Rave: Sister in law and her husband their 2 kids are out visiting. Rave: Sister in law and my wife look a lot alike. She is also about 7 years older, so I know that should pushing Jägerette down the stairs not work, she will still snap back.
Huge super mega happy rave time: I had really been worried that I had herpes from a hookup around a month ago, in which I stupidly drunkenly inserted for 1 thrust, realized what I was doing and told her we couldn't have sex. I did some research and had a few bumps on my cock along with a rash like area. Three days ago I woke up with a coldsore and decided enough was enough and I needed to be checked. Got to the doctor, who told me the "coldsore" I was worried about was a deep zit and the rash was eczema on my dick. He wasn't sure what the bumps were, but said they weren't herpes since they didn't hurt, itched, or anything else. I got a cream for the eczema and everlasting peace of mind. I am just glad I got off easy and will be much more careful in the (immediate) future.
I should emphasize, that if she gets pregnant and the staircase method of birth control have no effect, I don't have to worry.
Rant: I have two tests, three quizzes, and a massive project all due within the next two weeks. FUCK. Rave: This class is finished the last week of July. I just have to keep repeating this over and over to myself. I'm almost done. I'm almost done. Rant: I need a job. Like, yesterday. I thought that I'd want an easy summer, so I declined normal employment in favor of sporadic babysitting/nannying for a few families instead. However, I failed to anticipate a) the effect cunty suburban mommies have on my stress level, b) the general lack of potty training for children WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN SHITTING ON THEIR OWN FOR YEARS NOW, and c) the fact that I would have a boyfriend and would thus require regularly scheduled time off in order for us to get our sex on. I'm basically elbow-deep in little kid poop and mommy drama all fucking week long, and I haven't gotten laid in forever. Not. Fucking. Cool. Rave: I'm not the unhappily-married mother of a fourth-grader who shits herself constantly. Double Rave: And I'll never have to be- I'm getting my IUD in a few months. Yay!
Rave: The Groupon today was for half priced Motley Crue and Poison Tickets! It's going to be like 1988 up in here! Rant: It is sad how excited I am for this.
Rave: I'm out of here, bitches. I'll see you all on Monday, unless it's to drunkenly post something on my phone this weekend.
Rave: Had a fantastic day with the kids yesterday. We got rained out for our plans of fishing and putt-putt, but had fun anyway playing games at home. Made my son his favorite bbq chicken dinner, then watched Iron Man. Kids passed out in our arms during the movie. Great evening. XXXRave: Mr P and I had a damn great time before bed. Rawr.
Rant Technically not unemployed, but still waiting to start the new, very part time job. I'm fucking bored. Said rant means I'm getting really good at Sudoku. Jesus. Rave Met a really cute girl at the climbing gym and definitely hit it off.
Rave: Since Monday, I've been taking the train to work. I have no idea why I waited this long to do it. The stations are a half mile from my house and about one mile from my office. I'm saving almost $40/week because I'm not paying for gas--train ticket is $33 for unlimited rides, and I was dropping $65-70/week on gas. But most of all, I actually enjoy my commute now. I'm not stressed from road rage or drained from rush hour traffic. Someone drives for me, and it's wonderful. Rave: People watching on the train. And oh man are there some people to watch. Rant: Some of these people only talk about Jesus, and why Jesus is amazing, and loving, and warm, and will always love you, and saves you (and I'm taking headphones out, and I'm putting them in, and you're talking LOUDER so I can still hear you). Listen, if Jesus is great for you, that's awesome. Just shut your fat face hole so I can continue to enjoy not caring at all about Jesus.
Rave: Talk to the next higher up Brass of the three tomorrow. It's good because I'm extremely confident right now, and his secretary said that 99/100 times he agrees with my squadron CO's recommendation, which was positive.
RAVE: Chipped beef on toast for lunch. YUM. RAVE: Still have ridiculous amounts of pot left from my first grow and am nearly ready to start flowering on my second grow. RAVE: Step-son is at his bio dad's for a month, so lots of extra one on one time with my wife and other son. Thank God everyone is very adult and there is absolutely no drama involved. RAVE: Step-son is getting older and handled the flight and the separation better than he ever has. I'm proud of him. RAVE: Can't think of a single rant.
Rave: I'm baking banana bread and my house smells so good I'm drooling (and maybe even licking the air periodically).
Rant: Fuck a dick. As if things aren't generally a shitty enough pain in the ass these days, I got rear-ended on my way home from work. I was waiting to make a left at a three-way intersection for at least 20 seconds - I look in my rear view and notice this guy is not stopping at all. I tried to accelerate and not get hit but I was too late and now the rear of my car is pretty fucked up. The guy was an OTB Ukrainian painter (recognized the company logo), and wanted to drive down the street, get a quote for some body work, and give me cash. I'm only half-retarded so I called the police and got a report, even though he wasn't too happy about that. Just another pain in the ass I don't feel like dealing with.
rant: It's 8:33 and I'm going to bed. I swear I love my job but having to get up at 4AM fucking sucks. rant: I'm even more tired because my drug dealing neighbor's pitbull* decided our doggy door was an open invitation for him last night. He first came in just after midnight and after I got him back outside and blocked the doggy door, he banged his head on it repeatedly for hours. rave: I have a job and the neighbor's dog didn't fuck anything up too badly. *I work with dogs - I love dogs - but I hate this motherfucker. He's used up all his chances and the next time he sets foot on this property again, I'm calling animal control back and demanding (begging?) that they actually pick him up this time. (The no food, no water for three days in 100 degree plus heat neglect wasn't enough last time apparently.)
Rant: Crazy bitches!!! Who gets mad if you call them an 8 seriously. Thank the lord I'm just fucking her not dating her.
Rave: Assembled another bookshelf for more of my books. On another note, I have too many fucking books. Rant: I need more shelves. And to organize all of these books. Rave: I almost have an entire room devoted solely to books, also known as my own damn library. Yay! I've always wanted one since I was little kid and I'm finally getting there.
RANT:These are the texts from my neighbor and me tonight: (Neighbor, 10:09) Sorry to bother u is your internet down? (me, 10:10) I'll check (Neighbor, 10:11) No biggie didn't want u to go all down stairs (me, 10:19) Just flipped on Netflix. It's on. (Neighbor, 10:20) Yea just saw it thank u sorry (me staring out front window, 10:21)?????
Thing: 5 seconds after sitting down on L Train, I hear "you should totally check out my screenplay" twice. Oh my.