Rant: The office dwellers I work with have the immune systems of 2 year old retards with aids. EVERYONE is ALWAYS sick. I'm starting to think they all just have mental problems. The most common phrase around here is, "I think I'm getting sick" or "Are you getting sick?" or some variation like that. I hear it 30 times a day. They all live in this quaking fear of getting sick and still end up sick every fucking week. It's ridiculous, it's not like it's cold out or anything. Rave: I haven't been sick ONE time since I've worked here. Either my immune system is simply a juggernaut, or they are all faking it. Maybe a little of both. Buncha fakers... And another Rant: I fucking hate Sudoku. Not really the game so much, as I refuse to ever play it, but just the whole idea of it. Ohhh let's figure out this number puzzle, fun. Not. But what I hate more are the pretentious toolbags that call it sud-oo-ku, like it had a "u" in the middle or something. And then they act like they are smart and that is the way you are supposed to say it. Hey idiots, I don't care what your hipster dictionary told you, it's spelled with an "o" in the middle. Fuck off.
Rant- It must be my 13 pair of earphones just shit the bed. Fucking shit man. Honestly I have gone through more than a dozen of them since getting my ipod 2 years ago. SIX PAIRS a year. What the fuck.
RAVE: One of my best mates is driving 300k to help me sand and repaint the outside of my house over the weekend, I offered free food, booze and board, he said sign me up. This guy was my primary wingman in my late teens and early 20s, we would be having so much fun the girls just gravitated in. We only catch up a couple of times a year these days so really looking forward to working with him during the day and smashing the booze at night. Losing touch with best mates is one of the worst things that happens as you get older, and should be combated whenever possible.
RANT: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT why can't my computer connect to the wireless network here?! First I tried using the trouble shooting stuff on my computer--not helpful. "Possible problems: Incorrect password, too far from wireless station." Thanks troubleshooting guide, now I know not to try to connect to my wireless network when I'm riding the bus across town while using the numbers from LOST as my password. Then I went to the Apple store, to consult with a "Genius" there. How fucking pretentious is that? They have a "Genius bar" where you go to get help and all the employees' name tags say "Genius" under their name. At first I thought I was being helped by a guy named Peter Genius, which would have actually been pretty cool. Anyway, Peter Genius did some stuff on my computer and said it might work. For some reason, I was extremely confident that it would not... and I was right. So I'm stuck on the unsecured ultra-weak signal network that I CAN connect to. I was going to try to figure out where to go from here in order to fix this problem, but I think I'll just kill myself instead. EDIT: How slow IS my internet on this shitty unsecured network? After posting this, I went over to the boobie thread to see the mystery member's tits but oh no... DIAL UP FLASH BACK!!!
RANT: Two Saturdays ago, I had a little incident. I was pumping gas and decided to put my teacher bag in my trunk as my father always warns me not to have anything showing in my car. I was wearing my Converse sneakers with the little rubber band at the top. I threw the bag on the trunk and stepped over the pump with my left foot. Made it. Stepped over the pump with my right foot with much less success. The rubber of the sneakers stuck to the rubber of the hose and my leg decided to stay put. I lunged forward on my left foot, hopped a few times in order to catch my balance, all while pulling away from the trapped right leg more and more. As I stumbled, my thigh muscle went splat and started to tremble and shake all the way down to my ankle. I think I said something like "ooof!" and the people next to me didn't know whether to laugh or help out. All while trying to go to a post-Christmas Christmas party. Haha. Only me, I say. Only me. Went to the doctor in hopes of good meds and a diagnosis but to no avail. Now yet another week has gone by and I'm still in pain now coupled with a stomach that is pissed off at the anti-inflammatories. Today was the x-ray and I'm just waiting for some kind of answer. I hurt when I sit. I hurt when I stand. My muscle trembles and shakes and shoots pain up past my hip and into my toes. And did I mention no meds? This sucks. RAVE: At least I can laugh at myself. Who the hell injures themselves pumping gas? I'm moving to New Jersey. Hair gel and all.
Rave Got a new client today Rant Staying at a hotel in Greenville, SC. Its not too shabby but its kinda shady. When I got out of my car at the hotel there was a fucked up half of a Brillo pad on the ground. I think its fairly obvious that Brillo=Crack. I'm not concerned about my personal safety. I can hold my own. But, I'm driving my boss' 09 Toyota Sequoia. Its a $45,000 car. At least. Not to mention all the shit thats in it. Hope his car is alright. Also, as I'm typing this I can hear the people in the next room fucking, or fighting.
Rave: The original Batman movie, from 1966, is on one of the 192 HBO channels. The old Catwoman was so fucking sexy. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Rave: The previous post. Rant: The previous post. Rant: A friend of mine had a biopsy today. She's 29 and had some weird thing with one of her boobs. Rave: No cancer. Some kind of infection or something. Lots of antibiotics and no work. Sounds like a forced vacation to me. Rant/Rave?: She wants me to fuck her. Rant: Someone said pain olympics. I googled it. I've never been nauseated by an internet video before but this did it. I'm gonna put a gun in my mouth.
Rant: Shittons of reading that I'm just too impatient to sit through. Rave: Got a new signature from one of the books that I think is pretty astute. Also I'm listening to ragtime music that's over 100 years old, which for some reason makes me disproportionately happy.
Rave: Went to the Joseph Arthur show in San Francisco tonight with a friend, it was absolutely amazing. Picked up a copy of the live show immediately afterwards, which is something all musicians should offer. Mofuckin' Rave: I was standing outside with my friend before the show while he smoked a cigarette and Joseph Arthur came walking along and I just stood there and said "Holy shit that's fucking Joseph Arthur!" and he came over and shot the shit with us for a good ten minutes. Really down to earth fella and I told him how much his music meant to me and he told his manager to put me on the list for tomorrow's show at the same place so I will be back tomorrow! Really nice guy who spent a good amount of time afterwards signing stuff for everyone. And his encore was as long as his set. Awesome!
Rave: Its mah birfday today. 24 years old tonight. Rant: I spent the whole morning cleaning. Who the hell am I? Meh, it's just another day. Rave: Discovered the show How I Met Your Mother on our trip last weekend to Nawlins. Goddamn that place is...indescribable. Go there for a weekend and you'll never forget. Even on a Sunday night, it was crazy. Ah good times. Rave: Night out with the fellas tonight, plan on not remembering it. Kinda standard with my group of friends. Rant: It's gonna fucking rain. That means I can't wash/polish/wax my car. And the earliest I can do these is Monday.
Rant UFC is so goddamned boring lately I'll second that Rave. Now for the rubber match! Hell ^ Yeah (math joke)
RANT: The axe is falling again this week. Rave: At least if I'm let go, the surging economy leaves me lots of jobs to choose from RANT (re above ) HAHAHAHAHA RAVE: Well, at least I won't have to worry about health care for me and my family RANT: (re above) HAHAHAHAHAHA. . . . . .Stop already, my sides are killing me.
RAVE Since the snow started falling on Christmas Eve, it has finally weeks later warmed up enough to melt the massive snow banks off of the sidewalks. This means an end to the cabin fever and finally being able to enjoy a nice run, walking my dogs without worrying about cars either sliding into us or splashing slush all over us, etc. Being all cooped up is depressing. RANT Rain, but I am so sick of the fucking elliptical machine that I will take it.