Rant: Oh you dumb motherfucker... People wonder why I'm so hesitant to "loan" out my vehicles/tools/toys and last night was the perfect example of why. My friend, a normally competent individual had borrowed my tractor to clear a hillside on his property. I had offered to run the tractor for him this coming weekend but he refused, wanting to get it done asap. He's run equipment before. Bobcats, mini-excavators, and even tractors so I acquiesced and let him take it. Last night at around 8PM I get a call saying he has a problem. He flipped the tractor sideways down the hill. Idiot had piled up loose dirt on the hill and decided to traverse across this unstable fill sideways! On a a steep incline. Exactly what I warned him not to try. A skidsteer would have made it but not a top heavy tractor. Rave: Luckily I have friends who do heavy equipment hauling/towing so they're meeting me there later today to get it upright and onto the back of their rig. It's going straight to the dealership for a full inspection which my friend is paying for. If the tractors fucked up then we'll settle that problem later. Rave: Now I have the ultimate excuse for why I won't loan out my stuff.
Rant: Still feeling the effects of too much Woodford Reserve and bottom shelf vodka on Saturday Rave: A workout will make me feel better, but ... Rant: My desire to really kick ass on hang cleans and squats is extremely low today. The fact that I slept from 4-7 before having to work today is not helping. Rant: I know maybe a dozen people in Tampa that I'd call friends, and the majority of them are really just drinking buddies. I rarely have any desire to go out drinking anymore. I need to meet some new people. Super Rave: Spending the next 3 weekends out of town. In Miami this weekend, Oklahoma next weekend for OU-FSU and Tallahassee for FSU-BYU on the 18th. It's going to be exhausting but awesome.
Rant: I feel so fucking useless today, damn late Sunday night UFC replays. Rant: The house seems to have randomly become infested with ants and flies, kinda surprising it took this long considering what a shit-hole it is and the fact that my roommates leave dishes full of food in the sink even though the dishwasher is RIGHT NEXT TO THE FUCKING SINK, SERIOUSLY, YOU ARE 25 YEARS OLD, I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER AND I DON'T APPRECIATE HAVING TO MOVE YOUR DIRTY DISHES TO THE DISHWASHER EVERY TIME I GET HOME - CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF. Also, why do you leave empty plastic cups in the sink? I know you are not planning to reuse them, is it too difficult to walk 5 steps to the trash? Are you planning to get to it later or have you just decided I am going to be your clean up bitch? In all honestly I like all my roommates and can relate since I was just as bad if not worse when I was 18-21 years old and feel like a passive aggressive ass hat for posting this here instead of saying something to them, but I figure it's not worth starting a battle with people I'd like to remain friends with a couple days before I move out. Rave: Moving to my own place Wednesday. Rant: It's suppose to be hot as fuck this week. Rave: New place has central air. Rant: New place does not have a cleaning lady.
Rave! I'm finally 21! Went out at midnight and acted like an idiot, but managed to keep my birthday shoes (5" heels) on all night and I didn't spend any money. Rant: Taking all the random shots people buy you on your 21st birthday makes for a wicked hangover.
RANT: Got into a motorcycle accident today. RAVE: I'm ok, I don't have a scratch on me. RANT: My rear fender is completely fucked. Hopefully there is no frame damage and it's a quick fix.
Rant: I hate all my friends that feel the need to send me their ultrasound pictures, and then ask "Isn't he/she cute?" Yeah, for a deformed sea monkey. I don't know what the hell I am looking at and don't feel I should be subjected to their incessant need to breed. Also, I despise the court system in Stewart County Tennessee and their need to move at the pace of a drunken snail. Rave: Might be going to the lake next weekend!
Rave (I guess): One more quarter ounce for the last week of summer, then I will be doing my best to quit smoking pot for at least a couple months when school starts up. It hasn't ruined my life or made me literally deflate like that weird anti-pot commercial, but I would say my overall productivity/drive/will power goes down about 15-20% when I'm smoking every day... which I've been doing for about two years. So, expect to hear raves about me climbing huge mountains and writing symphonies and shit in the coming weeks/months.
