Rave: You assclowns can stop tweaking my balls about owning a Miata. I traded it in for a Ford Escape. I now have enough room in my vehicle to receive road head. Rant: Holy balls am I going to be poor.
RAVE: checked out an old bunker yesterday. RAVE: played with an AK-105. RANT: Odds are against me ever owning that back home. RANT: Well, Novembers, almost over, it's pretty clear I am cursed with neckbeard. RAVE: Neckbeard doesn't hold up well to a razor. December will soon be here.
RANT Alright I live on a street that connects to a street with a few schools on it, so as I'm backing out of my driveway this morning there's a few kids walking across my driveway, whatever. a few of them stop and wave for me to go ahead, so I do, and then they fucking change their minds. This wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the black ice on my driveway. So I'm sliding and turning the wheel so I don't kill a kid and slide right into a fucking bus. Images: Spoiler
Rant The first of many Christmas commercial rants. That fucking Hyundai commercial with Pomplamoose? I don't know what it is but the chick's voice gives me the fucking creeps. The guy in it is a total tool bag as well. I was trying to take a nap before the Eagles game and was haunted by this creepy Christmas carol.
Rant: I really thought I had my depression under control, and that I could see the warning signs. I didn't, turned to the drink which just amplified all the shit in my head, and made some really stupid and hurtful decisions involving my loved ones. I'm tired of this shit. Must be twenty-plus years now. I get odd moments of regret, but mostly I feel absolutely nothing. Nothing good anyway-I just feel like a shell of a man. I found this quote on Cracked of all places, which pretty much sums me up: "I know exactly how you feel. I would not consider myself suicidal per se, but I do think of disappearing. Curling up into myself and simply not being any more. I am useless to this world, nobody really likes me, etc. etc. etc. This is on top of my lack of "good" emotions; within my chest is a tight ball of negativity, heavy and black and simmering. I can only describe it as every negative emotion I have ever felt (anger, sadness, disappointment, fear, and all the others) smashed into a tiny sphere. It expands and contracts like a sickly organ, its fingers reaching up behind my shoulders and pulling the muscles tight and tense. It blurs my focus and distracts me. I want to feel something good again - happiness? Trust? Love? Comfort? I don't know. I am not so far removed that I don't remember what those things feel like, but they tempt me with their inaccessibility. I've learned to ignore it sometimes, to fake it, but there are so many times when it becomes overwhelming." A bit dramatic, maybe, but pretty much it most of the time. Fuck.
Rant: No federal pay increase for the next two years. I'm not complaining beyond this rant, though. I work with A LOT of people who are massively overpaid here, and as government workers, we've been a little late in taking our lumps for the recession thus far. It sucks, but it's not unfair.
Rant: Dear Stupid Relative, Just because you took a candid photo that I'm in during a Thanksgiving get-together doesn't mean I gave you permission to post it on your retarded Facebook page, so that before I'm even reheating leftovers, I hear commentary about it from an actual friend. WTF? Love, R-o-M
Rant: I can't have a customer sign X until someone provides me with Y. Of course that person needs X signed to provide Y. This is fucking ridiculous.
Disclaimer: The following is a rant by a lawyer, about being a lawyer. The undersigned acknowledges that no one feels sorry for him or cares. Rant: Most associates/young attorneys complain about write offs. Personally, I think write-offs are great. There are worse things. If you think I take too long, write my time off, but I need to bill the time it actually takes to complete a job. I have a billable budget that if I don't meet, I get in hot water and don't get a bonus. The thing worse than a write off is a "pre-determined time," meaning no phone call can be longer than 12 minutes of billable time (0.2), no letter can be longer than 18 minutes of time (0.3), no deposition summary can take longer than an hour, etc. This is really common with anyone who has insurance clients. One partner in particular bitched to my boss that I'm "never available." However, he'll give me stuff and say how long I should bill for it. I always end up eating time. Over the last year, I've eaten 30 to 40 hours on his cases. Which is why I'm never "available." Rave: The last project was writing an "acceptable use" policy for electronic communications. A number of provisions said the employees can't bitch about their employer. Which I'm now doing. Ha.. Rant: This is what my life has been reduced to. And now... time sheets.
Rave: I have about three weeks left until I am done student teaching. I have a great girl who seemingly fell out of the sky out of no where. I didn't shave for the whole month of November. Life is good. Rant: I haven't gotten to read any of my own books lately. This makes me sad. American Gods has been sitting in my back seat for months.
Rant: My wife's parents and brother usually go to one of my mother-in-law's aunt's house on Christmas Eve. This year, said Aunt decided not to have her annual Christmas Eve party. My Mother-in-law complained about this a lot, and hinted strongly that she'd like to be invited to my parents' Christmas Eve party. My wife asked my mom if this was okay, and my mom said it would be fine. Until today, when my mom called me to inform me that there were too many people going, and the house was too small, and they didn't want my wife's parents to come (in my mom's defense, this was my dad's decision, and he can be extremely stubborn). Only problem is that my wife has already told her parents that they were invited. Now, we have to figure out what to do. Do we tell them they're not invited anymore? Do we tell my parents to suck it up and let them come anyway? Do we boycott it and just not go ourselves? My opinion is that there is enough of a rift between my in-laws and my parents, mostly due to my mother-in-law being annoyed and upset that my family never invites her to join us in our family gatherings. Not just gatherings at my parents' house, mind you, but even family gatherings at my extended family's homes. She was even upset that they weren't offered a cursory invitation to my aunt's house for Thanksgiving (never mind that my aunt has met my mother-in-law once, and it would be really fucking weird, plus the fact that they were hosting their own Thanksgiving and hence couldn't go anyway). If we un-invite them now, it might get really ugly, and I really don't want to deal with that silly shit. I personally think my parents should suck it up, as it is only 3 more people, but my dad seems set on them not coming. This is also the only holiday where my dad has said that he wants us there, and he'd be upset if we didn't go. He has been really understanding about us spending virtually every other holiday with my in-laws, so I've always made it a point to go to my parents' house on Christmas Eve, so not going ourselves is out. Fuck. I fucking hate family drama, especially at Christmas. Can't I just fucking enjoy the holidays?
Rant: In flight wifi sucks ass. I know I shouldn't be surprised, but I was expecting something at least moderately reasonable. I mainly got it to watch netflix, but after taking 30 fucking minutes to buffer, the god damned page times out and has to restart. Fuck that. What a waste of money.
Rave: I don't own a Ford Escape. Or have ever even considered owning a miata. Rant: weather has screwed me over once more. I won't finish my last two flights until thursday it looks like, so I won't select my platform until next week instead of this week. Rave: A week off!!!