Rave: Just got a 10% pay raise today, when I was expecting it to be about half of that. Wahoo. I guess my boss thinks I do more than I actually do.
RAVE: Going to the Derby this weekend. Friends coming in from LA and Seattle. One is coming with her families recipes for homemade Mexican food. I get drunken shenanigans, honest to God Mexican food(not this horseshit that they call Mexican here), and 3 days off. No dealing with drunken, chinstrap wearing tools. Rave: Got my VA disability rating this week, with back pay. I hit the magical 30% mark, I am officially a disabled vet. Rant(?): I may or may not try and have sex with said friend from LA. Had a thing for her once upon a time, when I had a long term girlfriend, but not sure if its still there, or even if she's interested. Either way there'll be lots of booze and grub. BRING ON THE WEEKEND!!!!
Rant: My friends didn't want to go out tonight so I bought myself an 8pack and am drinking them on my own whilst talking on the internet. Rave: It's Okay becuase I'm Irish??? Upthera
RAVE Pending a background on the birth parents, we may already have our child THIS weekend!! The baby was born Monday and the mother may sign away the child Friday. Plus, this occurred in New Orleans, which is severad hundred miles closer to Atlanta.
RANT: The last couple of months have been a clusterfuck of massive proportions. RAVE: Still have a good job with lots of hours. 4 weeks until I get the hell out of a bad living situation and can really start getting my shit together. Life's getting good again.
Rant- I Weighed myself today and have gained ten pounds since I stopped working Rave- I cant really afford food so I should slim down pretty quick Rant- Really feeling like an idiot for being 29 and borrowing rent money Rave- I will be working and getting paid in less then two weeks, thank fuck
Rave: I've been talking to a young lady a lot lately. She's been over a couple of times and we've been up talking until 1-3am on any given night. Well, last night, I finally get a blowjob from her, and by god it was the best one I've ever had. Hands down. Seriously a keeper. Did I mention she's hot, loves sports, and loves to fuck more than any guy I know? Rant: After said BJ, about 2 hours later it was time to go again, but this time we progressed to sex. Because of lack of sleep from being up late, having gotten off once before that night, and not working out recently; I pretty much couldn't keep it up. It was fucking embarrassing. I NEVER have this issue, in fact, I have the opposite issue usually. So, for me to have talked a big game, and thrown up that performance, I've never felt shittier. Needless to say, I am taking a recovery night. I'm going to bed after South Park and hopefully I get 8 hours of solid sleep. I need to bring my A-game this weekend (which I usually have) otherwise I could blow this. Time to go to bed.
Rave: Got two of them back. After we left the shelter we went out and put up some signs. We got a call from someone 20 minutes later, he had found one of the pugs in the CVS parking lot last night. A couple hours later, the animal control officer we talked to at the shelter pulled up to the house with the pit bull in the back. He brought him right to the house so we wouldn't have to pay to get him out of the shelter. Rant: Still missing the youngest Pug. My wife calls her my taillight, because she follows me everywhere. We put up even more signs for her over by where the Pit Bull was picked up, but no luck. I know somebody must have picked her up, she's such a sweetheart. Newspaper ad goes out Friday, no luck from Craigslist so far. Rant: While my pregnant wife was out stapling some fliers to the light posts at one of the busy intersections by the house, some guy started telling her that Code Enforcement would come by and tear them down, so she should just take them down right away. I drove past 20 minutes later, and the Code Enforcement truck was parked in front of his house. Obviously he called them himself, because he's an asshole. Rave: Code Enforcement left the fliers up. Take that, dick.
RANT: I normally download a cd before buying it, just to see if i like it. There are a few artist or groups that i will just go out and buy the cd. Well today i went out and picked up the new Cypress Hill cd, and wow what a piece of shit. Words cant describe how completely awful it is.
