Rant: Colombian strip clubs. It's like, OK, strip clubs here are brothels. Fine. I get it. But if you put a silhouette of a naked dancing girl on your establishment, shouldn't there be at least ONE naked girl dancing inside? Why even bother with the stage, then? And no, Colombian "strippers", I do not want to salsa dance with you. If I wanted to be reminded what a terrible dancer I am, I would just go to a regular bar or club ANYWHERE else in this country. I came here because I want to drink beer and talk to my friends while watching girls take their clothes off. Is that so wrong? Rant: I keep letting myself get talked into going to Colombian strip clubs. Rave: They showed the Lion King on my bus this morning. In Spanish, but still.
RANT: Trying to do something very hard, that you've failed to do many times in the past, such that the same people judging your success are skeptical of you ever doing it, and that task requiring 100% effort over a long period of time. RAVE: Taking the first steps to doing it.
Rant: Dear spider who delicately dropped down from the ceiling onto my head moments ago, Fuck you. Rave: No fancy judicial system or series of appeals in this office, spider. You were immediately sentenced to death without jury deliberation and your punishment was handed down swiftly and with great fury thanks to the post-it note pad. May your final resting place in the garbage with the remnants of my lunch--crinkled in a small ball of slightly sticky paper--be a warning to your friends.
RANT: Work has been nuts for the past week.... 8am until midnight. Makes me grumpy. RAVE: Know what doesn't make me grumpy? Lounging in the sun in my courtyard, with 4 x 1 litre plastic reusable water bottles pre-made with Harvey Wallbangers in a cooler full of ice, and my sound-dock playing old time sci-fi radio classics. All while being on MSN/Skype with the guys at the office so they're none the wiser. And there's science at work. The 4 pre-made concoctions are of varying strength: 1st one is about 1:5 booze:juice, and the 4th one is about 2:1. I'm on number 3 now. NOOOO PAIN. Hell, a bear just came wandering by and I invited him over for a drink, and he fucked off. Ingrate. EDIT: Here is Boo Boo... just a little dude, and he looked hot. Shoulda stopped by for a drink. And as to that crap in front of my garage, I'm cleaning shit out, and waiting for it to be picked up. I don't live on an Indian reserve or anything.
Rant: May have to live alone in NC. I can't find anyone I know who needs a roommate. I have never lived alone, this is going to be interesting.
Rave: Beautiful cool, sleeping weather tonight. Had the fan blowing nice cool air in upstairs. Rant: My dickhead of a neighbor for some reason, is now running his fireplace. My bedroom smells like it is on fire. I hope his living room catches fire for being such an asshat.
Rant: A coworker left a couple of weeks ago, and I felt in line for a raise since she made more than me but it was clear I did more work and did it better. I made sure to broach the subject with my chief of staff before we hired this other individual to replace her. Basically i told him how I've been taking on more and more responsibility and want to play an even larger role in the office, and asked about getting a raise. He said I am incredibly valuable, how he talks with my other boss how they don't know what they'd do if I left also, how he appreciates all the extra work I do, and wants to give me more responsibility. But then he said there isn't money in the budget right now, but maybe I can get a raise in January. Flash forward a week later. New guy is hired, younger than me, less direct experience (did a bunch of campaign work), job requires less work than mine...he's making 4k more than me. What. The. Fuck. If I didn't love every other aspect of the job and have a wedding to pay for, I'd quit then and there. Fuck.
Rave: The Roast of David Hasselhoff and the fattest bowl. I needed this laughing shit desperately. It's a good fucking evening.
RAVE: Getting high in a hotel room right now. I'm using a doob tube (cardboard toilet paper roll thing with dryer sheets shoved in it, that you exhale through) and Febreze. I'm quite confident the weed smell is masked, but people walking by my room may wonder why it smells so strongly of Febreze and Downy.
Rave: I'm staying busy enough not to get too down on myself. Rant: I have to get my ass in gear and figure out what I'm going to do with my life.
Rant: My neck even creaks when I'm laying down horizontally and breathing in that slow, deep relaxed manner. Rave: Going to the doc in the morning Rave: Thanks TiB!
Rave: Just bought this: <a class="postlink" href="http://www.designerfire.com.au/#!__buy-online/wall-mounted-fireplaces/productsstackergalleryv25=2" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.designerfire.com.au/#!__buy- ... lleryv25=2</a> Going to put it in the old fireplace in the bedroom.
Rant: no tuesday drunk thread. Rave: placed an order for industrial box of glitter for Kesha concert w/ 8 friends in Chicago next week. Mentally preparing to go insane go insane throw some glitter make it rain on these hoes. And ideally procure sex.
Rant: I "accidentally" drank too much last night. I rarely get hangovers, but hooooleeee shit does my head hurt right now. I would really like to be back in bed sleeping right now. RAVE: In just over two weeks, my fiancee will be here permanently. Rant: I just read this, and it made my blood boil. This just ruined my day.
Rant: Some things can never be unseen. I have no fucking words. Rave: Other than bleaching my eyesockets, the best option available is to show other people and laugh at them. NSFW srsly - not safe for work, or your faith in humanity. bad dragon toys If you're looking at the David or the Griffin, after you finish throwing up, check out the size comparison photos where they compare the XL options to a coke can. Who the fuck thought that was a good size for that?
Rave: I want to the Pirates game last night. It was the most exciting game I've been to in quite some time. Game tying homerun in the bottom of the 9th followed by a walkoff homerun in the bottom of the 11th. Amazing. Rave: One of the outfielders threw a ball into the crowd, which I caught. I gave it to the kid in front of me. Rant/Rave: The only thing I have available for lunch is a piece of Oreo pie. Rave: The dog has an appointment with the groomer today. Goodbye Beagley funk.
Rant: I get to move my girlfriend back down to Lincoln tomorrow. Ballsack don't you fucking dare. Rant: It's her birthday on Friday and several of her girlfriends from high school are coming to go out and I get to be the only guy there, unless a friend in Lincoln is home from Ecuador already. Awesome.
Rant: Had a big presentation today. Wore a suit and had a kickass slideshow ready for the projected financial risk of the company. Walked in the conference room, no one showed up. Everyone called into the conference line I originally set up for one person. The showmanship disappeared and I had to dictate what was on the slides over the phone to 30 people why they probably sat at their desks and played Solitaire. Rave: The girl is bringing over my favorite pizza and a six-pack tonight to make me feel better. Cant beat that.