RANT! Bosses that are inept. Why the fuck is it that I'm doing your job and mine and you spend the majority of your time being a giant fucking pussy? Everyone here knows you're a giant pussy. All that sucking up you're doing to your boss? Its worthless because he has a little journal that he keeps on his system of your ineptness and is building a paper trail to fire your monkey ass after the holidays. Merry Christmas motherfucker. Rave 3 weeks until my Visa gets here. Fuck you America, I'm out this bitch. England, here I fucking come. Hide your daughters, hide your wives, hide your mothers and hide your butt holes.
Rave: Talked to the head of the Oracle team, looks like thats where I'll be at the end of December Rant: Oracle is one of the Evil Empires of IT Rave: High pay anyway. Unrelated Rant: Need to talk to the girlfriend this weekend about where our relationship is actually headed.
Rant: Never having anal sex again. Ever. That myth about black guys? He held that myth up with a massive schlong that may have done permanent damage. Rant: I have a desk job that requires me to sit in one place. All. Day. Long.
Rant: Had to happen sometime. The first: "When will the Jägers be having kids?" Sure it was at a baby shower, but still. Give us a chance.
Rant: Bombed a quiz this morning. Made plenty of dumbass mistakes on last week's midterm that I got back. Need to bust my ass and keep no lower than an A- to get my GPA started off on the right foot for grad school. Rave: No class Thursday.
Rant: So the "missile" that was launched off the coast of California was just a jet flying over. Awesome. Way to go media outlets. I love the way they were reporting it as fact "this missile" this and "the missile" that. All that investigative reporting, and their evidence that it was a missle at all was because it had what appeared to be a plume created by a "launch" behind it. And these people wonder why the public is increasingly skeptical about where they get their "news."
RAVE GRAPHICS CARD IS FINALLY HERE I CAN TURN ON MY DESKTOP AFTER A MONTH OF NOT BEING ABLE TO USE IT I AM SO HARD RIGHT NOW
RANT: Oh my fucking God if I never hear another woman ululate again it will be too soon. It is 2:39 am, shut the fuck up and celebrate your pathetic lives some other way. I suggest in the bathroom with the battery operated friend of your choosing. Fuck Egypt.
Rant: Leave it to my town to arrest Wiz Khalifa for marijuana possession. No wonder we can never get big acts to come here. That's like arresting Dane Cook for being unfunny. Yes, we know he's going to do it, so just learn to look past it.
Rave: Just bottled 3 cases of double oatmeal stout and grilled up 4 pounds of steak and some asparagus... WHO RULES BARTERTOWN!? Rant: Can't drink the beer for another couple weeks. Rant: Felt kind of guilty grilling up all that steak on a farm with a field of cows looking at me while I did it. Rant/Rave?: Asparagus piss.
Rave: My mom's 5-month old german shepard is adorable. Her name is Elkie and when I got to my mom's house Elkie got really excited and put her paws up on my chest and started slobbering all over my face. I then got to chase her around the pool, which she loved. Rant: Unfortunately I realized why I can never own a dog. Elkie is still learning how to be a good puppy and has to go into a gated-off part of the house when she's inside otherwise she'll wreck anything she can get her mouth on. Of course, one thing she has learned is how to make the sad puppy-dog face and whimper in order to get her way, which if my mom wasn't there I would've totally fallen for because I'm such a softie and let her run around the house. I also felt bad when she was outside in her kennel, because I hate when animals (well, cats and dogs) are locked up in cages. Yeah, there's no way I'd ever be able to be as firm as would be necessary with a puppy.
RAVE: Deer hunting. RANT: Every time I see my dad he seems to get crazier with his religion. A news story about gays in the military came on the radio and we had this conversation: HIM: What do you think about that? ME: Let them in. I think it's ridiculous that this is even an issue anymore. HIM: I don't know what to think. I mean, it's a sin but we let thieves serve in the military. ME: Ahhh, that's some interesting logic. These people are born that way, it's not like they can just not be gay. HIM: I think that some people have tendencies, but we all have tendencies to sin. Some people have tendencies to molest children. Some people have tendencies to be gay. ME: Wait, so being gay is the same as molesting children? HIM: Well maybe not the same, but they're both sins in God's eyes and it shouldn't happen. It says so in the bible. ME: The bible says a lot of things. Like we should stone disobedient children, stay away from menstruating women and men having long hair is an abomination. HIM: Yeah, but that was the old law. ME: So God changes his mind on what is right and wrong? Like really drastic changes? HIM: *Some bullshit that made no sense at all and I cannot remember* ME: We better talk about something else. I love the guy, and he's pretty cool when he's not spouting religious bullshit, but holy shit that bugs me. And he's blatantly told me that I'm not saved and am going to hell when I said that maybe the whole creation thing might not be entirely true. Can't wait for Christmas.
Rave: Lexapro seems to be doing it's job. Rant: My new job has left me in a couple situations where it might make sense to have a concealed carry license (probably not, I am probably just over thinking it). Unfortunately, that is apparently a no go for people in this state who were suicidal. Not sure if this could be worked around or not. Suicide aside I am probably too stupid to have a firearm anyway. I can't even do laundry without fucking up. Rant: A month in this new town and the loneliness is starting to kick in. I just saw that I am over 200 posts here and realize that I have had too little real world contact in the past month. Problem is I have no idea how to go about making friends with cool, like-minded people where I am. Rave: Still not desperate enough to seek out the number 1 social activity in this town. Church. I don't have a problem pretending, but I find it hard to make meaningful connections with people who are seriously into it. Rave: No qualms about drinking by myself.
Rave: Kids down the road have a sweet mini quarter pipe setup in their driveway. Gave it a quick rip while I was walking the dog this afternoon and yep, I've still got it. A little frontside noseslide and a little nollie lip slide and I was out. Still got it. Rant: I pulled my boards out of storage and will probably kill myself if/when I skate again.