RANT: Today is one of the bad days where I can't get her out of my head. RAVE: Hopefully leaving work at 11:00 and going to a movie this afternoon will help. RANT: The weather is looking shitty out.
Rant This new job I started last week has drained every ounce of energy and lifelessness from me. Fuck manual labor for real, I've realized I'm never going to be happy toiling away doing this kind of shit work. Need to find something else, but I'm scared to let this go before I find a new job. Rave Getting the girl to be more freaky in bed has been going good. The nail scratch marks are a good sign I would think. Rave Ticket is booked for one of my best Air Force friend's wedding on the 25th. Should be good times. Rave Summer is finally here.
Rant: My boss is a douche. Motherfucker has NEVER, EVER been on time for any meeting I've ever had to drag him to. Once again he's fucked me. Had a nice local meeting planned for 11AM and it's now 11:15 and I'm on my couch waiting for a text or call from him to tell me he's on his way. Rave: Luckily the customer is super understanding and told me to come in whenever we want today. Still, I'd rather get this out of the way so I can get on with my day.
Rant: Fucking hell. I'm getting invoices from shit that's several months old. Shit I'm pretty sure we paid. And I can't verify anything because NO ONE WILL ANSWER THE GODDAMN PHONE. Bigger RANT: Fuck you you fucking cunt. That is one of the most selfless, loving, honest, GOOD people I've ever known and you shit on him every chance you get. The fucking guilt trip bullshit is getting old. And the craw in my ass is that I can't do a goddamn thing to stop it.
Rant: My buddy and I had to go running around for half an hour because he couldn't find his scope cover for his rifle. He did the logical thing - when everyone was together, he addressed everyone. "Hey, did anyone pick up a scope cover?" No answer. We went to the armory to turn in our rifles, and he couldn't turn it in because he's still missing it. So he asks again. "Anyone pick up a scope cover?" No answer. So my buddy gets pissed and starts going up to people and asking them to empty their pockets. He ends up going to this little shady guy who's giving him raccoon eyes. "Did you pick up a scope cover?" "Naw dude I don't have it." "Can you check your pockets?" "I don't have it." "Just check your pockets." "Who the fuck are you?" Staff sergeant comes over, asks what the problem is. I explain what's going on, staff sergeant says "If you don't have it, then empty your pockets." Lo and behold... Guy's a fucking SERGEANT, and he's acting like a 16-year-old shoplifter. Nothing happened, though. I guess once you reach a certain rank you can act like a scumbag and get away with it.
RAVE: Off to happy hour and the serious abuse of a newly discovered drink: cucumber vodka, splash of St. Germain, fresh lemon and lime juice, mint and simple syrup. It's refreshing as it is delicious. RANT: Getting it in tonight since the rest of my weekend will be spent tackling this monster. I love my job but Jesus, sometimes I wish I had a traditional 9-5 and not have to ever work/give a shit after hours or on weekends. RAVE: Man is away at a bachelor party weekend, so I get the house to myself and won't be (too) tempted to drink instead of work. There's something to be said for a quiet house, a fabulous dog, excellent weather, and just solitude. Awesome.
Rave: I don't have much to complain about except for... Rant: Had an extremely stiff neck from the gym earlier this week. Haven't been able to work out all week. Rave: Going back today and doing some squats. Rave: The lab I work at expects little to nothing from me since I'm an undergraduate and everyone else is post-docs and research professors/grad students. Today after I finished my work I got to watch the last set of the French Open on the clock because the PI wanted to know the score every 2 minutes. 14 bucks for watching tennis? That's a job I can do. Rave: If I do well by the end of the summer I'll be writing a paper on multiple beam radiation therapy and how it can help with age-related macular degeneration. I'm off to read some more papers. If this doesn't get me to grad school then I don't know what will.
Rant in the form of a question: If your son loses his Nintendo DS that you bought him while he is at his mom's house, shouldn't she be at least partially responsible for replacing it? It can't be just "Gone....what do you want me to do about it?" (For what it's worth, it's not about the money. And she asked to let him bring it so she could drag him around after school.)
Rant: Came back from a rough BJJ sparring, I'm smashed Rave: Ate two pounds of t-bone steak cooked in bacon fat as a post-workout meal. Muscle glycogen is gay.
