Rave: Today is the last day of my internship and I just got a call from the place I've been working at and have been extended a job offer. I feel amazing right now.
Rant: PMS sucks. Cramps, migraine, no wonder I am so bitchtastic this morning. Rave: Hopefully some Midol helps me out, I promised my boys that we would go to the zoo tomorrow. They are excitedly drawing out all the animals they want to see at the kitchen table as we speak. I just don't want to feel like shit. Rant: The forecast has tomorrow at 100 degrees. I suspect this won't help my hormonal rage. I need a massage, neuromuscular style.
A friend of mine recently went to a wedding... the pictures were just posted on Facebook... Rave: I have never had to attend a wedding where the bride wore wings.
Rave: you guys are fantastic. Thank you for the kind words. Rant: Fuck you 'heat dome' for just about goddamn broiling Texas. Why does the hottest summer EVER have to be the summer I buy a car with black leather seats????
RANT: I feel like my heart just filled up and exploded and not in a good way. I've got so much ache in there that it's getting hard to breathe. Why is it that everything happens all at once? RANT: So minutes after finding out that my good friend's mom died (fuck you, cancer)--a woman who was an integral part of my childhood--my father decided to say some of the cruelest words he's ever said to me. In fact, I'm still in shock at how mean and nasty he was. I used all the techniques that my therapist taught me and tried to filter it in a positive way but that shit only goes so far. It still hurts me to the core. Sometimes I honestly wish he'd just hit me because at least physical bruises can heal. How am I in my 30s and this shit still rocks me? Then the guilt set in...here my friend is in pain, wishing she could have one more minute with her mother who is now gone forever and my father is alive and well, right in front of me, and I can't make it work with him. It's a complete and utter mindfuck. RAVE: Shot a text to my whatever last night and he insisted that I sleep there. I walked in, laid on the couch, and just let the tears stream down my face. He didn't say a word, put a box of tissues on the coffee table, snuggled up next to me, and played with my hair all night. I love that he just gets it. Awesome.
Rant: This shit is awful. Three weeks since touching a helicopter and still no word, and I have no idea when that word will come...this is the epitome of sitting on pins and needles with no end in sight.
Sorry to post twice in one day on the same page... Rant: I made a great pot of coffee and drank it, not thinking of the fact that I usually drink one or two cups tops. I am now shaking more than the Taco Bell Chihuaha would in a Chinese restaurant. I was trying to trim my extensions and gave up for fear of ruining the damn things. Rave: (Girly Rave): Clip in extensions, fourteen inches. It's funny, wearing hair that isn't actually yours. But, goddamn, they are hot. Mr. P loves a quick costume change, spices things right up... edited to add: Well, not the same page...
Rant: Work eight hours, sleep five, sit twenty-four hours of duty, get four hours of sleep, and then work another eight hours. It doesn't happen often, but there are times when the schedule just gives you a big "Fuck You." Rave: I did all the scheduled maintenance on Monday so I don't have to do it today. As long as nothing pops up, it should be an easy, stress-free day. Rave: Haven't had an energy drink in seven months, so this shit is going to hit me hard.
Rant: Fat coworkers that munch cheetos while standing over my shoulder then proceeding to suck on their fingers need to go let themselves get runover by a bull dozer. I am not even fucking kidding. My eye is twitching right now. Munch munch munch munch slurp slurp slurp. AHH!!!!!!!!
RAVE: The parts arrived this morning and the truck is at the shop, we should be rolling into car craft on 8 inches of lift! RANT/RAVE: I walked up to the front to check my mail and the original parts that we were missing with the first shipment had just arrived. WTF RAVE: I only work till noon tomorrow then I'm off till Monday!
Whiny and boring Spoiler Rant/Rave/I don't even know - I've been seeing a therapist for several weeks. So far, she's noted black and white thinking, an inability (as in, never learned how) to deal with stress, learned behavior along the lines of stressing too much, a "habit" of expecting way too much of myself, a complete lack of self-esteem, and definite bipolar tendencies. Most of this I knew, but it's incredibly helpful to have someone I can talk to who can help me break it down into words and let me know I'm not just imagining this stuff. Additionally, talking with her has made me cognizant of the fact that I am completely out of touch with my body language and facial expressions - to the extent that I broadcast whatever I'm feeling at the moment, and apparently glare with my eyes without even knowing I'm doing it. In short, I'm a nicely wrapped bundle of crazy. Turns out I do take after my mother, I guess. The main positive to all of this is that I can work on fixing it now, which is one hell of a daunting task, but I'm hoping I can make some headway towards making myself more, I don't know, not fucking crazy. And no, we have not yet touched on the issue that apparently I should have been born with a vagina.
Rave: Sitting at the train station with a four-day weekend looking me in the face. Tomorrow I drive down to Eastern Shore, MD for a crab feast with hunting friends and Friday I head down to Virginia Beach. See you all on Monday.
RANT: No relief from the crazy yet and I'm about to head off to my little jobby-job, where I'm expected to play nice with animals. BWHAHAHAHA! What could go wrong? RAVE: Hey TiBers, I think the TiBettes are starting to align their cycles. Do you remember seeing the footage from the Japan earthquake/tsunami? Yeah, I envision something like that. Might want to get your fight or flight kits ready and devise some sort of plan. Maybe this is why we've done Zombie/Apocolypse threads...preparation. Just sayin'....
Rant: Even though I had explicit, clear consent to have sex with a girl without him and we talked about it for months, the fiance is freaking the fuck out over it now. It's been days and days of 'Well how do I know you're not out fucking guys too' bullshit. I've been trying to work it out, but he's not even being rational. I can feel a break up looming.
Stupid, but.. RANT I read books way to quickly. I got one earlier this evening (260 pages), at about 6pm. I start reading it back at the hostel a hour or so later. It's almost 2am and I've already finished, and that's with general Internet surfing, dinner, and other minor activites in-between. The main reason I've purchased a couple of books during my trip is so I have something to pass time during boring bus, plane or train trips. But once I get a roll on, I can't stop, and the book is over within hours. It's not like I skip through pages or anything like that either, I'm just genuinely a pretty quick reader. RAVE This is the worst thing happening in my life right now? It can't be too bad then.
Nerdy Rant: God damnit, I hate studying for Microsoft certifications. Nerdy Rave: Windows Server 2008 Configuring Active Directory is going to be my bitch tomorrow. Nerdier Rant Due to Rep: Damn you, Nett. Thanks for reminding me you have no certs. Quite jealous of that.