Rave: Got $61 in my pocket from selling books back, turning 21 in 4 and a half hours, celebrating tonight and tomorrow, and leaving on a week long trip to Steamboat Springs on Sunday. Good times.
Rant: My car broke down on the way to work this morning. It was only about 2 minutes from my house. Thinking it's the gear box. Rant: My dad had to drive 40 minutes to pick me up and help me out because my boyfriend's boss wouldn't let him leave work to help me. My car is now parked in the parking lot of the local hospital's outpatient cancer treatment centre with a note attached to it that we will tow it home later. Rave: My boyfriend is a mechanic so it's only going to cost around $300 for a new gear box and he will fix it this weekend!! (Love you baby) Rant: I just ruined his weekend...and it's going to be stinking hot.
Rant: One of my dogs died today. He's been on medicine for Congestive Heart Failure and apparently his organs had begun to fail. He was my Nana's dog, and we took him in when she died in September last year. He was a good dog, if a bit of a klutz and slightly clueless. Hell, he listened to me more then my other dog that was supposed to be mine. My folks buried him in the backyard today. I'm going home on Tuesday. I kinda knew he was close to the end when I saw him at Thanksgiving. I kinda wished he would have made it through Christmas, but at least he's not struggling anymore. R.I.P. BJ
RAVE: Drunk motherfuckers, drunk. you know wh9y? Because I can. That's fucking why. Enjoy it while you can you 20 something motherfuckers. Enjoye it while you can. To the poster above me. That really sucks about yer dog man. really sucks. Dogs rock.
Rant: have to replace this fucking gearbox Rave: right now drunk as a motherfucker Rant: have to get up early tomorrow and first drive like 45 mins to pick up new gearbox, then come home and try to get it all replaced by tomorrow afternoon
I'm taking a vacation day in order to travel to Memphis... AND WATCH UFC 107! Oddly enough I hate everyone in a tapout/ affliction shirt, so this will be as much fun as it is hellish. It amazes me how much I can hate something and love something so much at the same time. Beale St. will be my bitch.
Rant: I just put my phone through the fucking washing machine. It doesn't want to turn on for some reason...
Rave: Vacation was awesome. Virgin Gorda was a blast and Jost Van Dyke was tons of fun too. Highly recommend either if you're looking to relax and not be run over by hoards of cruise ship passengers. Rant: Back to work. Rave: Business is picking up quickly as the end of the year approaches. Cautiously optimistic that sales levels will return to normal in 2010. Rave: A bunch of mountains open this weekend. Is it bad form to take another vacation so soon?
Rant: I think Marcus (the midget from Bad Santa) sums it up best with this: Just in time for the holidays!
Rant: If you want to know who the smart person in a group is, look at something and exclaim "This shit looks like it was designed by a committee!" The person who laughs will generally be cool and offer good ideas. That being said- My God in heaven who thought that building a simple dog ramp designed for a dog to get in and out of a duck blind would be such a damn ordeal? I have gathered all of the materials, sought expert opinon (dog trainers and hunting guides), and done everything that I can do to make this work. Yet somehow, people still think that they need to tell me how to do things differently like let the dog climb a vertical ladder... out of frigid water, carrying a duck, soaking wet, or to make the ramp about 9" wide, or make it out of non weather-resistant materials, or to use different hinges, fewer screws, etc. etc. etc. Let's keep in mind that these fucks are about 1.5 hours away from the hunting camp. I am 3 hours away. Double Rant: Who in their right mind loves to hunt waterfowl, but refuses to get up early enough to set things up properly? As it stands right now, I'll be up between 3:30 and 4:00 in hopes of setting this ramp up while these fucksticks lay around until 5:00 because "I just can't get up before 5:00." You know what gets up before five? Ducks, and this guy. That's who.
MAJOR RAVE: After 2 1/2 years, I am finished. I quit my job to go back to school and become a teacher and today was my last day of student teaching. I loved every second of the past 2 1/2 years. I finally love what I am doing. I cannot wait to get my own classroom. Now to the beers I just purchased!
I think I know what this drunk man is talking about. RANT: For fuck's sake, I am 22 years old. Why can't I hold my booze? Granted, I rarely drink now due to school and work, but COME ON. I started the night off with a 22 oz delirium tremens, followed by 2 goose island 312s, 2 sam adams winter ale, and 3 PBRs with 3 shots of jameson in the mix. I ralphed when I got to my girlfriend's place after the bars, and I am still hung over cock sucking 14 hours later. RAVE/RANT: Today is my girl's company Christmas party. Free food and booze. Too bad I feel like a pile of assholes, and won't get to black out like I usually do at open bars for fear of puking on my fucking $40 tie from express. Fuck those guys. They must be making a killing on every piece of clothing. I'm getting my ties at Marshall's from now on, maybe even thrift stores. RAVE: Going snowboarding next week for the first time this season. Absofuckinglutely cannot wait.
Rant How the fuck does Jeff Dunham have a following? I watched his whole 1/2 hour special and didn't laugh once. I can appreciate other forms of humor, but I didn't even recognize a punchline.
RAVE: Went knuckle deep in a pretty lady cop last night in a dingy houseparty bathroom. Classy enough for you TiB?