RANT: FUCKKK! I just asked a professor for a one day lab extension by email, because I have two tests Monday and Tuesday when it is due, BUT I SENT THE EMAIL TO EVERYONE IN THE CLASS. I am a fucking idiot, I just clicked reply, and it replied to the whole listserve. Now everyone can see my patheticness. (not a word...BUT FUCK IT)
RANT: Work is slow so I get to sell my 500+hp Cobra and drive an 1986 Chevy truck RANT: Apparently thought it would be a great idea to drunkenly make out with the best friend of the chick that I actually like. RANT: Had to put my cat down on Monday. I know this board doesn't like cats, well fuck you. Even cat haters liked him. He was the coolest cat. I had him for almost 15 years and has been with me through everything. Lifting him up onto the table to get the shot was single handily the hardest thing I have ever done. The vet wanted to have him rendered. I told him to shove it and gave I him a proper burial in the back yard under a tree. RAVE: I'm going to drink until I can't feel feeling.
Rave: Going pistol shooting for the first time tomorrow, I foresee death and destruction in my future. Rant: Have to get up at the ass crack of dawn to do it and I've had a long night of drinking and meeting nothing but married women. Rave: Daylight savings time! So the ass crack of dawn is 1 hour later than it should be. Rant: Broke again... 8 dollars for a rum and coke? FUCK YOU.
RANT We have a fucking mouse terrorizing our kitchen. I can hear the thing back there now, knocking over shit on our stove, and when I sneaked back there to swat at the thing with a broom he darted back behind the oven. We were tip-toeing around the kitchen earlier tonight with a hammer, seeing if we couldn't just crush the rodent's skull. If you can't tell, we're not real versed in the most effective ways to dispose of critters. In the meantime, that stupid mouse is going to make baby mice and invite his mouse-fraternity over to make a mouse rager in our kitchen. Tomorrow, I'm getting rat traps. If only our property management allowed us to have cats, we'd be set. Anyone have any advice on this matter I'm all ears. Fucking mice. Those things are disgusting.
Rave: Finally got around hanging the new curtains. They look pretty good. Rave: Making a big pot of Chili. Whole house smells like Chili. Fucking awesome. Rave: Brothers (and their wives) and parents are coming over for dinner. Future Sister-in-law is astonishingly awesome at baking, and is making desert. Rave: Grandpa's surgery went better than expected. Rave: Today should be a fantastic day.
Rant: Have to pay about $1000 to have my car fixed. Rant: A cop picked me out of about 15 cars, all going relatively the same speed, and gave me a $400 speeding ticket yesterday. Rant: When I gave the cop my license, he informed me it expired. In January. I'm such a fucking idiot, I didn't think to check since I haven't had a car to drive until three weeks ago. Now I get to go see a Judge and tell him why I was driving around with a license that expired 10 months before, and hope that he goes easy on me since it's my first offense for anything. Tough week.
Rant: I rarely drink. That being said, I keep a pretty well-stocked home bar (I'm obsessed with collecting one of everything in a half-sized bottle). Nothing in this bar has ever been opened, with the exception of two things. A mickey of brandy - which I use for cooking Diane recipes - and white wine, which I also use mostly for cooking. The opened bottles last forever, which is not an issue with the brandy, but wine can spoil. I'm making beef stew, and I grabbed the white wine out of the fridge to add to the stock*. I thought to myself, "Jesus, it's been in there awhile, I wonder if it's gone off." So I poured myself a half glass. I then reached for the phone and knocked the glass over. It bounced all over my island, hitting everything on the way down, and when it hit the floor it exploded into millions of little pieces, none bigger than a dime. To add to the fun, both dogs were in kitchen. Fortunately they listened right away when I yelled, "BACK!" So I got to clean up little wee shards of broken glass in my sock feet. Glass everywhere, even out of the kitchen and down the hallway. People wonder why I don't drink, here fate is reminding me yet again that it's never a wise choice. Rave: Slow-cooker beef stew tonight. *Yes, I know that I should be using red wine with beef, but fuck you. There are two or three white wines that I can stand; there are NO red wines that I would ever drink. It's my stew and I'll make it how I wish.
RANT: I'm going to kill my roommate. I'm tired of playing babysitter to a 21 year old every weekend. He's a fucking mess, and needs to gain some semblance of how to act like a fucking adult. A semblance which does not include throwing silverware around a crowded apartment. Man, I sound so fucking old and lame. GET OFF MY LAWN, ROOMMATE! I'M GONNA GO WATCH MATLOCK!
Rant: Welp, I am officially retarded. Today, I ran out out of detergent, so I headed to Wal-Mart to pick up some odds and ends. I was once again bewildered by how many different fucking styles of detergent there was. However, I wanted to upgrade from the cheapest shit possible that I normally use to see if it makes a difference. Hooray, employment. So I browse around until I say fuck it and grab some Gain that is supposed to go for 150 loads. It was on rollback or whatever for ten bucks. I thought I was getting a bargain. I go home. I almost pour the Gain in when I realize that it was fucking fabric softener instead of detergent. I head back to Wal-Mart to exchange it. The crypt-keeper at the front door has a hard time printing the label that says I am returning it not stealing it, so this takes even longer than usual. I finally go get what I need and get the fuck out of there. I come back and start my laundry. I come back and start browsing TiB when I hear a slam come from the laundry room. I go check it out and was greeted with this. Apparently when the thing when into spin it knocked off the detergent that was sitting precariously on top of the coin exchange. Over half the bottle had spilled out. My dumbassery of not setting the bottle on something solid compounded with my idiotic idea to throw the cap into the washer as well and resulted in the biggest mess I have made in a very long fucking time. I might as well invest in some sippy cups.