Rant/Rave: It was my birthday on Thursday, blew off work and went charter fishing with some folks from the office. Left and 7, got back at 430 and didn't catch shit. Rave: The weather over the last three days has been out of this world. Rant/Rave: I'm taking my wife to go see Kenny Chesney today, could be fun, could be an unmitigated disaster. Rant: I hate giving Dan Snyder money (ie FedEx Field and Parking) Rant/Rave: Shit I've got a lot going on for the next two months both at work and socially; my soul hurts.
Rant: powerful storm just ripped through. Power is out all over the county, and my wife is losing her proverbial shit over the thought of the food in our freezer going bad. Personally, I don't care. We can get new frozen veggies and chicken and the like. I'm more annoyed at how hot and muggy it is getting in the house. Rave: No tornados. Rant: Lots of downed branches and powerlines. Even my cell service was out until about 5 minutes ago, and the damage is such that I'm not expecting power back until morning.
Rant: 4 hours of yard work in 95 degree heat and not a single blade of grass was cut. Rave: Jumping in the pool afterwards. Rant: still have front and back lawns to mow tomorrow.
Rave: Hiking in my new Vibram shoes. I look weird as shit, but my feet feel amaaazing. Nothing like squishing your toes in mud and jumping in the river whenever you want. Love them.
Rave: Jesus. I poured a glass of wine to settle in for overtime and Burrows ended the game before I could even take a sip. 2 more wins, boys. 2 more fucking wins!
Rant: I take back the above rave. Apparently there was some tornado action outside town and more to the south and east of us. My wife's church is about 5 miles away, and they suspect the reason it now has an involuntary skylight (aka a giant fucking hole in the ceiling/roof) is due to a tornado. 35,000 without power in my county and neighboring counties. Luckily, I've heard no talk of any deaths yet (knock on wood), but a fuckton of downed power lines. We've been without power for about 5 hours now, making this the longest power outage in this town since a blizzard knocked it out for about four days in 1998. Rave: no big trees in my fairly new subdivision, so our streets are clean. Plus, even though the 3G has been kind of sketchy, we do have some contact with the outside world again. Fuck it, I'm going to bed. I'm just waiting for all of our lights to kick on at once at 3 AM and wake me up.
Rant: I'm going to preface this with some facts about my house. One of my housemates, "ole Greg" as we affectionately refer to him, is a bit of a drunken asshole, but a nice guy sober. One of my other housemates (6 person duplex, so 3 of each side) that lives with him has taken to getting mad at "ole Greg" for things that don't really matter. So today me, my friend, and a couple others are walking to a pregame at a friends house before they go to bars (2 more long fucking months before I can) and my friend spent at least 8 minutes (I checked my watch) bitching about how "ole Greg" had people over that he didn't know, and that they couldn't stay there when he went to bars. He went on and on until I finally just rolled my eyes and looked away. He saw this and got extremely pissed. He went on to say the following "What the fuck dude? You are a fucking asshole. Fuck you, you never support me against Greg...You're a huge asshole." This was out of nowhere and everyone else was as taken back as I was. Not wanting it to go any further I just walked away and headed back for the night, not wanting to deal with bullshit like that. I know he won't apologize so I'm going to have to apologize tomorrow for "rolling my eyes" and being a genuine "asshole". What a thundercunt.
The shittiest part about growing up is when you realize what you thought were your true best friends really aren't. Its worse when it's someone in your family.
Rave: Holy shit that Kenny Chesney concert was off the hook. I stand corrected. Rant: Holy shit that Kenny Chesney concert was expensive. Tickets: $250 Parking: $50 Beers: $200. Fuck me.
Rave: Another successful weekend on the boat, especially since it was last minute. My buddies bachelor party went off without a hitch. Rant: Spent entirely too much money at the strip club. I distinctly remember going to the ATM two different times, and at least one of those times was for $200. Add that to me paying for everyone's dinner, my part of the hotel and boat, and all the drinks I bought myself, makes for an incredibly expensive weekend. Rave: I met a really cool, cute girl while we were on the boat, and we hung out a bit today too. Could see it going somewhere.