Rave: The guy who works before me on Sunday nights also works for Frito Lay. Hello BBQ Flavor Twists and your dirty sister Chili Cheese Fritos. Rave: The Wife is on the pill for many reasons. My favorite: no more sqeezing Chubby Snobes into tight raincoats. Rant: Gold twarted my the state of Michigan's most hated person on skates.
Rant: It is 3:45am and I am awake. Not because I am rolling in from the bar. Not because I have a member of the opposite sex for company. But because I have a horrible cold and kleenex shoved up a nostril. And, I am a complete fucking klutz. The more sober I am, it seems the more like a Special Olympian non-winner I am becoming. I wasn't watching where I was going and slipped face first into the truck door and busted my lip. I had to walk to the counter of Walgreen's, bleeding, tears streaming down my face, and proclaim "aywa een orro hel" which would have meant "I need orajel for my split lip because I am too retarded to walk. Please direct me to the proper location". If you ever once thought about having a nice little orajel snack? I do not advise it. It tastes HORRID and the so-called pain killer ingredient is not working at all. Rave: Came to a rational, adult, and mature decision about a FWB (I guess that is what you would call it, not sure) I tried to make into a boyfriend a while back. He's definitely not attractive when I'm sober and I never realized how much of a douchebag he is until recently. It felt good to say "No thanks, I am watching my nails dry" when he asked if I would come over and tried to pull one of his "I miss you, you're the only person that understands me" bullshit stories. No drama. No yelling. Just a calm, simple "Nah, I'm busy" from Kittie not settling for yet another moron. At least I will not have to hunt for my dignity and self-respect in the morning.
Rave: Went and bought a new laptop yesterday so I have something to occupy me while away on barrier course. It kicks ass and I've just spent the last hour or so setting it up and watching stuff in the air con in bed.
Rant: Less than 3 hours sleep last night/this morning. Rant: Because I'm jumping back into the water with sharks and "snake in the grass bitches". Rave: And I broke up with a boyfriend who messed up big time. Like no chance of being forgiven big time. This should be a rant, but it feels good. I feel like a 190 lb weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I'm free.
Rant: Dear Sprint: I received a phone call from a Sprint representative last week about changing my calling plan to something with more minute and the like. Why am I being solicited like this? Of my 450 minutes, I used 27. TWENTY SEVEN. Even counting my anytime minutes it only came up to 137. You can infer from this that I do not like talking to people on the phone. I especially do not like talking to salespeople. Please do not force me to be rude to some salesperson just trying to do their job. Whatever database you have me in, please remove me, put a "Do not call" note next to my name, whatever you can do to prevent this from happening again. At the very least change your sales script so that I at least get a chance to talk and decline any services before the 5 minute spiel begins which I then have to interrupt and subsequently feel like an ass. Let me iterate that it was not the representative's fault here but corporate's for making them attempt a totally unnecessary call and trying to get me (and I imagine so many more people like me) into a more costly plan that is totally disproportionate with their wireless needs.
How am I locked out of the drunk thread by 8am on the Monday morning after a monumental win and an afterglow of delight? Rant I guess.
I went to Montreal Sat night night for my bachelor party. Awesome time! Good friends and few rules in the strip clubs!
Rant: I've been up since yesterday because I couldn't sleep last night and am starting to feel it. Today at work is going to suck... Rant: Some of the posters on this board are freaking me out. Everytime some poster says something like, "We got him in 1997 when I was in 4th grade" or "I found my Dad's viagra when I was 10" I think to myself, why are there kids posting on this board? Then I come to the sobering realization that 1997 was thirteen fucking years ago and the "kids" in question are actually adults now. Fuck. How the fuck did this happen???
Rave: My best girl and I had a blast last night.We met a couple of guys who were quite entertaining. We laughed so much and so hard my ribs are acheing today. Rave: I'm not hungover, despite my level of intoxication last night.
Rave The Tigers exhibition schedule starts tomorrow! Weather permitting of course. It seems rain is in the forecast.
Rant 6 days of drinking with as I best I figure an average of 5 hours of sleep each has left my body and immune system crippled. Swollen lymph nodes, coughing up silver dollar sized mucus clumps that are this color. Sinus head ache that laughs at butalbital. Ouch.
?????- I'm spending too much time here. I just re-read an IM conversation I had with someone and I sound like Allord.
RAVE: Canada, gold medal hockey champs. Made a bet on this, and I won. I get a brand new Team Canada Jersey. RANT: Drank way to much last night, blacked out and had to have the dreaded "do you have any idea what you did last night?" Turns out I made my wife feel like shit by yelling at her and calling her everything I could think of, just for her trying to get me to stop drinking. Tried to go for a drive until my brother and cousin physically threw me out of the truck and told me how retarded I was. I'm just getting sick of this happening, it seems to happen more and more and its not good. I have a history of alcoholics in my family (I'm a Newfie, so this goes without saying) so I made up my mind, and im gonna go off the booze for 6 months to prove to my self I can do it, and then after the 6 months is up, i'll not drink to get hammered like I do now. It's going to be hard, but worth it. RAVE: Easier on the pocket book, easier on the marrage and I'm going to replace booze with healthy food and working out.
Rant Jesus. I think the ending of WW II got less press. I've never seen such patriotic retardation in my country in my entire life. This blows Salt Lake and the World Cup away. With the state this land is in right now, you'd think that the Leafs won or something.
Rave: Last night was fun. I've decided to cut down on the drinking (yes, one of many desires) and last night was my first real test. I've been getting migraines lately, which is something I haven't had in many years - some migraines so bad that they wake me up in the middle of the night. Just drank water, while all my friends got hammered playing poker last night. I never realized how fucking annoying we can be until last night. It was still fun. Rave: After poker, went over to FWB place and had glorious amounts of sex. Rant: She leaves for Europe in about five weeks (for eleven weeks), which will be a bummer but it's a good step for her and will hopefully give her some better direction in life. She's a substitute teacher for Elementary kids (grade k-6) and has been having a hell of a time finding full time work. Rave: There is nothing like dropping a giant load on a woman face. Rave: Her going to Europe has re-opened my eyes to the idea of going as well. I've wanted to since I was really young and has been something I've probably talked about more than anything else. I've borrowed some books from her and have already read a quarter of one. Rave: Life, man, life is good. Edit: Rant: Broke the screen on my phone. Whatever, I don't care. Life is too good to care.
Rave: Gold. Rave: Because of that goal, Sidney Crosby has been upgraded from "Asshole" to "Neutral". As much as I still don't really like him, I can't really see a more fitting way to win. The next phenom in the NHL buries one in sudden death OT...perfect. Rant: I come from a die hard Devils household. I have no idea what would have happened if the US won after that Parise goal. Rant: Crosby is my age, and already has a Stanley Cup and an Olympic gold with the game winning goal to boot. I really need to speed my plan along to become rich and famous. Rave: Went down town to Richmond Row (pictured above), got staggeringly drunk and picked up some girl who I'll never have to see or speak to again. That's good stuff.