Rave: Two of my fingernails are shredded, two others are cracked. I've got bruises on every limb, my arms and legs are sore, and I think I sprained my ankle pretty good. Why is this a rave? I hiked, climbed, caved, offroaded, and mountain biked for 12+ hours a day during my trip to AZ. Best vacation in a long time. Rant: US Airways red-eye from Phoenix to Boston. Rave: Headed home to the best welcoming on earth... 115lbs of puppy excitement.
Rave: Had a blast at my friend's wedding on Saturday night. Amazing food, free drinks (top shelf), and at one of the best venues in the state. The guy who got married is a member at White Bear Yacht Club and his father is quite wealthy. No expense was spared. I've never seen so many waiters/waitresses/bartenders. Any time you were empty there was someone in black and white instantly taking your next order. However, the two best parts: his dad dancing in the middle of a circle on the floor (his dad is 55-60) and the following picture. Yes, I'm fucking classy.* Spoiler Yes, drinking beer from a sippy cup.
Rave: Scored an interview with the sales and marketing VPs of a rapidly growing local business on Thursday. Rant: I think this is the first serious interview I've ever had. Every job I've had was due to me knowing someone in the company and making my way in through them... now I'm paving my own way.
Rave: Mitsubishi City Chase, June 25th Bigger Rave: Warrior Dash, July 9th Biggest Rave: Beerfest, August 6th Best (!) summer (!) ever (!).
Rave: Last night was the best sports night, and I'll remember it forever. After the game we walked to a different bar from the one our group had been camped out at since about 4 pm. Everyone was high fiving, yelling, and honking in celebration. Strangers were buying each other shots. People were climbing trees and doing the Jason Terry "jet" in the middle of McKinney Ave. It was so much fun and ended at my favorite diner for breakfast. I wish I had taken more pics, but my phone died. Wah waaaah.
Rave: Finding out that people here also do the warrior dash. Mine is June 25th! Also, I interviewed and did a guest lecture to become a night paralegal certification teacher and just found out that they liked me and are sending me to the Dept. of Education for final approval.
rant: from one of the best weekends of my life, and one of the biggest general winning streaks of my life, to a snotty breakdown in less than an hour. If I was actively trying to sabotage myself, I still don't think id be able to Fuck myself this effectively.
Rant- It's free refills, why do you insist on topping off your soda multiple times while people are behind you? I know it's extra work to walk back between gorgings, but in the long run you might stave off the diabeetus for a few years.
Rave: Putting in my two weeks notice at work tomorrow. Rave: Found a perfect apartment from across the country. Nice and close to both school and the dude. Rave: Coach sandals. Half-price. Awwww, yeah. Everything's coming up Milhouse!
Rave: Three room mates. Two are spineless pussies, one is a complete bitch who lays down the rules of the house but doesn't follow them. I've played the nice guy role for far too long-I'm out, and I'm quite happy to leave you all to your shitty existence. Rant: Falling for someone, and realising that they're just playing you. Rave: Fuck her-she can wallow in her own pointless drama. An unwashed spoon is not a valid reason to bitch out the entire house, and then not talk to us for days. Cunt rag.
Rave: Got full time at job #2. Will soon be working a normal 8:30 to 5 like a normal person. Rant: The wife didn't like that I emailed my 2 weeks notice. WHAT THE FUUUUUCK. You know my hours, why does it matter? So, when I got to work at 11:50pm, while everyone is at home sleeping, I should have called and told them? She fucking brought it up again on Sunday. Christ, let me call Doc Brown so I can go back in time and call at 6pm when I was sharing the news with my folks or spending my 1 hour awake at home with you! I would still like to work once in a great while for them. I told her I would call today and did. For them was no big deal. I've have nothing esle to get from this job, only a little extra cash. They've acted like I was lucky to be there and did nothing to help my development even after I made efforts to do so. They're damn lucky they got 2 weeks. I could've had 8 hours of sleep all week, but nooooo I'm a team player. Rant: Won't be on TiB in the wee hours of the night. I'll have to be on supper.
RAVE: I'm not quite sure what the fuck you guys have been up to lately, but you clearly made someone's shit list in Turkey: I don't speak a word of Turkish, but I'm willing to venture that TiB is TiB across the board. courtesy of BBC in this article here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-13762626
Rant: Came home from my first day back to work after almost two weeks and decided to have a drink... Which turned into way too many while watching the Bruins dominate the Canucks. Holy fuckballs Batman, I am ridiculously hung over right now. My left eye won't stay open, and it feels like someone curb stomped my head American History X style right now. Rave: Onion bagel with cream cheese for breakfast to hopefully sop up whatever alcohol is left in my stomach. Rant: I'm definitely still drunk and it took many backspaces for me to type out this R&R post.
Rant: Last week a storm blew over the trash so the trash collectors did not empty it. This week I was late in bringing it out. Same result. So now I have 2 weeks of trash and am not sure what the fuck I'll do with this week's trash. Guess I have to make a trip to a dumpster somewhere.
RAVE: She came over last night and got a piece of ass. RANT: She still doesn't know what exactly she wants.
Rave: I finally got to play with a pair of DD's. Rave: They were my friend's cousins'. She is batshit crazy (according to the stories I've heard), but she lives in Illinois and is flying out today so I took the risk and it definitely paid off. She gives a fantastic blowjob. Crazy girls always do. Rant: Had a party due to my friend leaving last night, took out the handle of Bacardi Gold and now two people are missing and I'm at work so hungover I can barely type. There is this clicking coming from the lab and it really hurts my head. I sit here and keep cringing every time I here it.
Rant: things aren't going so well with the wife. We don't seem to make each other happy, despite being a textbook perfect match. It fucking breaks my heart, I love her like a madman. What a shitty day.