Rant: Goddamn I need to find a job and a career, something that can lead to a house, a full time job, benefits, and insurance coverage. If I had my own place tonight, a good girl friend of mine would have come over tonight and things would have escalated to where I wanted them to, as it is it cant happen purely because of both of our living arrangements. I hate life.....
Rant/rave: Last race of the season. Good luck to Webber, he's going to need all the luck he can get to bring home the championship.
Rant? Rave? Today is my 12th anniversary. Supposedly I'll actually be getting laid tonight! It's a red-letter day! Woo-hoo!
Rant: I would like to fast-forward to approximately 6 weeks from now. That will be when the clusterfuck that is my school/work life settles down. WTF? I went into Gilly Hicks yesterday and "Happy Holidays" was playing. It's ridiculous considering that Thanksgiving is over a week away. Rant: I officially suck at life because I secretly love it. As long as the music is pre-1970. That's when things got really, really shitty. What's wrong with me? Am I really a support hose-wearing 70 year old woman with pockets full of peppermints? Screw it. Put on some Dean Martin/Frank/Bing Crosby/Charlie Brown Christmas and you'll feel approximately 20-25% of your stress melting away.
Rant: Second post here today... I think. Rant/Rave/Dont' even fucking know: Finally went down to the police station and gave the receptionist a piece of my mind. I still have to fucking go back tomorrow morning at 7 am. to file a report. Of course she was basically the goddamn wet nurse to the guy I'm trying to file against. Justice will be mine. Rant: Can't imagine being shitfaced for the 4th out of 5 days will be very conducive to my diet. Rave: Didn't pay for a drink all day. Rave/Rant: There are people out there suffering pretty hard, and comparatively my life is blowjobs and roses, so at least I can catch 5-6 hours of sleep knowing that. Rant: Wish my life was actually blowjobs and roses. As it stands its more like booze and debt.
RAVE: Best drill ever! My office got a guy to eat a habanero for $10. My Chief chewed my boss' ass but when she tried to tell us it was wrong she could keep a straight face. Guy was hovering over a trash can spitting and almost puking in it.
Rave: Awesome weekend with the old frat brothers. I was drunk enough that the place we were holding the formal at cut me off, yet still somehow managed to convince one of the bartenders to continue slipping me free drinks. Rant: Had a chance to hook up this weekend (twice in one night), but decided to pass on both because they weren't attractive enough. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not exactly a knock out 10. There's nothing bad about having some drunken sex with a decent, average looking girl. You know your game needs work when a chick is grinding all over you on the dance floor and you walk off to try to smooth talk the bar tender into giving you more drinks. Rave: My friend whose apartment I was staying at left to another town to work the rest of the weekend, and after my car was completely snowed in the immigrant roommates insisted on cooking me lunch/dinner while I was worried about digging my car out because I had only brought my expensive business shoes. Even when you feel like you're poor, it's nice to see how friendly people who have less than you can be. Sure, I'm not getting everything I want at once, but life can pretty damn good when you let all that stress go. Rave: Florida in a couple weeks. This is the perfect time of year down there. All the touristy spots aren't busy, and the temperature hovers right around 75.
Rave: Bought a pristine Droid Eris w/ extras for $120, through craigslist. Rave: Sold my old POS Samsung Rogue for $140, through craigslist. WAY better phone + profit. I win.
Rave: Saw Cesar Millan live tonight! He put on a fantastic show. Rant: I cannot find my small dog's walking collar. Cannot. Find it. Anywhere. I can find the big one, but not the little one. WTF? They are always kept together. Please, Universe, if you are listening, let me dream tonight about where that stupid fucking collar is so that I can walk them tomorrow morning.
Rant: Vikings lost. Rave: Doesn't matter, since I absolutely don't give a flying fuck about professional sports. I have so much more time to give a fuck about other things that actually matter. It's awesome.
Rave: Working for a company in the field I want to get into (electrician). Rant: Dont know where it's going to lead to. I want to become an apprentice but the owner wants to hire a 3rd or 4th year to run jobs, which will totally defeat the purpose of me working there. Just going to have to see where this goes. If it dosent work out Im going to be going back to college. For what, I have no clue.
RANT: I remember when being an engineer meant having some creativity. (Jack Ridley, anyone? A stick of Beeman's?)
Rave: Awesome weekend with The Girlfriend. Aside from going over to my Dad's house for dinner and so that she could meet my Dad and Step-mom (and awesome filets), we laid in bed all weekend and watched my Lost blurays, ate pizza and ben and ice cream and had the occasional break for sex. I feel pretty great for a Monday.
RAVE: On the train to Toronto to rip it up a bit for the week. Business class has free drinks. Bar cart girl is hammered. Dropping and spilling shit like crazy. Just spilled out of her shirt while serving me even. "Guess I'm losing my job today, eh? hahahaha!". Hilarious. RANT: Her personal boob spillage was not a good thing.