Rave: Sold my extra vehicle today in preparation of my move to the 'Nati. Gotta love craigslist, put the ad up this morning, and in and hour and a half, was enroute to meet the guy that I eventually sold it to...... Rant: Which brings me to the asshat that bought my truck. He was the most anal retentive, OCD about every little thing in the world. It was a 26 yr old beater truck, thats what you were getting. He took it to a mechanic(a smart move I may add, very maddening for me though, I told him all that was wrong with it). He asked about every little creak and moan, he wanted to know how much it would haul, even had me(at 250) get in the back and see how much in would lower the bed. He asked the mechanic not to tell me what was wrong with it. Thought for sure that he was going to try and lowball the shit out of me, but, he didn't. He gave me just $70 short of what I was asking, so patience paid off.
RANT: Pretty much feel like smashing myself in the face with a brick. RANT: Probably because I've only had one cigarette today. Usually it wouldn't bother me, except it's a bet, so of course I really want one. Should have never just had the one. RAVE: When I go do laundry here in a minute, smoke time. RAVE: Have a 12 pack I haven't even cracked into yet.
Nothing beats coming home, deciding to let the males fend for themselves by NOT making dinner, cloistering yourself in the bedroom and painting your toenails while guzzling a few glasses of wine and saying, "I am not their frickin hausfrau" and watching "The Breakup" on basic cable. And it's so not me but DAMN my toenails look good and there's 17 cans of Chunky soup in the cupboard (hate that word) so nuke some soup, leave me with my acetone products, crap movies and cheap, bargain-box Franzia. Mondays suck. And I need cute toenails. And cheap wine. And a tylenol PM. Lay off! Hahahaha, I'm 'round-the-bend' here. Happy Monday, y'all! Oh and if my old man wasn't suddenly, inexplicably, retardedly addicted to Mafia wars, I'd have this said on my own 'puter but alas I'm reduced to my blackberry for those rants and them raves. Raves being Franzia and glittery, purple toenails. Rants being "Seriously? Mafia wars? Seriously? Dude, you're 44."
Rave? I guess, for the hilarity. I just saw an advert on a website for ebay.co.uk. Except the advert was for dirty knickers on ebay.co.uk. An ad that fully works. And I'm pretty sure the picture was used period panties.
Rant: Spring semester starts tomorrow. Shit. Rave: It was a good break. I suppose I'm ready to accomplish things again. My class and work schedule doesn't look too bad either.
Rant: School starts tomorrow for me as well. Rave: I just found out two of my classes don't start for a month. Happens every semester yet I never see it coming.
Rant: Up late, thinking about shit. I hate stress-induced insomnia. But sitting in front of the TV late at night has its benefits, ladies and gentlemen. The aforementioned rant was overshadowed by a late-night viewing of Rave: Twilight. Now, I'm not saying this piece of cinematic poop actually rocked in any way whatsoever. But it was so hilarious that it took my mind off of my troubles and forced a few genuine laughs out of my sour face. It was creepy, dumb as fuck, and there was also an unintentionally funny baseball scene that had me rolling on the couch in hysterics. Rant: I voluntarily watched Twilight.
Rave: I was hanging out with an old "friend" tonight. Lordy, lordy, that boy is all kinds of talented. He really ought to teach classes. ABSOLUTELY. THE. BEST. EVER. Rave: It's been almost a year and a half since I got to dip my toes into that pool - what a waste. Time and circumstance have afforded us the opportunity to start up our special friendship again. This is one happy Queen-Bee. Rant: We've been down this road before and the first time ended with me nursing a broken heart. This time we are both on guard to keep it casual. It's a shame, but I accept the terms. Rave: I'll keep myself occupied and distracted by continuing my quest to build a stable or of hot 'n ready studs. I'll be fine.