Rave: Finally, after almost four months of waiting, I saw a specialist today! Rant: He said in all his years (I estimate him to be mid-sixties), he's never seen symptoms like mine. Sooo...now what? I don't know how many more times I can leave work early to sit in waiting rooms hours past my scheduled appointment time to be told nothing. Rant: A dog I walk with all the time has been diagnosed with Canine Viral Papillomas, which apparently is highly contagious. My dogs were kenneled with this husky last week, sooo...yay team. Here's to hoping that the boys were miraculously not infected. Rave: Basement gets rebuilt next week. I'm still not sure if this was a good day or a bad one.
RAVE: Finally caught a break, and got a job cooking at a bar around where I live...not something that I want to do for a long time, but the owner is paying under the table so I'm going to stick it out for a while. Also, most of the female bartenders are HOT. RAVE:Met a chick that seems somewhat normal last week, hanging out tomorrow... RAVE:I've been really fucking happy the last few days...strange, but I like it.
Holy fucking shit, the people who control the office AC aren't in yet and it's 500 degrees. It's not even 9 AM and it's so hot that I can't even think straight. Rant: I've had to edit this one sentence post several times because the heat is killing me, I have more clairvoyance when shitfaced.
Rant: Helped my friend move this weekend to Windsor. No AC, and high bedbug potential Rave: He bought me scotch. Lots of scotch
RANT: We lost our soccer Grand Final RANT: We lost in penalties RANT: I was the player who missed. RAVE: Have a good solid drinking session with the boys which has gone for about 3 days. Helped a little bit
Rant: Send some heat my way, my office is fucking 60ยบ and I have my space heater on. It's all or nothing with this place.
Rant: People complaining about the weather (not so much on here but in person). When it was raining for the last week and a half and the temps were in the 60's all you wanted was the sun and some "summer weather", well here it is. Rave: Working poolside. I've got a fresh keg of Oktoberfest, a humidor full of cigars, and a puppy that loves jumping into the pool over and over again. Oh yeah I guess I should do some "work" while I'm out there too. Rant: I don't get to work poolside until tomorrow. Fucking customers coming in today. Bleh.
Rant: The girl that I've been wanting to be with for the past 7 months decides that she's going to lie to me about wanting to hook up with my BEST friend. Then she has the nerve to start crying her eyes out when I tell her to fuck off. Shady. Who was she trying to kid? He's my best friend, of course he's going to tell me everything. I've learned to never go after girls who just got out of high school. Stupid 19 year old bitches. Rave: I met a new girl the same night after I cut the aforementioned bitch out of my life. Hot, amazing body, just...beautiful. She's into me already and keeps asking my other friend about me. Score.
Rant: Got butt-naked with a cute girl on Saturday, who waited until that point to inform me she's a 21-year-old virgin. We tried, briefly, but it hurt her too much and just felt...weird, overall (mentally, for me). Rave: Had a great ass though, something I hadn't seen in far too long. Oh, and going down on a virgin was nice, too. Tasted great.
Going blind into a new set in a new venue using brand new material that's really more of a skeleton than a series of actual bits. This is the Learn How To Work Off the Cuff portion of my stand-up self-tutorial. My mind is a cocktail of Fuck It and Crap Myself. This should be fun.
Rave: $12 for 12-packs (22 oz. bottles) of this stuff... I have six cases in my basement now: Spoiler Go ahead and click through the first page... <a class="postlink" href="http://www.deschutesbrewery.com/brews/year-round-brews/black-butte-porter/default.aspx" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.deschutesbrewery.com/brews/y ... fault.aspx</a> Gotta get when the gettin's good! My basement is now full of wood, tools, guns, and beer. It's one helluva man cave. Rave: Kicking ass at work. Both jobs. Rave: Testing someone's new rifle this week. Like new product testing. Fuck yeah! Rant: The first weekend after school starts coincides with an Oktoberfest festival in Minneapolis that I'll be vending at. Fucking A it will be a bitch of a weekend. I'm looking forward to selling a ton of brats to happy drunk people (and hopefully doing some drinking of my own), but I'll likely work 40+ hours between Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Oh, and I'll probably have homework to do. I'm gonna get a lovely paycheck afterwards and will earn more respect at work but damn... I'll be a trainwreck that weekend. Rant: My girlfriend is also complaining that I haven't been communicating as much as I used to. Funny, I happen to work a ton too. Obviously it'll affect my work/life balance and it's not the way I want it to be, but give me a break. I am trying.
Rave: This is a good week to own guns and have bad intentions, dove season opens tomorrow and I have an antelope tag that starts on the 3rd.