Rave: My husband is going out of town this weekend. My daughter is going to stay at her grandparents for the weekend. I am going to be home alone, bitches! This never, ever happens. I am pretty excited to do absolutely nothing and not have to cook or clean for anyone else besides myself. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but everybody needs a break once in a while. I am going to lay on the couch and watch bad TV all weekend. I might have my sisters-in-law come over Saturday night and play Rock Band, but that's only if I'm feeling extra ambitious.
Rave: I've been hired to do research for a major auto writer. I won't be credited, but my work will appear in his column in a nationally published magazine with major circulation. At least the pay is good.
Rave: My legal battles are finally over. After being tied up in the courts for 3 years, I was able to get 2 years of probation, a reduced fine, and no court or probation costs. It's really the best thing I could have hoped for, aside from the judge just saying "fuck it" and throwing all of my cases out. Rant: I'm going to be on probation for the next two years. Two years of wasted time in the probation office, home invasions--er, I mean home inspections, piss tests, and worst of all, I have to have a breathalyzer installed on my car for 9 months. Looks like I'm going to have to start carrying a tank of compressed air in my car again. Rave: When I was in court today, there were some SMOKIN' HOT defense attorneys. All of them wearing low cut tops and tight skirts with spike heels. I'll miss that about court.
RAVE: Went today to meet the folks I'd be working with and I truly could not be more excited. It's a fantastic little mom and pop diner that my dad's been going to for years. The pay sucks, but I'm just so fucking excited to have a job (with hours that don't conflict with my school schedule) that I'm ready to go out and blow the first guy I pass on the street. The best part? It's directly next door to a bar. Fuck yeah.
RANT Man, fuck me. I am helping out one of my professors from last semester with a research project that she is doing by transcribing some interviews. This could possibly be the most tedious thing I have ever done. She warned me that this particular subject only had about 5 teeth, so was a little difficult to understand. What she did not warn me about was that she spoke some kind of alternate version of English. Just trying to wrap my head around what it is that she could possibly be saying is making my brain bleed. And I am not usually a grammer nazi, but it pains me to type out words that just don't go together. I can only manage to work on it for about 10 minutes at a time before I start pulling my hair out and playing on the internet instead to preserve my sanity. At this rate, I should finish this one interview in about 2013 . Maybe I should have a stiff drink before I get back to it to see if it makes more sense in an altered state of mind.
Rave: I won!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT I WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I GET TO STAY IN SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rant: I JUST posted a rave about how I will be home alone all weekend, because my husband and daughter are both leaving for the weekend. Well, I just found out that my brother-in-law's house got broken into today, so my sister-in-law and her kids are coming to stay here overnight. My husband's brother is gone on business, so they are scared and their door isn't fixed yet. That's all well and good - no problem for them to stay here. However, if they decide to stay even after their door gets fixed tomorrow... I am going to be one unhappy girl. The last thing I want on my weekend alone is to host my least favorite in-law and her two ADHD children. I will just go stay with my parents while my daughter is there if that's the case. Oh, and I hate my parents. Awesome.
Rave: Went for round two of Joseph Arthur last night in the city and his set was better than the first night. Talked to a bunch of people in his group, one of them the guy who runs the downloads of his live concerts on his webpage. He was impressed by my musical tastes and told me to let him know which bootleg I thought would do well on iTunes because they were thinking of putting one up there and seeing how it does. He said for my help he'd hook me up with a copy of the show I attended. Rant: Took the BART train home, and while riding it some black dude was harassing this Mexican girl. I could tell she was very uncomfortable and I gave the guy a look and he says, "What, is that your girlfriend?" I said "No, but she sure as shit isn't yours." He looked at me and laughed and said, "You're lucky I'm on probation, nigga." I laughed to myself because he was a skinny little fuck, but he could have been carrying a weapon so I thought I was pretty stupid for stepping in. The Mexican girl gave me a thank you when he left and I told her how if it were my sister that was being harassed, I hope someone would do the same for her.
Wow! Less then 48 hours on the board and now we have a new mod. Maltob14 Joined: Tue Jan 19, 2010 3:03 pm Location: Halifax, NS
I've been here since day ONE, and Maltob14 gets the job over me?! I never red dot anybody, I have excellent grammar, I post on weekends, and for WHAT?! I've got offers from like 3 other messageboards, I don't have to put up with this shit. Rant: I think I finally feel some negative effects from smoking pot regularly for the last couple years. I just went for a run and now I'm coughing and my lungs feel just a little more worn out than they should be. Also, I can't tell if it's affected my short term memory or if my memory was just never that great. Oh well, it's not nearly bad enough to make me want to quit smoking that wonderful green stuff.
Rant: Yeah who invited him anyways? And for fucks sake what the hell is a Maltob? (For the very, very few wondering I have no idea)
Rave: My god, my hair is shorter than it's ever been and it's amazing. Rant: I'm experiencing "Phantom hair syndrome", I can still feel my long locks on my ears. Rave: All I have to do to shatter the occasional phantom is run my fingers through my scalp and OHMYGODI'MHYPERSENSITIVE. Feels AMAZING. I guess spending months and months totally stimulation-free under that massive tangle of keratin weeds left my scalp nerves a little sensitive. All I want right now is for someone to sit next to me stroking my head. Specifically a woman. And a hot one. With no clothes. And gigantic head-stroking hands. And the ability to cook delicious burritos while simultaneously giving me a two-handed head stroke. Yeeeeah... Rave: I can run my fingers through my hair without instantly becoming entangled in the jungle and having tiny carnivorous tribes of hair-dwellers start eating my fingernails. Hooray!
Rave: Season finale of Jersey Shore. Oh. My. Guido. Rave/Rant: My Mom is teaching me how to cook so that, in her words, I "can have a nice home cooked meal waiting for the man when he gets home, you know, when you have a man sweetie". Ouch Mom, low blow. She showed me how to make bread today. It was fun but when I was kneading the dough she said "really push with your muscles. It will make your bust increase, honey". Gee, thanks Mom, way to put it lightly.
Rave: My Marine Reserve roommate just finished his first tour in Iraq, and is safely back in the states.
Rave: Just wrote a terrific short essay on writemonkey*. I'm really proud of it. The program is basically an electronic typewriter. It has literally no frills, just light green on dark green text - really easy on the eyes - in Courier New Font no other visible information. There isn't even a spellcheck, which is very liberating I find.
Rave: Game night at my place on Saturday. Should be lots of fun. Played a few new games on New Years that were a blast. Rant: Have to clean the house by then. Rave: Typing test for a job on Tuesday. Rants: It's during my best sleep time. It's 50 minutes away. I need to beat 30wpm. I type 34-38 and spell like shit. Like you guys didn't know that already.
Rant: Back left tire was getting a little low (read: flat), so I head on up the street to the gas station to use the automatic air pump thing that you pay $0.25 for. I get out of the car, throw in my quarter, and nothing happens. I am confused. I look closer and notice the sticker right under the slot saying "accepts $1 coins only". I am unreasonably enraged. Not only are they robbing people blind charging $1 for a minutes use of air pressure, but YOU CAN'T EVEN USE QUARTERS TO BE RIPPED OFF. I seriously want to plant a small bomb on it but I don't know how to build bombs.