Rave- Found a great, BETTER new apartment for less money than my old one. Rave- According to the local tenancy laws, I am entitled to a lot of money (2 months' rent plus $1,000) because the managers violated a litany of city fire codes, and it led to the permanent removal of myself, as well as 50-100 other residents. That's in addition to the security deposit. Rant- As expected, the manager and owner are being scumbags, are doing everything in their power to avoid paying former tenants their money. They are Japanese but understand English just fine. When it comes to discussing their legal responsibilities, however, it's "no speak good English". They have tried to scam myself and others into signing forms, and are hiring a lawyer on Wednesday. Rant- Headphones lost reception on the left side during the move. So damn hard to find the nice, durable ones...
Rave: I just discovered the XBox360/Netflix marriage. Holy. FUCK. Rant: I am pissed at myself I have owned an XBox since May and had no clue about this until now.
Rant: Brother ended up not coming. He started driving up Friday night and turned around because he kept falling asleep. Then, he slept in Saturday morning. He was on standby for work starting Saturday at noon. Standby as in "turn on a computer and fix software shit within 10 min of a call", and can't be driving up I-45. If he had changed his lifestyle for one fucking day (as in waking up before 11 on a weekend) he could've been in Dallas at noon. I am irritated because 1. I have seen him exactly once, for about 4 hours, since Christmas, 2. He's a big reason I didn't go to Austin this weekend. I planned on studying and hanging with him. Now that all of my friends are at the lake I'm just studying. If I had gone to the lake I would've come back Sunday so I could have all day Monday to study. It's definitely wasn't worth it to drive there when my bro finally graced us with a call saying he was bailing. 3. My mom keeps calling me to bitch about him. This just triggers her ranting about how brilliant he is but how he's wasting his life, not fulfilling his potential, never went to grad school and all of his friends are getting PhDs, and how inconsiderate/thoughtless/selfish/lazy he is in general. Maybe he is, maybe I agree with most of her points, but stop calling me. Call him. Rave: This weather is so pretty and cool. It's been in the 70's/maybe 60's in the mornings and hasn't been disgustingly hot during the day. I love it! It's football weather! I only wish I could look forward to the leaves turning here. That is my absolute favorite time of the year. College football, pretty leaves, and chilly evenings. Rave Dos: Labor Day means Free Day of Yoga in town. Awesome day to try something new, and the energy is always pretty great and inspiring. Dallasites, check out your neighborhood studio's schedule tomorrow and get your downdog on for free!
Rant: More and more Im losing touch with college friends due to location, jobs, and just growing apart Rave: My career is starting to fall into place the way I want it too
Rave: Last day at my part time job. I can finally have weekends off again! At least, that is, until I find another part time job... Rant: Went to the grocery store today (because, you know, this socialist province only allows all businesses to open 12-6 on Sundays and they close completely on stats, even gas stations) and didn't realize until I went to pay at the checkout that I had left my wallet at work. Cue "embarassing, holding-up-the-line" moment while the sale was suspended and I skulked back to my truck. Rave: It's a beautiful day, and I have tomorrow off both jobs.
Rant: "[Redacted] is in a relationship". Really? Three months to the date she left? Don't get me wrong, I'm doing okay on the emotional front and have been for awhile, but...that strikes me as fairly quickly, all things considered. Rave: On Friday night I rebounded in style against a chick I was desperately trying to fuck two years ago - completely effortlessly, too. And a smoking hot older woman with remarkable tits that I met just a week ago bought me a ticket to see U2 with her later in the year. Maybe I'm finally figuring it out? Rave: 37 days until my latest US sojourn. Climb Aussie dollar, climb! Papa needs some new kicks. Rant: 37 days means at least 27 days of work, 25 days of gym, and I may have to mark student assignments on the 14-hour flight from here to LA instead of getting piss-drunk and watching The Hangover on repeat.
Rant: Fucking rain, fuck off for a while! It's already wet as shit and we're gonna get more tomorrow. Thanks to this, I get to work on labor day. Cuntfuckballsshitass!