Rant: Dear people who I work with, who get paid more than me to be my superiors. Please have the common decency to at least know something about our fucking job. You are senior technical resources - you are supposed to KNOW SHIT ABOUT TECHNOLOGY. It is bad enough that you get paid almost twice what I do, to provide barely half the contribution to the revenue channel as me - stop making me explain introductory concepts that have nothing to do with my job, and everything to with your job. For fuck sake. Rant: Fucking politicized management channels. Who employs these fucking useless Muppets, and why can't they be the one doing my salary negotiations?
Double Rant: I, being a poor man, have not much by way of food. My roommate, being a piece of shit, ate it all, after having not paid his rent for 2 months and the only way for me to get him out of the house is either have him arrested (which I can't, because there's no fucking cops ever working in our department) or evicted (which will cost me a fucking arm and a leg, because our courts are no better) and I am now hungry and broke. And still can't get him the fuck out of here... Rave: Pistol shooting was FUCKING AWESOME. Shot a .22, which has no recoil so it was good to start with. But then I moved onto the big boy guns. .45 Colt 1911, kicks like a mule and I haven't quite gotten the knack for it, but from 10 yards I was getting a good spread. And finally.... .357 Smith and Wesson Double Action Revolver, with .38 special rounds AND .357 hollow points, I am scary at 20 yards and could shoot about a 2 inch spread from 10. I must purchase one as soon as possible. Rave: We also decided to test out a friend's new home defense weapon.. a heavily modified Remington 1100 with police issue Double aught buckshot. My shoulder is purple, but the target was fucking obliterated... it was beautiful. Rave: God bless America, but don't be afraid to do some smiting from time to time.
RAVE Awesome weekend at base...our unit got special recognition coins from the Wing Commander for our work. Christmas Ale was available at the BX, and no hangovers at all this weekend. RAVE Met a highly attractive chick last week when I was out drinking alone, like the loner I like to be sometimes. She actually approached me, and we sort of hit it off. I was pleased to find out that she isn't a total clueless whore. RANT Found out she used to date one of my sister's douchy exes. At least she realizes what a tool he is. Still fucking weird if things get serious.....
Rave: I think....he likes me. Like, really REALLY likes me. Rant: I would like to rave about the sex again, but at this point it's pretty much bragging and that's not nice. Rave: Fuck it. The man has talent. I am so sore and raw right now that I won't be able to touch myself for a week, if not more. I haven't felt like this in ages, and I didn't realize that I missed it so much. He's a total giver....and all it does is make me want to come back for seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths, etc. until he literally has to call it quits because we're both so tired and spent that it really isn't productive to continue. AND he's a snuggler. Seriously awesome all around. Rant: It's like I can't talk to him unless we're naked. WTF!? I just clam up and say stupid shit, or fall completely silent, or lapse into idle bitchiness. But once the clothes come off, I'm completely fine. Issues: I have them.
Rant/rave: I'm going to be in trouble tomorrow. My brother convinced me to stay up all night and drink with him before he dropped me off at the airport this morning. I get to the plane and take a couple of vidodin to sleep but it only made me horribly nauseous in addition to feeling still kinda drunk. I land and am immediately taken to a grandmother's birthday party. A Korean woman in her forties is pouring me glass after glass of beer. I'm typing this while sitting on the toilet in the restaurant. And I'm meeting my friends after to do more drinking. Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Rant/Rave: Have already spent 5 hours in the damn library composing a lab report that should have been done a week ago and is due tomorrow. Thankfully, there isn't much left to do so I'll be here for about another hour. Rave: Get to register for classes in less than an hour. I have four schedules figured out so that I do not have to have classes on Friday and all classes start after 11. Rant: The way my school system works, I will be lucky to get one of these 4 schedules.
RANT: One of my closest friends is ignoring my attempts at communication (and one of our other close friends) and basically freezing me out, all over a girl we talked to while near blackout last night that he supposedly had "dibs" on. Lets ignore the fact that she aggressively hit on me all night and I ignored/avoided her advances, to the extent of even making out with her lame friend for a period of time, until I was drunk enough that I didn't care anymore. She clearly sees him as only a friend which is why she was throwing herselves at us. He then, as Ive been told second hand, proceeded to lecture us for 10 min back at his apartment about finding out our "true colors" and what shitty friends we really are. But its all irrelevant, cause she is just a girl. Is she very attractive? Absolutely, but if I had actually gotten her number, I would delete right now if it would make him lighten the fuck up. No girl at this point in my life is worth me sabotaging a friendship. All of these points would make a difference, if he actually returned any phone calls or texts, grow the fuck up man. You had never even mentioned her before tonite.