Rant: about to give my notice. I want to throw up. This is the best job I've ever had. Rave: giving my notice so I can pack my shit up and travel the world for a year. Can't let the opportunity pass me by.
Rant: I've just been informed that the car I've been keeping my eye on and waiting for pics to be posted sold last night. Dammit. This one had everything I want in the color I want and a great price.
Rant: I swear I'm like the angel of death. Right after I moved into my current place, I befriended an old black couple from Louisiana. As soon as they found out I was from Mississippi, they adopted me. The wife would feed me great Cajun food, make me sweet potato pies to take home, and we'd all watch football together. Great folks. This week the husband went into the hospital. Out of the blue, he suddenly got sick. He's not coming home. I realize everyone dies eventually, but fuck me. In the past 6-7 years almost everyone I've known or cared about has died. We're talking 30-40 people in about 7 years. Sudden unexpected deaths, suicides, old age, murder-suicides, accidents, illness...you name it, it's happened. This is getting beyond ridiculous.
Rant: The kid has some sort of stomach bug on top of her other woes. So I'm up at 2:45 in the morning after being thrown up on and cleaning a bed of diarrhea. Fuck everything.
Rave: I had to wait on the AXS website for 25 minutes during work yesterday, but I got a ticket for the Tool and Primus concert on January 25! It's also a pretty decent seat, I think. I have never seen either band in concert, but I have no doubt that both bands are as amazing live as everyone has said. Rant: Atlanta will be in the middle of another snowpacolypse on January 25. Just watch.
Rant: Started discussing the whole "in-laws/how are we spending Christmas this year" thing. This is part of the reason the holidays are stressful and drive me to drink. Living near all (yes, all since his parents are divorced) of your families sucks.
Rave: Remembered this place existed. Rant/Rave: Moved halfway across the country again and still not sure how much I like it. Post-university life is weird. Rave: Stopped drinking. I hate being hungover more than I like being drunk, so it's been a very easy thing to do.
Rant: Will most likely be starting college again next Fall. Rave: Getting out of public education. I won't have to deal with the BS parents make up because her daughter was caught cheating. (Yes, I'm still salty). Makes the decision of going back for engineering that I've been on the fence about for two years.
Rant: Not so fun pregnancy hormones. Rave: Fun pregnancy hormones. The sex and the funny... Wife opens with fridge.. W: There is nothing in the fridge to eat. Me: There are 4 different plates of leftover and we just went shopping the fridge is full. W: There is nothing in their to eat. Me: Yes, but ok. I go to the washroom, and when i come back out. The wife is on the couch crying and laughing. Through the tears/crying i make out W: This isn't funny, the fridge is full, but it is empty, i dont want anything in there. Me: Yes it is funny, but what do you want. More crying W: I want subway. Me: You can go get it, or i can quickly run and get it for you before hockey. More crying W: You shouldn't have to go get it, and i dont want to drive, every time i get in the vehicle my belly gets a little bit closer to the steering wheel. More crying. Me: Ok i will quickly run and get it for you. More crying. W: Ok, but this isn't funny(while crying)
RANT: Earlier this evening, I went to a local convenience store to buy a six-pack. I was waiting behind a guy who was buying a 12-pack, and he paid with a $100 bill. I watched as the the woman behind the register counted out the change; it was 80-something dollars. I stepped up, put my sixer on the counter, and laid my money down: a $5 and a $1 (which tells you a lot about what kind of beer I was buying). Then she takes out a counterfeit detection pen and checks my bills! On both sides! Who the fuck is going to bother counterfeiting ones and fives? She didn't do that to the guy with the 100 dollar bill (and $100s and $20s are the most commonly counterfeited bills)! That bitch won't even look me in the eye when I come into the store, and I go into that store a couple of days out of the week. What a cunt.
Rave: 73 degrees in Vegas today. Rant: I should probably (definitely) clean my cats' litter pans. But oh wait, Peggle/Brutal Doom/it's time to go to work now. Or possibly chase a rabbit, if that catches my attention instead...
Rant: Buying a car has become more difficult than I originally thought. The most important feature I want for the model I'm considering is something that the idiots who write up the ad descriptions apparently don't think is important because almost none of the ads list it. So I have to call dealerships and talk to idiot salesmen who don't know their own product and listen to them hem and haw because they apparently also default to the online ads to try to answer my question. And because they don't know the damn car, they get the feature I want (sports differential) confused with the sport suspension - which is standard on the model I'm looking at - and try to tell me that yes the car does have the "sport package" and then I have to fucking explain to them that the sports differential is different and a separate optional feature. I think going forward I'm just going to call them and ask them to email the window sticker to me so I can see for myself and bypass talking to idiots.
Rant: No wonder why the wife has been having hip issues this entire pregnancy. She is 32 weeks just had an ultrasound, baby at this time is normally around 3.5pounds, it is around 6 pounds right now. Excepted to be around 10 pounds when it is done by C-section in 7 weeks. Rave: Definitely a wexton boy, I was 9pnd9oz, my brother was 13 pounds(really really late)
Rant: Monday and Tuesday are going to suck. I'm going to have to put in a bunch of mandatory extra hours to help prepare for a stupid holiday party. Worse, my boss informed me that for the party - which I'm a part of - I'll be expected to wear some sort of "superhero outfit". This whole thing is apparently very important to the head of my department (my boss's boss) so there's no way of getting out of it either. I'd honestly rather relive my some of my basic training experiences than wear a fucking costume like some stupid fucking clown.
Rant - warning, middle aged pervy married guy stuff to follow: Spoiler: Pervy Stuff I am dying to go down on a woman. I have no idea where this feeling came from today, but it's all I've been thinking about.
Rave: Test drove an A7 yesterday and damn was that a nice car. If it would've had 10k less miles on it I may have bought it right then and there. Rant: Now I'm torn between the A7 and the S5. Since they're really two different cars (coupe vs. sedan) I've been trying to figure out what exactly I really want out of a car. The S5 is smaller, which I like, and will cost less, but the A7 has the practicality of a sedan and it's sooo gorgeous. I'm a little frustrated because I'd love to be able to really test the performance capabilities of each car but my test drives were necessarily boring.
Rave: Finally home after two weeks sleeping on a shitty, too small for me, lumpy mattress. Fuck it was good to sleep on my bed. Rave: My Chewbacca costume was fucking awesome at the Heroes and Villains party we had. I'm pretty sure I've permanently altered my voice from making to many Wookiee calls, it still hasn't gone back to normal after ten days. Me with a couple of the English Air Force girls.