Fuck all of you, you don't have it as bad as we do here. I woke up this morning to THIS: It is fucking MAY. No way should there be snowstorms in May! It was 22*C and sunny on Friday, and now this. This is fucking bullshit.
RANT: Epinephrine inhalers are a poor substitute for albuterol. RANT: My hands are raw. Lately I've been having some trouble with them drying out; lotion hasn't been enough, and now there are places on my fingers where the skin has cracked open. On top of this, I can't stop myself from itching in my sleep, so I'm now trying to ignore itchy bumps from my elbows to my fingertips. I spent the entire night tossing and turning, semi-conscious, struggling to breathe and trying not to fillet my hands. I couldn't smoke, and I had some fucked up dreams. I am NOT a happy person today.
Rave! Had the best night sleep ever last night! Perfect combination of coolness from my window being open, pillows all around and all the fresh air made for a perfect sleep. Rave: Bacon-wrapped filet's today for lunch with asparagus! Taking a piss is going to smell awful for the next little while! Rave: The Preds beat the Canucks in double OT! Fuck you, Choke-ongo!
Rant: So I was invited to a Brazilian steak house last night for an event for my friend's law school. That by itself is not a rant. I love Brazilian steak houses. So I asked her, "Hey, is this formal in any way? Should I dress nicely for it? I know mentioned something about handing out awards so I'm not sure what to wear." "Don't worry about it. Its just a dinner. I'm wearing a sun dress so you should just wear khakis and a polo." "Umm, ok. I just don't want to be underdressed and look like a jerk." "You will be fine." "Okay, see ya in a bit." I wore a nice pair of khakis and casual button down shirt. Every single male human being there was in full suit with a tie. I was the only asshole dressed like I was going to the Outback. She failed to understand the problem.
??: There's a stray cat that comes to my kitchen window and meows until I let it in. So I let it in and it usually wants to leave within a couple minutes. It's now been sleeping under my bed for the last two hours. How do I get it to leave?? Cats are sneaky little fuckers. I don't want it to claw me to death in my sleep.
Rave: Obama making a surprise speech at 10:30 supposedly related to national security. Here's hoping it's related to either First Contact or a zombie apocalypse. Get ready, people.
RAVE: RAVE: Watching TV at about 10:15 and they break in saying there will be a major announcement from the White House at 10:30. About 10:40 my girlfriend remarks that it's been ten minutes already and the first thing I could say was "Well, the president IS black."
RAVE: It's about Osama bin Laden being as dead as a doornail. Rant: That fucker's a wily one, I feel the need to see the body for confirmation.
Rant: The people I work with are mind numbingly stupid "Hey Ash, who are you voting for today?" "Well I voted last week but-" "Wait you mean you're not voting today?" ".. yes, I voted in the advanced polls a week ago" "Wow, way to be unpatriotic. You're young, you should be making your voice heard"
Rave: America, Fuck yeah! Less than 10 years (by a fucking whisker) to kill a single elderly seven foot tall man on dialysis. Woo. Rave: Over the last couple of months, I've had a number of weekends that just defy description. Even for me - surreal and unbelievable plotline for a porno movie description defying. Next weekend is shaping up to be notably awesome. Rant: I would be the first to call bullshit if a wealthy, good looking and socially comfortable guy described these events as true stories. I'm a fat bald guy with Aspergers and money problems, who lives with his ex and can't get his wedding ring off. I kind of want to blog some of these stories, but without pictures and witness statements - I can't figure out how to write them as plausible true events.
Rant: I am getting fucking fat. Last few years I've been a little chubby, and last summer I actually was good about eating decently well and being active and lost some weight, but right now I feel like shit. And I just ate McDonald's for lunch which makes me feel even worse. It's not like I'm getting fat and don't know why, I have a terrible diet and I sit at a desk all day. I just can't find the motivation to get my fat ass up and doing something. Obviously there are things like health issues but those are all long term, non-immediate and don't really work when I've been at work all day and I just want to go home and play some video games. Rant/Rave?: Another thing that isn't helping me to be motivated is that even though I know I'm getting fat, I still have very high self esteem and confidence. That, combined with the fact that I usually dress pretty well, means that even though I'm getting fat I can still usually look in the mirror and like what I see. So, Rave for positive self image, Rant for not helping to motivate me at all.