I'm going to apologize now for the amount of venting that is about to take place. I'm sorry, but I really need to get this off my chest before I can sleep rant: fucking meathead coked up drunks. I work in a nice family pub, very rarely do I have to deal with such rampant dickheads and usually they are relatively easy to deal with. But not tonight. The dickhead in question was being a total fuck all day. He leaves for a while then comes back, gets told that he's allowed one more drink (first mistake), he has that drink and brings in a gaggle of more cokeheads in the process and starts giving even more shit to me and my co-worker (who is also my girlfriend).. What do I do?.. next to nothing. I try to reason with him (ha!) and remain calm, he reduces my girlfriend to tears and threatens me with the clichéd "lets take it outside" routine and what do I do?.. virtually nothing. I was about to, but got held back by my girlfriend.. which was probably for the best since he had a couple of inches, 40 pounds and two grams of coke on me but still.. I had to go go and get the landlord to help sort it out. Admittedly He's 6"5 and ever so slightly more imposing than I am but still it felt so devastatingly emasculating to have to run to someone else to defend not just me but my girl friend as well. Isn't it I who should do that? whether or not I would have got the shit kicked out of me is irrelevant, but I still feel like I should have done more. On the plus side, it did make me laugh the insane amount of back-peddling he did when he saw the size of my landlord. Suddenly he decided that he wasn't threatening me and withered away like the tiny cock he is though it was at that moment that I realised that I probably could have took him if I actually went for him. Essentially,what pissed me off the most was that I let my girlfriend down, that I let someone upset her so much and let them get away with it with little consequence. I know I did the right thing insofar as preventing it to getting to the point where violence would have happened (especially with all the cameras which were on me) but still feel like I could have done more.. even in the worst case scenario where I possibly would have gotten my ass kicked, at least I could have had my head held high that I did all I could?.. at least that way I would have had the shit kicked out my me, instead of having the shit kicked out of my confidence.. and to be quite honest, bruises and bones heal quickly.. confidence on the other hand, doesn't. rant/rave: And now my gf is trying to make me feel better, telling me I did the right thing, which may or not be true, but either way I can't help but feel that I don't deserve her edit: this is a longshot, but if any of you out there need an otherwise extremely capable experienced, cute barman to work in a club drop me a line since I really want to get out of the arsehole of the UK
Rave: The Dockers smashed the Hawks by 30 points on Saturday, could of been 60. All the young guys stood up to the finals pressure and played great. Hills run down the wing, Morbitos running goal, Fyfes huge grab, McFee's tagging of Hodge, the list goes on. Can't wait to take on the cats this Friday. Rant: Voice is still sore from yelling at the game and tickets to Melborne for the game are a rip off.
RANT: Morons who've watched too many movies. Real life shit like that has real life consequences. Count yourself lucky you only have a bruised ego, and kick yourself in the vag for even that.
Rave: Just got back into the Bay Area, after my first venture down to Southern California. I have to say, I fucking loved Long Beach and San DIego; especially San Diego. Wow. Weather was amazing, people were cool and I had this burger from a joint called Hodad's; easily the best burger I've ever had. Totally shits on In-N-Out, 5 guys, all that. Yessss. I could definitely see myself living in San Diego for a bit, it feels just like home to me.
Rant: A bank is trying to repo a vehicle that is in my storage building. The problem is that I have the title and it's the asset that the owner is using to keep his other vehicles in the building instead of out in the street where they belong. Rave: For some reason the bank sent not only an independent appraiser but one of their own guys as well. The bank guy was a douche and I had some fun with him. (long but amusing story in spoiler). Spoiler So the two guys walk into my shop where I'm shoulder deep in the engine bay of my Jeep. Very rudely the bank guy who is wearing a bank logo'd polo shirt asks to speak with a manager immediately. His tone and manner immediately amuse me. So I do what I always do when people ask for the manager/owner, I look around and then do a little 360 spin and introduce myself. He's not amused and immediately asks where this Camaro is. I point to the rear of the building and ask them to excuse me for a minute so I can wash my hands. This fucker doesn't wait but instead starts off on his own towards the rear of the building. Now I'm not amused. When I see what he's doing I yell for him to stop. Do not walk around my building like you own the place, especially when you want something from me. He acquiesces but immediately does the douchey "something important to look at on my blackberry move" as I return. The three of us head to the very back of the first floor