Rant: Fuck, fuck, fuck. I just took such a loss. Hung out with a bitch ALL night only for a third wheel dude to join in. Fucking battled for her attention. And I lost. End of the night, when we were all snuggling in the same bed, she turned to his side. And stayed there. Didn't even have the neutrality to sleep on her back. I sacrificed work that I had to do tonight for this stupidity. It's almost 6 AM. My work isn't done, and my dick isn't wet. AND to top it all off, as I was leaving the dude goes, "Thanks for toughing it out." I wanted to set the bed on fire right then and there. Fuck that bitch's entire gene pool. I will never see either of them again. Picking up what's left of my marbles and going home. EDIT: In SOME situations, it should be legal to fight a guy. I fucking swear.
Rant: Last night getting ready to eat dinner, standing up, felt something weird in my heart, all the blood drained from my face and I almost fainted. It literally felt like my heart was struggling to pump. Laid on my left side for a few minutes, then decided to not fuck around and go to the hospital. EKG revealed something about an irregular heart beat/heart palpitations, and momentary high blood pressure. Rave: Back at the house now, I dodged another bullet (if you've read any of my posts here, you'll know I have some insane health issues and I frequently make references to it being similar to someone trying to kill me; well, last night was another swing and a miss). Don't know what the fuck happened but I now get to schedule some more doctor appointments to get to the bottom of this. Yay for more doctor appointments! At least I'm still alive.
Nerd Rant: About a month to a month and a half ago, I overclocked my quad core CPU up to about 4 Ghz. Used a liquid cooler and everything, I was pretty proud of myself. That shit was running stable too, until all of the sudden it failed this weekend. I had to turn it back down to 3.8Ghz, which isn't bad but I was pretty proud of getting it up to 4. I'll try again after a couple of days, the ambient temp in my room was kind of warm. Rave: New down comforter shipped today, along with a 1200 thread count Egyptian cotton duvet cover. I know that sounds super gay, but I don't care because that shit is going to be amazing.
Rant: Cant feel my arms so its hard to type! Rave: Cant feel my arms because of a great arms and shoulders workout this morning!
RAVE: Making it to today feels amazing... you have no idea how good. RAVE: Two pay checks. RAVE: Just took an emotional shit that felt great.
Rave: Cowboys. They suck so hard right now and it's simply amazing. You know it's bad when not even halfway into the 2nd quarter, Chris Colinsworth has run through the entire Cowboys organization, saying how much is wrong with nearly every piece, and has to start over again with Wade Philips, his verbal punching bag. Short of spontaneous player combustion, I'm not sure what else could've gone wrong for them. Rave: Delicious ribs for dinner last night. Rant: Because of those ribs, today is officially "Don't Trust A Fart Day."
RANT: I fucking hate registry based OS's. For no apparent reason whatsoever, my Win7 image booted with "severe problems... attempting registry repair now". Piece of shit.
Rant: Stop me if you've heard this one. I'm happily driving on the freeway when someone cuts in front of me and effectively forces me to drop 10 mph. Coincidentally, at this exact moment traffic has increased just enough so that I can't pass the bastard.
Rave: Im leaving work early to go to the Monday Night Football game! I have a hotel booked for the trip, should be pretty fricking sweet. Rant: The Bengals are probably going to get their asses handed to them.
Rave: Go Steelers! Can't wait to see them play on MNF. Rave: Second to last night of classes FOREVER. wooo!
Rant- Sorry ladies, you get one true wedding day. That's it. I don't care if you married an idiot, you used your big day already. I won't pay attention, give two shits, buy another present, etc to acknowledge your second (but probably not last) wedding. Don't like it? Keep your cooter closed and your ears open, maybe you won't make the same mistake twice.
Rave: I just finished watching The Pacific. What a fantastic series. The last episode actually caused tears, and that hasn't happened from TV or movies in a long time. It also gives me such an enormous amount of respect for the Marines serving in the Pacific who don't get a lot of credit when we think of World War II today.
Rave: making preparations for my trip to 28*13'N115*15'W where I will be serving as second ticket on the Extreme.
Rant: Single again. And still poor, so I foresee a long road of internet porn ahead. Which is not to say that there isn't 3000 miles of it behind me, either. Rave: I've been spending some quality time on the basketball court this past week, and I finally got my shot back today. Last Monday I looked like an escaped mental patient Der-Der-Derring my way down the lane, but today I got back the arc and the confidence, so I am ready to actually start playing again. Rant: For a gender so obsessed with good communication in relationships, why do I always find the ones who are entirely without the capacity to express themselves and articulate what they are feeling? I would ask her what was on her mind all the time, knowing full well that at least some kind of thought was rambling around up there, and was met with a blank stare and 45 minutes of silence. If you're unhappy, then you're fucking unhappy and its a problem that needs to be addressed, not bottled up and stewed upon until you finally break down blubbering for a half hour and it's far too late to do anything about it. Final Rant: After 9 months, I at least deserved to be told to my face, not over the phone. That is a pretty cowardly and disrespectful way to end our relationship, and I told her so. If she had, we may have been able to salvage a friendship but I am fuming about the lack of respect and don't know how we could possibly make that transition now.
Rant/Rave: The girlfriends baggage has reached an all time high. I'm sick of it all and this || close to ending it. If you must know: Spoiler 1. Her parents are the worst people I've ever met. 2. They hate me and I hate them. 3. They restrict their own daughter to being home by midnight...for a 21 yo. 4. All we ever talk about are: a. her shitty job, b. her parent's mom's friend's down syndrome daughter who her parents and not the childs' parents take care of, c. her friends from work. 5. Constant complaining about: a. her shitty job and doing very little to find a new one, b. her lack of money from said shitty job, c. her inability to move out of her parents house to her real dad's house because her mom would be a nervous wreck, d. how much her parents don't care about her and hate her (yes these are contradictory, but she has some mentally ill parents) 7. And just today she got into a car accident, T-boned a mom in her neighborhood. I'm not gonna even suggest that she was texting and driving because I know she was. This all means that her car is done, so she can't get to work, so she'll get fired and complain about not being able to find another job or afford another car. 8. She wants to go back to school (never finished junior college) and get some kind of degree in god knows what, but she has no motivation to do it. Why do I do this to myself??
Rant: I'm normally against sports related rants, but goddamn. Being a Bengals fan is like being a second-class citizen. My African-American friends can no longer tell me that I don't know what it's like to be them.
Rave: I became a man on Friday night. Rave: Watching Jackass 3D and enjoying some beer. My professors decided to assign everything last week and let me practically take this week off. Rave: Been given some legitimately good projects at work. I think the management might actually be recognizing my talent. Time to shine.