RANT: Weather in North Dakota fucking sucks. We're supposed to get a half inch of freezing rain tonight followed by 6-12 inches of snow. So much for heading to Minneapolis for Motion City Soundtrack.
The bloodletting has begun, and the carpet is soaked. My 20% pay cut isn't looking too bad at this point.
RANT: Still drunk from last night. RANT: Got drunk because the ex-wife, my best friend for 15+ years, emailed me to say she can't talk or email me any more, as her new fiancée is beyond insecure and can't stand it. I've never even met the guy, because he refuses. No biggie, I can understand his point... so I just graciously accept it, like the nice guy I am. The ONLY thing he's requested of the ex was to not talk to me any more, as it's eating him up inside. This put her in a very tough position, but she agreed. I can totally understand and respect where she's coming from, but it really fucking sucks. We were/are still very good friends, even though we only called each other once every couple of weeks, or sent emails asking how we were doing, that kind of thing. And I still understand her mental illness better than anyone, so she called me to help her out a few times when she was in a jam. Oh well... c'est la vie. RAVE: Said "fuck it" and am "working from home", which is hexadecimal for "I'm going to go back to bed in a few minutes". RANT: I remember posting some shit last night while hammered, but am not really interested in reviewing the posts. I'll just write it off as doing my part to try and (hopefully) bring the entertainment to TiB... and hopefully you'll be laughing with me, not at me. RANT: I remember I was going to ban SuperTramp/Grind last night for shits and giggles. I think I pussied out. Mod on Mod shenanigans (wow they have that in the spell check) will have to wait until another time it seems. RAVE: I seem to have the ability to type quite well while hammered. I want to try driving drunk (close course, of course, because people who drive drunk on the roads are fucktards you know) and see how I do. I have dreams of being like Johnny Fever doing the reaction tests while pounding shots... he got better the drunker he was.
RAVE Last day at my old job is tomorrow. It has been a good job, I love my co-workers and mostly enjoy the work but waving goodbye to 12 hour shifts and spending that entire 12 hours with the occasional crazy patient doesn't sound too bad RAVE Start my new job and new career a week from Monday. I am very excited, but insanely nervous. What if I am horrible?
Rave: I got my PS3 controller working on my laptop. It kicks ass. I get to play retro Nintendo games till my thumbs bleed. Rant: No job Rave: Leaving for Honduras for 7 weeks bitches!
Rant: Nothing worse than bad Italian food for lunch. Being close to Boston we have about a half dozen or so really good Italian restaurants around us and then another half dozen or so "suitable" chain type places like Vinny T's which are ok. Of course my boss picks the one place that is just plain horrible. The entrees are plain but they cover that up by packing every single fucking sauce and dressing they make with enough garlic to make you gag. I like garlic but when it's all you can taste it's way too much. I tried being a bit of a bitch about it and complaining but it didn't work and instead of pouting and going somewhere by myself for lunch (and having everyone talk shit about me for being "better than them") I decided to suck it up and go out with the sales staff. I greatly regret the decision. Rave: After a year of stalking, threats, and other ridiculous shit my friend is finally divorced from her husband. The fucker actually decided this AM that he wanted to have a trial (is that even possible?) but the judge was well sick of his bullshit and told him to shut up and proceeded along with filing. She intends on getting very drunk tonight which is well deserved. Rant: I won't be drinking much if at all because I have the sneaking suspicion that her ex-husband will be stalking her tonight (much like he does during the week). If I see him he's going to the hospital.
Rant: I went to do my taxes expecting my usual nice refund that allows me to get something nice. Instead I somehow owe money. I don't make that much, but I still live a comfortable life because I don't waste my money, and I even have savings. The past few years I have gotten great refunds. When you make as much as I do, and 17% of your income is going to Social Security, and Medicare and Income Taxes, that is a huge fucking chunk. I blame Obama.
Rave: Just successfully installed Windows 7 onto my computer and I didn't fuck it up! Cost me only $7 too (through school).
RAVE: I talked girl1 and girl2 into heading down to Minneapolis tonight instead. Me+girl1+girl2+hotel*2+MCS=all kinds of awesome!
Rave- Gotta love my wife. She just asked if Haitians brought to the US would be called African-American.
Rant One of my top twenty customers filed Chapter 11 today. We are not a secured vendor. In a few years after the courts finish, I'll be lucky to see any money on several hundred thousand dollars in receivables. Not the start to 2010 I expected. FUCK!
Rave: Also, my favorite band, Umphrey's McGee, is broadcasting their show tonight live on satellite radio. Its gonna be a good night.
Rave: Hanging out with an old high school buddy that now lives in Australia before he goes back next week. Rant: I'm fucking broke so I can't do much. Rave: We're going bowling, which I thoroughly suck at, but I love it. Rant: Because of being poor I can't afford to drink at the bowling alley. Rave: I have a bottle of Crown here at the house and pre-gaming commenced earlier this afternoon.
Rave: Got smashed last night, and no class today. Rave: My friend called, and I'm gonna see Legend with him in a little over an hour. Bigger Rave: I called two girls I know, and they're both coming too. Bigger Rave: This prompted my friend to buy a bunch of, uh, party supplies. The girls are now stoked. Biggest Rave: Both girls have massive tits, and are horny freshmen, and enjoy getting blasted and having fun. Fish in a barrel. Edit: Rave: I can't keep my fingers off my scalp. Holy tits I love my (lack of) hair.
Rant: Dr. Pepper shot. Such high hopes. What the hell? I know Tucker tried to pimp it, and today I remembered I had the ingredients. Took some Coors Light, poured it just above shot-glass-level, then dropped a shot of amaretto and chugged. It tasted nothing like Dr. Pepper, and worse, I now feel sick to my stomach. Rave: For sea sickness, fuck ginger ale -- drink a mimosa. I was talking about this recently. I've grown up on sail boats, I was on the front page of a fairly large newspaper because I was (stupidly) on a boat in a deadly storm. I could comfortably live on a boat if I so choose. I never get sea sick. But this past Thanksgiving, I was feeding the fish off the back of a booze cruise. Solution? Mimosa. Best. Idea. Ever.
Rave: I have no obligations this weekend. Absolutely none.* Rave: Saw two movies and had an awesome night. Well spent. Rave: Done with midterms. Rant: Goddamn exes. Way to ruin my night you fucking bitch.
Rave: Conan ending his run on the Tonight Show playing guitar alongside a ton of famous musicians (with Will Ferrell on lead vocals) playing Free Bird. Just awesome.
Rant: I am now homeless in the middle of the semester. Stabbed in the back, and there's nothing I can do about it.