RAVE: On my way out the door to catch the train up to Boston on a whim. My ex's current girlfriend has been struck with pneumonia, leaving him with an extra ticket to the Winter Classic tomorrow. Lucky me--in the right place at the right time and now off I go! Sure I'll be arriving a little late tonight for the festivities but who cares? That's what flasks are for!! Good friends, hockey, Pour House brunch...a happy new year indeed! RANT: I'll be sitting with my very loud and emphatic friends who will be head to toe orange...in Fenway Park...on New Year's Day...I'm just hoping all noses come back home in tact. Now that's a way to start a decade!
Rave: Going to a Blackhawks game tonight and then party in Lincoln Park. RANT My fucking nut is killing me, no torsion, doesn't feel like another tumor, but holy shit it won't go away.
RAVE: After almost a year on the lam, I finally found my escaped ball python! I don't know what she has been living off of, or where she has been hiding, but she was on my old record player when I woke up this morning. It looked healthy with good color and no parasites, but it hasn't grown noticeably since it left. If I didn't know any better, I'd think it was a different snake. In the time since I lost her, another friend gave me another Ball Python, which has grown to almost twice the size of the old one (she eats a lot). Now she has a room mate. WHo knows, I might even end up with babies. My son and I scoured the house looking for the snake when it escaped, and didn't find anything. Months later, I found a shedded skin in a room that leads outside, and I figured the snake must have gotten outside and either died or survived. But here it is. I guess that's my Christmas present for this year. I'll put up pictures in the pet thread soon.
RAVE: Managed to get rid of that excess python-left it spinning on some chumps record player. RAVE: Sucked the value out of Sicnevol's face. Or something.
FUCK I just got a phone call informing me that my best friend's mother passed away suddenly. That woman helped raise me and I always called her "Mom." I'm going to go kick a fucking rabbit or something. God fucking damn it.
Rave: In the states for R&R Rant: Can't seem to get a flight out of Dallas I coulda drove the time I've been sitting here... Happy New Year TIB.
Rave: In Salt Lake City for some snowboarding, boozing, and whatever else goes on with the crazy Mormon people here. Rave: Went boarding today... Rant: forgot what to do during the two year hiatus I took from ever getting on the slopes. Rant: as a result, I'm sore as shit, wet, and tired. Rave: Time to start drinkin!! Happy New year ya'll!!
rave: Had a pretty damn good New Years Eve. The pub during the day was busy but stress free. The club was very quiet considering it was NYE, but had 3 of us on the bar so didn't really have to do much work. Did rather enjoy doing the countdown on the megaphone. After I picked it up it was nearly impossible for me to put the thing down, it corrupted me worse than the ring from the Lord of the Rings. Was worth it alone to scream along to killing in the name of and for the most part, had an absolute blast tonight.... until... rant ...my ex turned up. things have been fine between us since she's been back, a little distant, but fine none the less. She turned up early on in the night and it was alright, We were both too busy having a good time to really notice each other and that was great, she left after midnight and I thought that was the end of it. She then turned up just as we were closing, normally wouldn't be a big deal but my new girlfriend was also on her way after she finished work. So it was just me and Leigh, my ex and her mates plus a few friends of the owner left in the club. to say things were tense would be a bit of an understatement. I hadn't told her that I'm seeing someone else, though to be fair I've only really starting seeing her in the past week or so properly and genuinely hadn't had chance to have a chat with my ex about it, Even though (I assumed) we had both moved on since it had been 3 months since we parted ways (on very amicable terms and still remained relatively close friends) it was blatantly apparent that she still had some feelings for me. Seeing her absolutely devastated and heartbroken as I left with Leigh made me feel (deservedly) like a complete and utter cunt. it's not so much a case that I still have feelings for her, but I still do care about her and seeing her like that really made me feel like an absolute shitbag.. I promised myself I would do my best to not to hurt her no matter what and it feels like I've failed at that at pretty much the first opportunity. rave thankfully valium will negate all of the red bull I've drank this evening and has sedated me enough so I can at least get some rest and switch off this overactive mind of mine, if only for a little while. rave: and in a completely unrelated yet awesome news, one of my best friends may be pregnant. She hasn't been actively trying for a baby, just being lax with protection but she's in a stable relationship with someone she absolutely adores and seems very solid, but better yet (for me), I was asked already to be the baby's godfather. that pretty much made my year... really got high hopes for this year, a lot of things seem to be falling into place and have a fantastic opportunity to finally make something of myself and set me up for life (or at least the next few years). So much potential, I just hope I can deliver on the goals I've set myself. rave and just as good, I will actually get my life back.. No more 18 hour days for me, actual days off, time to spend socialising with all my friends I've neglected over the past few weeks, all of my christmas pay should be coming through in the next few weeks so will be able to treat myself to a new laptop, recording equipment and hopefully a hdtv as well as a few festival tickets. Oh yeah, happy new year to everyone, hope this decade shits all over the noughties or whatever the fuck everyone is calling it, lets face it, it was pretty shit on the whole, things can only get better from here right?..
Rave: Another New Years Eve, another week of making a menu and recipe testing done. I'm about to get shitfaced with my crew on a bottle of 150 year old brandy that one of the bartenders snuck out for us. I love it when a plan comes together.
Rave: good friends, back from new zealand. ssevere drunk. much ralph. Ramt: so much ralph. acid feeling
Rave -Tilted Kilt is the update Hooter's hasn't made in 20 years. Busty girls in short kilts serving at an Irish pub vs. unvarnished wood tables with 80's McDonald's orange colors, paper towels, and uncomfortable stools.
Rant: In the midst of taking down the holiday decorations. *sigh* For various reasons this year I was able to do a really good job and I hate to see it all go. But I have a firm rule - put them up Thanksgiving weekend, take them down New Years weekend. Rave: The nutcracker my daughter wanted for Christmas came in the mail yesterday. I was able to wrap it and put it under the tree for her to find this morning. On Christmas morning she had a note from Santa saying that it had fallen off the back of the sleigh, and he was sending his elves to look for it. I was wondering if the thing would get here before we took down the tree, and it did! I made the paper look authentically bedraggled, with wet leaves sticking to it and everything.
Rave- You have to feel some emotion, whether you love or hate FL State. Bobby Bowden has been with them longer than I've been alive.
Rave 1: The Winter Classic. Always fun to watch, and what a game this year, good finish. Two Blues made the USA olympic team! Rave 2: Leaving for Breckenridge, CO tomorrow!
Rave: 2009, bought myself a house, got engaged. A great year for me. Here is to 2010 hope it brings me another great year, and to all of you.
Rowan, the newest member of the WickedBitch family (Picture for those that are interested), is wide awake. He is what the pediatrician calls a "high-contact baby" meaning he howls when you put him down. It's a good thing he's cute! In the interest of keeping it quiet in here so everyone else can sleep, I get to entertain him until he decides he's ready for sleep (sometime around 1am I reckon). Remember the 3am phone argument with my sister last night? Couple that with the older kids getting up at the butt crack of dawn this morning (naturally, they can't be bothered to get up that early on a school day) and you have a very tired WB. There is nothing on TV and I have read all of the internets so you can add bored to the list of grievances. Jolly. This was a rant, if you couldn't tell.
Rant: Was thinking about asking out a cute girl in my class.She told me she's in love with this band. big big let down