Rave: tattoo is complete. She redid some linework and then colored it in. Its the first piece I've ever had colored. Ouchies. Raver rave: laid in bed with The Guy most of the day today. It was nice.
Rave: This is the most important week of my life. I have two interviews for two police services in the next 7 days, both of which have massive implications on my, and my girlfriends, lives carrying forward. I am very excited for these interviews, as if they happen, I can a) move out b) get engaged c) finally have a job that I can look forward to waking up to everyday and know that I am contributing to the community in a positive way and offering something worth while to the world.
Ravt: Today I began trying to quit nicotine again. I've tried three times in the past and successfully stopped for three month periods of time. I pity addicts of hard core drugs, because this is the hardest thing I've ever done. I would rather go to college again than suffer through the next week of increased appetite, insomnia, irritability, headaches, anger, constipation and ADD. I plan to blog the experience for some reason that makes me feel better about quitting. I will link you all to the blog when it goes up sometime tomorrow. I'm hoping having written documentation about what happened this week will be enough to keep me from ever taking a puff or buying a can again. I'm also exercising and not drinking. And my girlfriend will perform sexual favors for each day I make it. I think that will make it go 8 times smoother.
RANT: The US version of Top Gear sucks balls. Adam Ferrara shouldn't be on the show. I'm surprised he knows how to start a car. RAVE: Yaay the internet, time to watch a proper Top Gear.
Rave: For the first time in a month I got to be alone today. It was spectacular. The last month I have been taking care of family, cooking for 8 every night, moving, preparing to leave my job, then once that was all done I had to go to LA to entertain my cousin that I have never met, and spend a week with my mother, who wouldn't leave me alone. Even my mother-in-law commented on the fact I couldn't shake the woman. I get it, I am leaving the country, but I am in my mid 20s, and am married, and see you three times a year. You fly to England to see my sister more than you see me. Stop being so upset. Anyway, my wife went to Salinas, and I got to sit in the RV alone. I drank whiskey, jerked off, watched Star Trek, read through the 1965 playboy I found in Downtown Santa Cruz, yesterday. 2 hours of peace. It was incredible.
Rant: Some clown dropped out of doing some kink workshops last minute. The organizers behind it contacted me as a last minute fill in. Bit of a nuisance, but sure, I'll help out. Rave: 12 hours of presentation. Maybe three or four hours of prep work and maybe four or five hours of time waste around them. I'll probably kick $500 of that to the person I use as a demonstration bunny (which is legitimately being pretty generous. I'll get volunteers for free, but want someone reliable), and fair chance that it won't be taxable. Comes out to something like $100 an hour for me.
Rave: Thank you, random skunk, for hissing at me and leaving it at that when our paths crossed when I was walking to the office this morning.
Rant: Current processing time for Canadian citizenship applications is 19+ months. My husband and I will probably already be divorced by the time he gets approved!
Rave: Fantastic weed has lead to the best night of sleep in a long time Rave: Found a place to do Krav Maga in the UK that is near enough to home Rant: My wife thinks it was a good idea to contact my brother on my behalf (brother that I haven't spoken to based on an epic battle of words and vitriol in nearly a year who I'd be content never to speak to again unless we're burying our mother) because she wanted to patch things up between us. Seriously, boredom is not good for this woman. Ever.
Rave: my wife just dropped me off at the airport, and there was the most beautiful rainbow over the terminal. She walked down the aisle to Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Over the last couple of days my schtick has been "its go time", and behold, the southwest kiosk background was "its go time". Fuckin crazy.
??????: Alright ladies, just so we're on the same page here: - Bridesmaid dress at wedding and reception: Congratulations on being selected as one of the most important people in a couple's wedding (or a last minute replacement), you should be proud. - Bridesmaid dress at an early after party: I get it, brings up the general mood when a bunch of people show up to a bar in their wedding attire, play on. - Bridesmaid dress in the hotel after party right before everyone goes to bed: That thing can't be comfortable anymore, why are you still wearing it? - Bridesmaid dress at 6 AM at the hotel breakfast buffet: Crack whore.
Rant: PMS can suck a dick. I don't know whether to cry, scream, throw something, punch someone or crawl back into bed. Rave: Shoe shopping makes everything better.
Rave: Just added up my miles ran or biked last week. 16 ran, 30 biked. I feel pretty good, except for my shoulders... Rant: The night everything went down with Mr.P, I could not sleep, in spite of my handy dandy Ambien. I got up at four and felt so agitated, I needed a padded room or lots of satisfying things to destroy. Instead, I went to the gym. Mr. P and I had plans to hit my shoulders and to do squats, but our plans didn't really work out. So I went and kicked my own ass. I didn't stop at three sets, or five. I did seven, like I was some sort of crazy person. I guess I was. My shoulders and lats hate me. Honestly, it felt great at the time, as there were no puppies to kick. It's probably good I am not a cutter or some kind of emo shit. Spoilered for length and drama: Spoiler Tentative Rave: Mr. P is humiliated that he blew 9 years clean from heroin. The incredible amount of rage and pain it has caused me appears to have humbled him. He gave me his oxy's yesterday, prescribed for the pain from his brain injury. He said it's time to find another way. He was also up bright and early making an appointment for treatment for addiction. He has never attended any counselling/rehab that was not court ordered or an option to avoid harsher reprucussions. He has one chance. That is it. Rantish for gray area: His mother, who is a fucking saint, kind of pulled some crazy crying phone call last night. She said she had talked to Mr.P twice during the day and that he is different "this time" and to please, PLEASE give him another chance. While I appreciate that she feels helpless and she believes that I am the greatest thing since sliced bread, I don't need her telling me what to do. For all of the feedback I have gotten: I am aware I have children. They LOVE Mr. P. That doesn't mean I am prioritizing Mr. P, in fact I told him AND his mother that their welfare comes way before a heroin addict's for me, despite the grief it may inflict on me. He gets this one chance. It's easy to judge when it isn't in YOUR home. For the record, the kids were at their dad's when this happened. I am done. Thank you for caring, even if I am not doing what you believe it is right.
Rant: I talked in the Riot thread about how hard it is to find good workers. That hasn't changed. This motherfucker I have working here is just about the most useless goddamn piece of shit I've ever encountered and I'm literally a hair on a rabbit's ass away from yelling at him so goddamn hard I make him cry. And he WOULD cry is the thing. Every fucking week we're having to ride his ass about the same shit. It's getting old. He's not doing his goddamned job and it's a huge fucking pain in the ass.
Rant/Rave: SERE School Sept 5-16th. Rave/Rant: Orders to check into my next squadron came in fast as hell. I leave FL on the 19th for NC...
Rant/Rave Back to school in a week. I really wish I could just be done already. Going to be insanely busy with 5 classes and two jobs. Rave Climbing. I love it.
Rave: Going to Tacoma to meet up with a friend and see Daniel Tosh's stand-up! I've actually never seen him before, but many people have told me he is funny, and given that I will be drunk, I figure it's going to be a good time.
Rave: Vacation from September 2nd through the 12th. I'm gonna get a ton of shit done this time, unlike my March vacation. I'm totally motivated! Rant: Still three weeks away, dammit.