Rave: After two years I finally opened my mouth to my family about exactly what my step mother has done since my father's passing. They had been full of sympathy about her constant whining until they heard that she's bled the family inheritance dry and is now looking to steal my land. She plays the victim well, but that bitch hasn't worked a single day in the 26 years I've known her, she simply lived off my father's money. I was cordial to her while she was out here, but I've also had to spend days apologizing to people for her behavior while she was here. That was fucking embarrassing. She's been calling me constantly since she left, but I just don't answer the phone. She knows I have two kinds of pissed off...one where I yell and one where I get quiet. And she also knows that when I get quiet it's probably a very good idea not to poke me with a stick to find out what happens. It takes a lot for me to get so pissed off I get quiet. I can put up with a lot of shit, but her trying to steal the land my father and I worked hard for pushed me over the edge. My father's proudest day was when we bought the property he grew up on and it was going to remain in the family forever. Now she wants to sell it so she can continue to gamble $2000 a month, wear diamonds on every finger, and take all her friends out for meals. Every fucking day. All the while crying the blues that she's broke. I'm slowly formulating a plan and I'm going to bring the Hammer of God down on that bitch for squandering my family's resources. She's blown through over $200K in liquid assets in 2 years and thinks the family trust is her personal bank account. She's fucked up many times and I've said nothing and let it slide. I'm the executor of the trust and I let her get away with a lot of shit, but when she went after my property so she could continue her free and easy lifestyle she crossed the fucking line. That bitch is about to get a HUGE lesson in what it's like to be broke. Apparently she forgot that when she met my father she lived in a goddamn travel trailer and ate Ramen noodles for dinner. She's going to be revisiting those days soon and I'm sure she'll be whining to anyone that will listen how unfair life is. It really pisses me off because I honestly do love the woman and I've been put in a position where I have to be an asshole to save what belongs to me and my sister. I dislike being a hard ass, but I can't continue to let her walk all over myself and my family.
Rant: I just won the "Follow up Toytoy post" It makes this rant seem dumb. but either case.. Rave: Spent most of last night dancing with a hot chick. She seems into me, and I think ill be asking her out next time I see her. Rant: It fucking snowed last night. Yea, its late november, I live in canada, but we had 17*C weather last week
Rave: I went to my first hockey game last night - the Minnesota Wild. A friend of mine works for them and had free tickets, so we went and had a great time. I don't know any hockey rules (and surprisingly she doesn't really either), so we just had our own running commentary about why things were happening. I did learn what a power play was though. Also, hockey fights are crazy! The refs just stand there letting two guys beat the piss out of each other. Crazy.
Mini-Rave: Saw myself on ESPNNews when Andre Ward was being interviewed at the weigh-in yesterday for tonight's fight. Rave: Tonight is the night Bay Area boxing fans have been waiting for. It's been eight years since a world title fight took place in the Bay, and twenty-five since one took place specifically in Oakland. This could be the beginning of bigger things to come. The crowd is going to be explosive and I will be ringside covering the fight. Gotta love it!
RANT Already sick of the new ads on Pandora, I was astounded when I was cut off for the month for listening to the new quota.
Rave: "Last visit was: Nov 21st, '09, 13:37" Rant: The fact that I got excited about that speaks volumes.
Rant Still aching from head-on crash. Rave Weed being used to solve Rant's issue is something I brought back from Amsterdam called Big Buddha Cheese and it is hi-lariously strong. Seriously, it's like I'm in the forth fucking dimension right right.
Rave: I got to get the hell out of this house today and got my hair done. Was about time. Was starting to look like cotton candy. (dry, crackly) Rant: I'm a paid blogger. Two (TWO!!!) of my posts got rejected today because blogspot decided to fuck up my timestamps and instead of posting my regular post in between them, it posted the two sponsored posts right after one another- getting them both rejected and ineligible for resubmission.. aka: I get no money for either post. That's $25 out of my damn pocket! Might not seem like much to some people, but when that's your only income.. it's a lot!