Rant: Had to go to the DMV on Monday. Anyone who has experienced "Hawaiian Time" will understand this all too well. Everyone knows the DMV is the closest thing to Satan's taint. However, in the wonderful state of Hawaii we have furlough days for all state and county employees. Once or twice a month every state and county office is closed on Friday. Now, this state already has quite a few paid state holidays. We have an admissions day. (From when Hawaii got admitted into the US) We Have Kamehameha day. Named for King Kamehameha. So, all in all, not the hardest working bunch of fuckers on the planet. I was third in line when it opened. Renew the license, outta there. I have no tickets, warrants, etc. nothing. Pay the twenty bucks, take the picture and wait. Two fucking hours. "Machine no work." What? "Sorry yeah. Stay broke." What's the matter with the machine? "Stay stuck, tha bugga no like move and da kine wen broke um." So, the machine's broken. What do I do? Come back tomorrow? "Try wait. we get um." Someone had left the laminate machine on all night and it burned itself together in a weird mix of plastic. Someone else came along to "fix" it and ended up tearing the machine in half. So, they had to have the technician show up to tell them "stay broke." Then they had to get a new machine. "try wait, stay coming." All in all, I guess two hours is about right. It's a good thing I'm not all allowed to walk around with a flamethrower. And yes, pidgin english is alive and well.
Rant/Rave? After 4 months of idiot doctors not figuring out what's wrong with my baby, we said fuck them and went to a GI doctor ourselves (no referral, as every doctor insisted the problem is not GI related) Rant/Rave? Turns out it is GI related. Rant: His spleen is enlarged. We have no idea what that means for him. Ten blood tests done today and an ultrasound in 2 weeks. Rave: it appears there may finally be a light at the end of the tunnel Rant: Have to see another idiot doctor tomorrow (the one today was the only non-idiot we've seen thus far) who never listens to me and has prescribed the wrong medicine or the wrong dosage multiple times.
Rant: I want to punch Habs fans in the throat. Just wait until you face a team with firepower around the net that is actually performing, and that backs that firepower with solid defense and goaltending. Halak is the only thing that got you by the Caps (who I actually had taking the whole thing this year), and sorry, but you fucks are going to get eaten alive by the Penguins. This is also the first and only time I will ever cheer for the Penguins, whose fans I hate almost as much as Habs and Leafs fans. Warning: Long, unfunny rant about family that most of you probably won't care about. Spoiler My brother is a little fucker with and overwhelming sense of entitlement and an underwhelming work ethic. In the past several months, he has done several things to make me legitimately think I won't have much to do with him once we're older and my parents aren't around any more. 1. He essentially forced my parents to pay rent in two houses for him. He has a house in the city where he goes to school, and was offered a job traveling around the country doing PR work for a major company. Instead, he turned down the job (which would have had the company paying for travel and lodging) in order to take a lower paying job with less hours in London (my city too), so he could play paintball with his friends. The house he's staying in is $500, plus cable/internet, which is a fucking RIPOFF, considering it's summer here and he could have nailed something down for $350, all inclusive, since everyone here wants to sublet during the summer. This comes after he maxed out two credit cards during the school year, which my parents also pay for. 2. He originally planned to study abroad, but rather than do it like a smart person and apply through an Ontario school so he could pay Ontario tuition, he applied directly, which meant tuition was going to cost $30,000, plus living. That also would have meant his first year of schooling here would have been for nothing. When my parents told him he'd have to pay for it on his own, or at least pay for his living expenses once he got there, he freaked out and claimed they just wanted him to stay here. 3. He went through a rough breakup recently. It went from us being worried about him to just being annoyed with him. He went back to my parents house for 3 weeks, getting obliterated drunk pretty much daily, then coming home and getting in my parents' faces about how much he hates being home. He was also threatened with harassment charges from his ex-girlfriend who he messaged and threatened repeatedly, since he found out she was seeing someone else. Now, this would be bad enough, except I just found out about #4, which makes me want to rip his fucking head off. 4. I was talking to my mom today, and out of the blue she apologized for "ruining my childhood". I was shocked and asked her what she meant, and apparently a week or so ago my brother and her got into it, again, and he claimed "because of them, he didn't even have a childhood". This makes me want to rip his fucking head off. My parents both worked their asses off and sacrificed A LOT to give my brother and I literally everything we could ever want. We always had the nicest possessions, went on great trips where we wanted to go, and were able to participate in pretty much anything we wanted with them there to cheer for us and support every step of the fucking way. They even offered to bring our friends when we traveled out of the country so we'd have other people to hang out with. Yes, there were fights in the family (the males in our family in particular are blessed with a somewhat explosive temper), but that happens with every family pretty much. I cannot overstate what my parents gave up for us (and still do give up for us) to be happy and have great childhoods, and I would be hard pressed to name someone with parents that would give them the same privileges we had (though that's a pretty subjective thing, obviously). Even after he was out of high school (he just bummed around for several years) they paid for everything for him, including trips all over the continent. I literally cannot think of a worse thing to say to a parent than what he said, and for him to say that when we got everything we ever wanted makes me question what the fuck is wrong in his spoiled, delusional fucking brain. If I call him out on it and he tries to get in my face about it, I am going to beat the everloving shit out of him.
