Rant: Thought I had today off as a company holiday. Turn out I do not. Rave: That's ok since I came into the office for 10:30 after a morning of hiking the pooch and making candy. Rave: Yes I said making candy. The weather was finally perfect for making hard candies that have a secret medicinal ingredient with and some spearmint flavoring. Rave: These candies are perfect for enjoying at work. Perfect.
Rant:All this shit with the back pain I was having has resulted in me losing the muscle I had built, fat. DAMMIT! Rave: I am lifting today, it's gonna hurt. That's okay, at least I have the back stuff figured out and CAN work out.
Rant: just saw a dude begging at a traffic light with a sign reading "homeless veteran." When traffic started moving, he went to the sidewalk and checked the time on his phone. Sometimes I hate people. Rave: walking past a mcdonalds, I saw a teenage-looking guy and girl wearing employee t-shirts and arguing. Girl, "don't tell me to shut up." Guy, "shut up!" Girl, "don't tell me to shut up!" Guy, "shut up!!" Girl, "I SAID, don't tell me to SHUT UP!!!" Guy, "SHUT. UPPPPP!!!!!" And all is right in the world again.
RAVE: Veterans day means no work for me today. RANT: Can't serve because of my heart condition. RAVE: Beautiful naked woman in my bed.
Rave: Oh, it's happening! Someone(s) are getting a bath and a trim today! They'll smell all nice by the end of it. Rant: Gotta bath my friggin dogs.
Rant: I have to fulfill a cost justification for my upcoming project at work that my boss stupidly quoted $45,000 in adhesives. Id be lucky to need $5,000 worth of adhesives for the project so I have to find some way to satisfactorily allocate $40,000 more. FUCK ME. Rant: Man how can anyone do procurement for a living, calling and getting quotes for stuff is annoying and boring.
I had to pick up the kids at school this afternoon because Mrs Noland is going to one of those personal clothing designers giving a show in somebody's house tonight. Now this sounds like the sort of Uptown bullshit nonsense that I spend every waking minute trying to avoid, but there is really something to be said for nice clothes on a 6 foot blond, so I'm giving this one a pass. Anyhow, when we got home the kids all parked themselves in front of the television while I got my shit together. I chased them away from the television and told them to go play in the back yard, but not before I spent a good 5 minutes watching iCarly on Nickelodeon. I'm having impure thoughts about a girl I'm not sure is even legal. Rant: That was a lot of words simply to say, "I'm a dirty old man."
Rave: This, the ban note that is, made me laugh so hard. Thank you Nettdata, its a shame I couldnt see what he typed, but it sure did improve my otherwise shitty day, which is why this is a rave. Time to cook dinner and drink a beer and relax.
RAVE: All that time to make multiple accounts, new email addresses, change IP's, and spam a bunch of topics, only to be erased completely and banned in 3 mouse clicks. Oh the rage, the self-induced emasculation, it makes me giggle like a little school girl, while sipping on a nice Aussie Shiraz. RANT: Didn't really come back to my folks place equipped to attend a funeral.
Rant: I confronted one of my best friends of seven years about his awkward behavior toward me, asking him why he has been blowing me off and ignoring me for the past two months. His response was that he is busy chasing ass, and can't have me around when that happens (which is bullshit because for the last seven years it hasn't been an issue). This means that he has been purposefully excluding me from a lot of really fun stuff, pretty much telling our other friends not to call me. Rant: He bought tickets for the both of us to go see Louis CK a month ago and I was so excited that I bought him dinner and gave him a bunch of painkillers to pay him back. I was psyched to go, but then I hadn't heard from him and the show was this weekend. I found out yesterday he wouldn't tell me definite plans because he was waiting to see if another friend would be able to go. Other friend can go, so he gave him my ticket. Best part? He wasn't even planning to tell me. I had to drag it out of him. Rant: I hate when good friends turn into assholes and end the friendship because you don't want to date them.
Rave: 4 weeks Italy and 1 in Portugal treated me well and it was without doubt my best holliday to date. Rant: More man returned than departed, there is a definate veranda over the toolshop. 5 weeks of boozing, pizza, pasta and pannini have left their mark. Its going to take at least month just to take the edge off and get back to normal.
Rant: My girlfriend's panic attacks have returned. Last Friday she came home early from work with a severe panic-attack, and she's been having tough days ever since. The mornings are the worst time, and then (once medicated) things get progressively better over the course of a day. The doctors have increased her dosage of medicine, and hopefully the increased dose can help make mornings easier sooner than later. Two summers ago, she suffered from severe anxiety, depression and panic attacks and to say that it was a tough summer would be a tremendous understatement. She was a complete shadow of her true-self, and was barely able to function. She didn't work, she didn't laugh and she became increasingly paranoid. She spoke of an "out of body" experience where she felt like she was constantly living in a dream, and had trouble determining what was real. Thankfully she found some proper medicine and got things straightened out. She had gone 14 months without a single attack and now that it's back she is devastated and so am I. Luckily this time around she is able to work. She understands her condition more and is often able to calm herself down a little bit. She also has two friends that battle the same condition, so at least she has an outlet. But it's still incredibly difficult for her and for me. I'm constantly concerned and worried about her. Even right now I'm wondering whether she'll wake up with a panic-attack this morning. It's an incredibly stressful feeling and I hate it. I keep telling her (and myself for that matter) that she's beaten this before, and that she will again with time. It's a struggle for me, because the dynamic of our relationship changes entirely when these panic attacks and feelings of anxiety occur. There's no laughter, there's no affection, and I feel more like a babysitter than a boyfriend. I hope this doesn't sound selfish, but it sucks knowing that if I have a bad day, she can't really comfort me because she's constantly dealing with her own struggles. Rave: The only silver-lining that I can find in this situation is the fact that watching her deal with this only re-affirms how deeply I care for her. You know the situation - Where you would gladly endure any amount of pain or hardship just so that he/she wouldn't have to? I know that there are board members who have dealt and are dealing with similar situations, and any advice or insight that you could provide would be greatly appreciated.
Rave: So my Freemasons petition was officially accepted last night. I'll be doing my apprenticeship in a few weeks. Sweet! Rave: Finally got to a point this morning where I don't give a fuck about the small shit in life. Things are so much easier when all you do is laugh all day.
Rave: My legal research professor is taking the class out for drinks today. Rant: But first I have to sit through a sinfully boring torts class for 2 hours.