point where a birthday is just a day I have to bring something in to work. Wife got me a Kindle though so I'm pretty fired up about that. When we move into the new house I'm not going to put a tv in the bedroom so this will really get it's use. I also won't have to worry about losing books or destroying them. Bad part is though I'll have to re-buy any books I have that I'll want on there. I wish there was a discount or something if you already own a hard copy. Oh well, at least it'll push me to read more classics since they are free.
Rave: Getting ready to leave for a therapy appointment that will hopefully signify the beginning to an end of whatever post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms or variations I've been having to deal with the past three years. For the first year, I was fine, but my brain was also returning to a somewhat normal shape and I was in the honeymoon phase of "oh shit.... I'm still fucking alive!" Second year, the signs started to creep in, and this past year has been basically hell of the worst kind.
I don't know what this falls under and it doesn't matter. I watched the ESPY's last night. Bret Favre (no this is not why I watched but he looked good, the only thing he was missing was me on his arm pfft) presented the Arthur Ashe Courage Award. It went to a family from a small town in Iowa. When they rolled the story about the Thomas family I cried like a baby. Just as I thought the teary part was over the family took the stage and one family member gave the most moving, poignant and genuine acceptance speeches I've ever heard. I cried again. When the camera panned the audience I saw I wasn't alone. I cannot be the only one here that watched last night, and cried. Those that did, know exactly what I'm talking about. Those that didn't should seek out the story of the Thomas family. It will move you. Tidbit. I'm still looking for the actual footage of it. Found it. TISSUE ALERT!!!
Fucking rave: therapist said I have a "classic case of post traumatic stress disorder" and told me "you look like you just came back from iraq." Rave because this is apparently highly-fixable. Even more of a rave because when I explained to her my previous strategy of dealing with this with booze, she told me that "you gotta do what you gotta do" and that until we can work more on fixing my ptsd the real way, that's ok in the interim. (Full disclosure: I'm not talking full-out drunk, but 1-2 beers to take the edge off, which is what I had been doing.).