Rave: Went to the Dog/People Park tonight with The Wife, her sister and her 6 year old boy and our dog. The dog is anti-social so he was off leash in the People side (no-no but the law wasn't there) to swing and fetch with half a tennis ball. The boy is all about tag. Mainly Freeze Tag which is great. Tip: In 2 on 1 Freeze Tag, get frozen first so you don't have to run so much. Rave: BBQ on Saturday, weather should be nice, if not HOT TUB! I will be having many a big kid soda and not be responsible for my actions.
Rant: The golden retriever I'm taking care of for the week believes my bed is his. He also seems to think I like the taste of wet dog nose at 5AM because he's very excited about doing it. Rave: Having a dog is awesome and I wish I could get one now. Truck rides, long runs and hikes, all made better by having a pooch. Rant: After avoiding him for weeks a friend with a "business plan" (that I've been hearing about for years) cornered me when I didn't have an excuse ready. The business idea is... bad. While I respect anyone with a dream they pursue it doesn't mean I want to invest in it. I'm very curious to see how much money he thinks he can wring out of us. Rave: At least the meeting is being held at my favorite pub. Plenty of good beer and sports to keep me occupied.
RANT: I really wish there were archives of the old board, RMMB had a pretty good documentation of my life for my own reflection, to see where I'm coming from. RANT: I FUCKIN' MISS DECATUR! I would rather be sitting in traffic on North Druid Hills right now. RANT: Every year or so a bug bites me that makes me wanna quit my job and up and move. RAVE: I always go with it. RANT: I've been bit again. RAVE: I've got a buddy in Dallas, GA (west Atlanta) who is reopening his gym. He's offered me the loft above it. Free place to live, 24/7 access to gym equipment, free MMA classes. RANT: I'd miss my family.
RANT: Just finished Dexter season 4. Holy. Shit. I'm in shock. It's been a long time since I was so emotionally invested in a fucking TV show. I need to get out more.
Rant: Work is such an unorganized clusterfuck lately. They're restructuring the company and have changed our district and our manager. We have had a new one for about two weeks and he was supposed to find out yesterday if he was staying at our center or being relocated. We still haven't heard anything one way or another. It seems like they're keeping us in the dark for some reason, as much as I hate my job I hope I have one to come back to after my vacation next week. I still don't know what time I'm supposed to go in tomorrow. I usually cover vacations and days off and one of the other supervisors has a discretionary day tomorrow. Covering her shift would have me going in at 11:30 tomorrow morning rather than my usual 4:30, usually I would prefer this but since my vacation is next week I'd rather be out of there sooner than later tomorrow. At this point I just wish someone would make up their fucking mind and let me know when I'm working. Rave: Vacation next week! Rant: My TV has decided not to turn on today out of the blue. It was working just fine yesterday but just blinks on for a second then turns right back off today.
Rant: My dog died last night. I've had him since 1996. Fuck. I really don't want to be at work today.
RANT: Teaching my parents how to use gmail is being challenging, particularly when they don't listen or pay attention. It's like trying to deal with 6 year olds. RAVE: Weekend starts tomorrow at 4pm. Booya! RANT: Saturday's a public holiday, so liquor stores will probably be closed. They will be closed on Sunday too. I hope that this bottle of Jim Beam lasts me...