Rant: Some shares a guy told me to buy a year ago for .02c a throw are now at .90c each. A 10K investment would have made me $450k richer right now. He was going to buy $150k’s worth, if he did he will have made over 6 million from that investment. Fuck. Rant: Trod on a nail while landscaping over the weekend, went in approx ½ an inch. Was unpleasant. Rave: This time next week I’ll be in Rome.
Rave: The trainwreck that is Bay Area professional football. Rant: Giants clinched today. I hate those bitches.
RANT: Ran into my ex at the bar on Friday. She came over and we hooked up. She also texted me at 1am on Saturday when I was drunk and came over for some more sex that I barely remember. I was doing so good too. RAVE: Sex with her is still amazing. And I broke a 2 month streak. And sexing her is really fucking good. And she isn't being weird or crazy anymore. RANT: I still fucked my ex.
Rave: First day of intramural floor hockey was today... I forgot how much I love floor hockey. This was almost a rant though, since half our team didn't show up (meaning no subs) and due to weird scheduling we played two one hour games in a row. Someone might as well have slapped me in the face and yelled "YOU'RE OUT OF SHAPE!!!" Sweet baby Jesus am I going to be sore tomorrow. Rave: Just got Assholes Finish First! Not even to page 50 yet, and it's already awesome. I wasn't sure how I would like it, since it's been 5 years since I read IHTSBIH, but Tucker is a damn funny writer. He makes movies like a fucking idiot, but the guy can definitely write.
Rant/Rave: 3-4 hour Border Patrol interview in front of 3 agents on Tuesday morning. I've never been more nervous in my life.
I'll join that rant. It seems that Dish is really screwing themselves. Either people will switch to Direct or just starting watching shows like Terriers (was enjoying that one!) on Hulu. Doesn't Fox co-own Hulu?
Rant: got in a fight, with a girl I'm not dating, over nothing, for no purpose. Nothing was resolved (or even at issue) and now we both feel like shit.
Rant: Gotta drop a class. Putting in 20+ hours a week on assignments for one class is not worth a shitty mark in each of my other ones. Why do some people make it seem so easy. Rave: Feels like a huge weight off my shoulders.
Rant: Sundays are exhausting. Between football, Boardwalk Empire, Bored to Death, Eastbound and Down, and Dexter, I think I spent almost 10 hours in front of the TV yesterday.
Rave: The Chiefs are the only undefeated team in the NFL! I know it probably won't last long, but I'll rave about it for this week at least. Rave: Working a shift that doesn't require me to get up before sunrise, plus today I have the office to myself. That means Pandora streaming on my phone and taking my sweet time getting my work done. Rant: A hose on my dishwasher broke and covered my kitchen floor in water. Rave: I was in the kitchen and saw it leaking and shut it off before it caused any real damage.
Rant: When I saw the lovely abneretta posted under 'Permanent Threads' I thought one of you lovely ladies had finally updated the Booby Thread. I fucking hate Mondays.
Rant: Goddamn I feel like I am stuck in a rut here. I have no desire to work out or get back on a diet, I absolutely hate and despise my current part time job, so much so where I wake up every morning wishing death upon myself. This hunt for a full time job now that I graduated is going nowhere. Everyone wants 2-5 years experience. Guess what I just graduated, I don't have that, oh whats that, sorry the position wont apply to me, well fuck you and thanks a lot. I really need to be working out trying to drop these last 50 lbs but I cant because I sit at work all day hating my life and by the time I get off, I want to do nothing but go home, look for a job, and hate my life more. Oh and to top if all off, I have started smoking again. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK, I don't even want a high paying job, just something that's full time, where I can get some overtime hours possibly, benefits, 401k, medical, the works, something that is more a career in my degree field then just a job. FUCKKKKKKK. EDIT: AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, IVE SENT OUT PROBABLY 50 APPLICATIONS AND RESUMES IN THE PAST MONTH AND I HAVEN'T RECEIVED ONE CALL BACK OR EMAIL. GODDAMN-IT I cant even get them to call me back, what the hell am I doing wrong here?
Rave: Yesterday was the first Sunday in...I can't even remember how long, when I did nothing. I mean, I did things, sure. But I didn't do anything that I didn't want to do, or that was scheduled, and I spent a few hours just laying on the couch. I was reveling in my utter uselessness. Rant: My girlfriend, on the other hand, got to the point at around 3:30 when she felt too useless and started feeling guilty about not getting anything done like cleaning (the house looked fine) or laundry (we had plenty of clean clothes). Rave: After literally forcing her back onto the couch, she fell asleep for a couple hours and woke up feeling great and ready to make a pizza. And all was right in the world.
Rant: My cat is sick. Double Rant: Cat vomit....everywhere. I heard it making that awful gagging noise cats make when they're about to throw up and I hauled ass downstairs in order to prevent that. I thought I caught all of it in time and managed to shove a piece of notebook paper under its mouth as it was dry heaving onto the carpet, but kitty was sneaky. That particular bout of barfing was Round #3. Rounds #1 & #2 were voluminous (really no nice way to put that, that's as pretty as it gets) and all over the place. Literally all over the place--3 different rooms and splattered on the walls in between. Knowing that my cat prefers to do the majority of its bodily functions in secret hidey holes, I spent a good half hour on my hands and knees peering under couches, behind beds, and in storage closets. Small Rave: No more vomit. TRIPLE FUCKING RANT: Cat diarrhea. Not in easily accessible spots, either. I cannot wait for this Monday to be over.
Rave: Just got AFF in the mail. Rant: Too much studying to do, no time to read. Rave: Also lifting 5 times a week, sex drive has been way up. Rant: Girlfriend lives in another state until December, I don't have it in me to cheat, stupid morals. Rave: Internet porn.
Rant: Mo'fuckers who don't know how to grow the fuck up and hatch pity parties to feel bad for themselves when they and they alone are the cause for their current misery. Rant: When these mo'fuckers are in jail, these pity parties have exponents attached to them Rant: When these mo'fuckers who are in jail are one of your parents Rave: Growing up enough to be able to say to these mo'fuckers who hatch pity parties in jail and happen to be one of your parents: 'You know what? I don't care. You made your bed, lie in it. Oh and grow the fuck up... Or don't.'
RAVE: Booked my flight to Atlanta yesterday. A week from tomorrow I bid Seattle goodbye for good. RANT: Mr. Pink has to stay behind and wrap up the house business, which will be finalized at the end of December. Which means I have to be alone for 6-8 weeks. This wouldn't be such an issue if I wasn't uber-paranoid. Due to my line of work, the years I've spend reading about serial rapists/killers, watching too much I Survived and Cold Case Files, I'm just waiting for someone to break in and try to fuck shit up. The following will be purchased as soon as I touch down in Georgia: pepper spray, a firearm that isn't job related, and a large dog. Hey, interviewing a man that nonchalantly tells me how he broke into a woman's house for the sole purpose of raping her has a way of gripping the mind. RANT: Reading the above rant makes me realize how much of a goddamn paranoid lunatic I am. Fuck it, I'll calm down once the husband is in Atlanta.
RANT: My truck broke down. Turbo is toast. Might be able to rebuild it, might not. Looking at least $500-1500. That I dont have. So much for going up north to try rifle hunting deer.