Rant: Ever wanted something so bad but you know you can't have it even though it's right in front of your face?
RANT: Mine's not nearly as bad, but I had dinner with my going-on-50 y/o dad last night, during which he told me that he wasn't looking for a serious relationship (understandable-my parents are divorced) and that he considers himself a "player." Oh, and that he plans on having sex on his 89th birthday. Add this to the list of things I never needed to hear from my father. Rantx2: Dentist tomorrow. Went once last week, three appointments this week. All to get cavities filled. Someone kill me.
Old Lady Rave: My aunt and uncle came to visit today, and in addition to the customary meal out and board game time, my aunt bought me a bunch of really nice yarn to knit an adorable dress for my "niece". (She's actually my cousin's daughter, but hes an only child so I get honorary aunt status.) My aunt Martha loves crafty things, so she funds my knitting habit since I'm totally broke and probably wouldn't knit anything I had to use nice yarn for if I was paying for it myself.
Rant: I'm still filthy about losing the cricket game for us on the weekend, should have bowled better and shouldn't have tried to put it over the fence before actually facing a few balls and getting set.
Rant: After a horrible weekend workwise, I get called in yesterday. Only to have the manager bitch at me in front of the rest of the staff. A blog is forthcoming. Oh yes, there will be blogging. Rave: I'm quitting my second job. Looks like I have some well deserved time off coming. Rave: I am looking very forward to giving notice today. It will be fun.
Rant: I hate that you keep locking the weekend drunk thread on Sunday night. Some of us work a wee bit past that and might have something to say. I don't actually have anything to say, but if I did, I would be pissed about it. So there.
Rant: I slipped on ice when leaving church, hitting my forearm on some wooden railing. This is the result of such a slip:
Rave: I don't have throat herpes Rave: We're going to get an ass-ton of snow this week. I think I'm going in late to work either Weds or Thurs so that I can ski a couple runs in the morning on really fresh snow.
Rant: Shitty 11 pm to 7 am shift tonight. Rave: It'll all be worth it when I sleep in tomorrow to be fully awake for the Joseph Arthur concert in San Francisco. Going to get HAMMERED
(To clarify because I can't edit) Rant: My throat hurts because his penis was large and he literally fucked my throat. Rant: My third job starts back on Friday. Goodbye free time.
RAVE: House is almost 100% done - a handful of pictures left to hang, and five boxes of books to figure out what to do with. EVEN BIGGER RAVE: The weather is so warm that you don't even need a jacket to go outside. It can stay like this until April as far as I'm concerned. RANT: Probably we'll be getting a blizzard instead.
Rant: One of my best friends from Elementary/Middle School/High School/ Boy Scouts died on Friday. They aren't sure what happened, but it would appear that complications from his diabetes had something to do with it. And he really had it under control. You shouldn't be 24 and found alone; dead in your apartment.
Rant I'm trying to renovate my laundry room right now and I was desperate to kill I migraine, so my neighbour gave me an Oxycontin and I tried it for the first time. This shit is DANGEROUS. The keyboard feels like it has water on it right now. Not to criticize the buzz, but I'll never do it again. I can't believe marijuana gets you an extended prison sentence but injured workers and housewives get this unholy chemical drug over the counter. There is something seriously wrong with this picture.
Rave- "You know, a lot of people don't realize that bushes, just like flowers, emit a wonderful aroma especially at night. Who wants to sniff this bush?"
Rave: Looks like business is picking back up at work, $400 cash in the last two days. Rave: Feeling healthy, I recovered all kinds of quick.
Rant: I was going to be dubbed 'the Virgin Slayer' had it not been for her period. I don't really even care that much, I just want the title.