where the Camaro in question sits. Tripled chained to a large steel I-beam support pillar and boxed in by not only 25 or so cars but by a wall of concrete highway barriers. This guy owes me nearly 3-years rent. That fucking thing ain't going anywhere by mistake. I open the car, the appraiser does a quick twice over on the vehicle, makes some notes, and then announces he's finished. Next the bank guy asks me how soon I can get the car out for them. I laugh. As soon as it's paid for I tell him. He turns red in the face, explains that the asset is likely going to be seized by the bank, and that I'm obstructing that process. I laugh. Explain that I hold the title and have paperwork to the effect that I can sell the vehicle for "X" amount whenever I want and take the accrued storage fees out of that. Or I can keep the vehicle and pay the owner "Y" amount. My lawyer has gone over the paperwork and the car is most definitely not going anywhere. Now I figure in most situations the banker being professional would thank me for my time and say that their lawyers would be in touch with me. Instead this guy gets all huffy and completely unprofessional to the point of threatening me. That's when I've had enough. I ask for his name, a business card, and who he reports to at the bank. Then I name drop one of the Senior VPs name who not only stores his vehicles with me but was one of my sponsors for the social club we belong to as well as the guy I go to for all my business loans. The little shit turns white, stutters, and hands over his card as he apologizes. I walk them out and make a call to my friend at the bank. I explain what happened, ask for him to look into the lien on the car, and for him to speak to this little shits supervisor. He offers to have this guy fired but that's too much. Dude was just trying to do his job and will learn a lesson from this. No need to torpedo his career. As I hung up the phone I was immensely satisfied at how everything worked out. Now I just need to wait and see what the bank has on this car since the owner can't even remember what he's used as assets for all the loans he has outstanding.
Rant A church down in Gainesville, FL (gotta be Gainesville) plans on burning copies of the Koran on 9/11. Nothing like a bunch of rednecks perpetuating the West vs. Mid-East conflict. I'm sure the press will be there to televise it, providing more fuel for the fire. Stop being ig'nant!!
RAVE: Just moved up to Prince George (10 hours North of Vancouver). I'm starting in the education program at the university here on Wednesday, and I'm really excited about this new start. I've been in somewhat of a rut for the last year or two, and I'm looking forward to getting my shit together this year. RAVE: Part of my "getting my shit together" plan involves no more weed for at least a couple months. I'm really excited about this; I love weed, but I definitely need a break. I brought one joint with me, so we'll see if I can save it for a special occasion like I'm planning on doing, or if I'll be desperately lighting it up tomorrow like a crackhead after sucking someone's dick for a fix. RAVE: My main focus this year is (unless I fuck everything up) going to be getting way, WAY better at playing bass... you know, so I don't actually have to be a teacher. Anyway, as I was moving my stuff in here, I noticed a Stevie Ray Vaughan poster on my roommate's wall - turns out he's really into guitar, so FUCK YEAH, we'll be able to jam all the time! and one little RANT: Jesus fuck it's going to get cold here. Soon.
Rant: Where the hell did three days go? Rave: The Human Centipede. I'm not raving about the movie, which I haven't seen (and don't really want to see) or I'd write a review in the appropriate thread. I'm raving simply because the days of "how the hell did that get the green light?!" aren't over yet.
Rant: Hiccups. Fuck you and the goddamn horse you rode in on. My hiccups are full-body heaves that are actually painful and they usually last for ten minutes to an hour. I'm at about half an hour currently. Holding my breath, drinking water, and the other million "cures" do nothing. Fuck you hiccups. Rant: Tennis players. Fuck you too. You don't need to wipe your face with a towel after every fucking point just because you're playing on Arthur Ashe stadium. You've hit the ball twice since the last time you summoned the towel boy to get his ass over to you and give you the towel. You're fine. Rant: Bacardi 151. After what you did to me last night we can no longer be friends.
Rant: So fuckin' tired. Over the last two weeks, I've spent approximately 2 days at my house because of travel and such. Last night was my best friend's wedding in ATL. Damn I cried like a little bitch. Anyways,went to be bed around 6AM, woke up at 10AM, walked into my house around 8:30OPM. Rant: What the fucks up with GA's laws man? In college, we would leave our fraternity at 11:55PM Sunday to walk to the beer store to secure cold ones on the advent of Monday. Now you have to wait until 7:45AM? Rubbish. Rave: Nice little primetime college football going on here. Rant: I have to wake at five to take ol' busted foot to work...so I can't even blow-off a little work tomorrow morning... Rave: Got my dog chillin' on the couch with me...so I think I'll enjoy this cold beer and football. FUCK I"M TIRED