Rant: My brother's in Amsterdam. During Cannibis Cup. I'm not there with him. I've got wandurlust something fierce, since I haven't been out of the country since '02. Remember all that shit people say about "make sure you travel when you're young and in college, since you won't get the chance often when you're in the 'real world'"? All true. Rant: Some mongoloid thinks my cell phone number is a fax machine, because every night since Thursday I've gotten a call between 1AM and 1:30AM, picked up, and heard that android-orgasm sound on the other end. They must either not have a speaker on their fax, or they don't speak English, because "I am not a fucking fax machine, asshole!" apparently doesn't compute. I've looked up the number on Google, but I'm not paying money to research who it belongs to because they are idiots. The number's 972-650-0340, by the way. If anybody wants to send them pictures of gratuitious nudity and violence, have at it you jackals.
Rave: Yesterday this patient was talking about how great my posture is. Then, since he has a crush on his therapist, he added, "But, (blank), you have good posture, too. You have a really nice lumbard." This dude is 70 years old and salty as hell. I love that he complimented her "lumbarD". Bwhahaha.
Rave: Andre Ward took home a victory for America, and more importantly for Oakland. Oakland is back on the map as far as boxing goes, as the fight drew more than 10,000 fans last night. Was a great night and I got a new gig writing for a different website that will also provide me with a video camera to tape interviews and press conferences. On the undercard, all three of my friends won their fights, with my buddy Karim Mayfield emphatically knocking out Francisco Santana in a rematch of their March 2008 fight that Karim won narrowly. Got home, wrote my article, drank a few Tecates, and called it a day. Headed to a friend's concert tonight as well.
RAVE: I had given up hope but put up tons of fliers anyway. Friday night a car pulled into the driveway and had him. That little fucker is tough... 5 months old & 12 pounds* and he survived on his own for 6 days. *He doesn't weigh that now, Friday night he was down to 9 and is skin and bones. Rant: $400 at the emergency vet for a broken leg. He's worth every penny though. Rave: My year old lab is awesome. She is leaving his canned food alone (his bowl is wherever he is, saves trips to the kitchen) and is being super gentle around him.
Rant: Seahawks lose. Rave: Bombay Sapphire. Enough said. Cardinals win. UofA loses to Oregon. Awesome.
Rant: Struggled to move my router downstairs so I could play MW2 online. Got one game in and then it crapped out. I gave up hope after messing with it for over 2 hours and brought it back upstairs to try and get the internet working for the computers around the house and it worked. Maybe whichever divine being is fucking with us doesn't want me to be on Xbox live. Weak.
Rave - I got to see Bill Dawes do standup thursday, he is absolutely hilarious. Plus I got to meet him after. Rant - Went out friday for a buddys birthday, I blacked out and blew a shitload of money. Now I have to live off ramen and not have cigarrettes till tuesday, yay me
Rant: Note to self: drinking a bottle of wine, shots of Jager and champagne is a mistake. I knew this was a shitty combo, and yet I kept on drinking whatever was in front of me. Way to go, shithead. I've felt like an idiotic ass all day.
Rave: My weekend sailing race was tuff work, of 30 yachts to start only 21 finished. Two boats lost masts others lost rigging, some had crews fall too sick to function. I slept less than a combined 4 hours on Friday and Saturday night and both knees and shins are bruised all to hell. But we made it. Rave: Breakfast on Sunday morning consisted of 2 bacon and egg rolls and half a dozen rum & cokes.
Rave: Picked up some new headphones, got myself some Shure SRH840's. My god, the quality of sound coming out of these cans are amazing - I'm going to have to re-download some of the music I have because I can hear how shitty the quality is. Rant: Turns out the speakers I had sitting on my computer don't do anything other than Mono-sound, which isn't surprising because they were shitty speakers, so I was only getting sound out of the left side of the headphones. Had to go pick up a new set of speakers as well. It's really fucking good I had a shit ton of money sitting around for my tattoo that I didn`t need, so I had a little extra laying around for this. Rave: Not only do I have fucking sweet headphones, which, when used with my bass amp sound fucking sweet; I have a set of wicked 5.1 speakers. Rave: Went out too a friends cabin last night. They just tore down their old shitty hole in the wall cabin and built a brand new place. - it`s still not finished being built but it`s looking amazing. We eventually all just got retarded drunk and played board games into the wee hours.
My brain is melting, I think. At least that's what it feels like. It's this paper. It's stealing my sanity. There's nothing I can do about it, either. I'm totally aware that the things that I'm thinking are crazy, but I'm thinking them anyway. I swear that as I was re-reading the assignment guidelines I read "I hate you, Billy. Ihateyouihateyouihateyou." But when I read it again, it had changed back to "This paper should be 15-20 pages in length and is worth 8% of your final grade."