Rave: The girlfriend and I are going to Vegas in June! The hotel and air-fare are completely paid for as of two minutes ago. Two years ago I started a tax-free savings account just to 'save for a rainy-day' and now my dilligence has enabled us to take this trip together. It'll be my third trip to Vegas and her first and we'll be landing in Vegas the night of our two-year anniversary. The girlfriend is understandably excited and so am I. Smaller Insignificant Rant: A trip to Vegas with her likely means no Strip Clubs for this guy. I've (half-jokingly) brought up the idea with her about going to one together, and she seems 'iffy' on the idea. I guess time will tell.
Weird Rant: The childrens show,'Caillou', or however the hell you spell it. It is awful. Not only is the character a bald, whiney 4 year old, but the show teaches horrible lessons to any kid who watches and absorbs that crap. For example, my nephew just finished watching an episode where 'Caillou' gets bored and leaves the house to go for a walk around the neighbourhood by himself, stopping to play with all kinds of strangers along the way. Then the little brat doesn't even catch shit for it when he goes home to his mother. Unbelievable. The world is going to hell in a handbasket.
Rant: My sore throat is back. Rave: It isn't from being "fucked in the throat." Double Rave: Not seeking validation through oversharing.
Rant: I was a jackass to close friend and ended a conversation by saying "Don't patronize me." Well, she's taken the advice and has stopped speaking to me. Rant: Worse then that, the conversation was centered around my well being. I was pissy because she was actually trying to show concern towards me. What a fucking mess I am. Rant: My funds were supposed to have disbursed last week on Monday. They weren't. I spoke with folks in financial aid, they said the funds should be disbursed last Friday. They weren't. So, I have the pleasure of walking back to financial aid and taking someone's head today. I've not been able to pay rent this month or buy groceries, and I'm starving. Living off of PB&J for the last week or so. Rant: I'm an inconsiderate jackass who takes shit out on the people around me.
Rant: I graduated early in December, so I'm sitting in my apartment doing nothing while my roommates and friends head to their first classes of the semester. Doing nothing sucks when there's nothing you have to do. I'd better get a job immediately or I am going to drive myself crazy.
Rant I took a girl out last week and it went really well, she was awesome, we had drinks, whatever and she drove me home and I kissed her goodnight. We made plans to meet up later in the week, and she blows me off. Called her and left a voicemail and a text last Friday, nothing. Then this morning, "Hey I had a great time but I just got out of a relationship and thought I was ready for the whole dating thing but I'm not... sorry." Jesus fucking Christ, why does this always happen? This ALWAYS happens. And to back drop it all, this weekend I got drunk and made out with a slutty Italian girl, that I don't like at all, but wants to hang out and probably hook up. That's great... am I doomed for dirty girls I hate? When I meet and hang out with a girl I really like, is it really too good to be true, EVERY TIME? I could fill a book with this shit it's happened to me so much. Everyone around me in their perfect relationships and their perfect lives, perfectly mirroring everything I can't do. It was one date, yeah. But shitballs, it's been one date probably 50 times. I gotta stop getting my hopes up, but I can't help it, ever.
RANT I just spent two and a half hours suffering at the DMV. All I had to do was get a new license picture, but there was "an error in my bar code." This led to an additional hour in line. At the DMV you have tons of old people who have no clue what they are doing, you also have an abundance of screaming kids. I can't say I blame them,(them being old people and kids) the people who work there offer no help to the old people and why would any kid want to be at the DMV?? PA is also supposed to have one of the worse and inefficient DMV's in the country. This information was provided to me by a man in front of me who had licenses in Atlanta, New York, Arizona and PA. PA you have to get a new picture every four years while according to him it's 8-10 everywhere else. RAVE I don't have to go to the DMV for four more years.
Rave: Finally gave-in and bought an Xbox 360 with a 3 year warranty. Stoked, to say the least - especially for the price I paid. Rant: I'll probably be getting fat. Let's do this.
Rant: Screw all of you architects and draftsmen and anyone else who has no clue how to correctly draw blueprints. Do you know how much work you make for people who have to design off your plans? Do you know how dangerous/stupid it is when you let the foundation guy and the framer just 'figure it out'? Ugh. Go apprentice on site somewhere for two or three years before you draw another thing.