Rave: I made/printed this shirt at work today. I couldn't decide if I wanted to have that "blood" stain on it or not, went with it on...linked my mom to the picture and her response was "That's terrible...you had better not wear that in public"...I think I made the right choice.
RANT: Useless day at work. "Security" tried to block this site, so I had to hack my way here. I swear they hire the TSA rejects, and "security" is not in their vocabulary. RANT: Long, useless day. Apathy rules. RAVE: A few of us are secretly getting tanked on Mike's Hard Lemonade while "working". And it's "beer and cake Friday". Ice cream cake today. Not all is lost. RANT: I think I need a shot of insulin.
Rave: Going to our favorite sushi restaurant for dinner tonight to celebrate our anniversary. Rant: Assessments mid-term Tuesday, so I'll be studying all weekend. Rave: Weather forecast calls for a beautiful weekend, so at least I can study out on the patio.
Rave! I'm fucking awesome. My aunt called me this afternoon in a panic. It seems her well was spewing water all over the place and she didn't know what to do. I went over there with a belly full of homemade wine, a light head, and absolutely zero knowledge of wells. It took me about 10 minutes to find the problem. Apparently she has a pressurized cement tank between the pump and the shut off valve. I don't understand why, but that's the way it was set up. I cut the power, disabled the well pump, and put a whole bunch on Fixall over the pin hole leak that was spewing water 10ft in the air. Thus far it's holding. Well drillers wanted between $600 and $2500 to deal with this mess and I fixed it for under $3. It was just a pin hole. One of the idiots that I was explaining the problem to suggested I sink a screw into the hole. Seriously. I told my aunt that this is a temporary fix and it may last 4 days or 40 years and to worry about it when it breaks again. She's got water and power tonight and I'm 99% sure that my fix is going to hold for a long damned time. If you've ever dealt with Fixall you know that shit is not going to give out given that I bonded it to concrete on a clean surface.
Rave: My computer that has been out of comission since 7/30/09 is finally up and running. All it took was nearly two months of exchanging my motherboard twice, power supply, and my cpu. Everything is back in order now. Rant: Windows Vista recognized a hardware change and made me reactivate. I have a legal copy of Vista so I wasn't worried about it. I tried to activate and Microsoft said my Key was already in use. No shit assholes, I was using it previously. Had to spend 30 minutes on the phone with Microsoft to get it resolved.
Rave: Royce Da 5'9 album - Street Hop. If you like rap/hip hop, you OWE it to yourself to buy this album.
Rave: It's friday, and after a long week at work I'm about 5 beers deep and only getting started and I have nothing to do until Monday morning. Rant: I've had another fucking relapse. God damn World of Warcraft. I was clean for at least 6 months, but know I'm full blown addicted again. Looks like I'll be spending most of my free weekend playing that and drinking. Rave: I'm 5 beers deep, and we are about to head to friends which is the local token "older people" bar. the general crowd is 40+, which means that its a cougar den. Wish me luck.
Rave/Rant: I'm too drunk. I puked, but now it takes 1/2 enough concentration to post. Rave: I was thinking about it, and I'm definitely here for you idiot boarders, not Tucker Max. I used to lurk on TMMB/RMMB a lot because I'm not even 21 what the fuck do I know, and I'm not that funny. Offline I can shoot the shit quite good, online I can't, whatever. Y'all main posters make me laugh. Keep up the good work. Extra Rave: I have a burger king cheese burger and a chicken royale fuckin' calling my name right now. I may not know anyone I was with tonight's name but I have burger king. Hell yes.
Rave: Mixing subtances. To me there is nothing better than getting drunk and capping the night off with a bowl. I do it as often as possible. Hell, if we're partying at my place, you'll see me wander into my room at least a couple times throughout the night.
Rave: There's currently a month long food and arts festival going on in Sydney, Australia. Part of that festival, they are closing off the Sydney Harbour Bridge tomorrow morning, and laying turf on it for a picnic breakfast. Only 5000 tickets were being handed out and I was lucky enough to get 5 of them. So tomorrow morning, I will be sitting on the Bridge, eating breakfast, enjoying views like this:
Rant: I've been applying for jobs for 9 months now (recently graduated) and still not a single call back. The only job offers I've gotten were to work on a farm for the government. Uh.. I can do the same work for more money at my parents farm (which I kind of am). Rave: Getting a VIP pass for a concert and free beer!
RANT: I have a job, and am supremely grateful for it. I was contacted by no less than four headhunting agencies to get a job in my favorite place in the world, San Diego. Problem is, they were all for the same job, it's a 3-6 month contract to hire (no garauntees) and it pays slightly less than what I'm making now. I wish I could find a job that would move me back to San D, pay as much (or more) than I'm making, and pay my relocation (and lease breaking) costs. If I find one of those, I'm gone from this inter city pit.
Rant: I spent the last two hours wandering the streets because my friends left me at a strange house after I passed out. Rave: I have a great sense of direction when I'm drunk and I am now back in my apartment with a warm, cozy bed.
Rave: Graduated college last night. Got good and drunk. Rant: There hasn't been a sunny day in almost 2 weeks. blah.
Rant: I hate to sound like a choosy beggar, but get your shit together ESPN 360. Your broadcasts are super quiet until the commercials come on and they're loud enough to make my ears bleed.
Rant: I too have a job, however in my case HR have decided to go on holiday and not call me about the actual start date. Every time I call I keep getting fucking excuses and very soon I think I'm going to be knocking on their door.
Rant: I just got a phone call informing me that another relative down here passed away about an hour ago. This makes 9 close relatives in this area that have passed away in the 4 1/2 years I've been down here. That seems to be an abnormally high number. The youngest was 21, the oldest was 69 and none of them died in accidents. What scares me even more is that other then one cousin, I'm damn near the patriarch of the family at 46. That's pretty fucked up. Double Rant: Another funeral. I understand that no one likes funerals, but I fucking hate them with a passion. They're designed to make you feel like shit and as a bonus someone stands there and babbles on and on about Jesus. The fucking Irish had the right idea. Get drunk and celebrate the person's life and remember the time you spent with them, without all this religious bullshit.
Biggest RANT of my life -EVER: I'm older than toytoy. Fuck, this cannot be. Holy shit, I'm old. I'm in his zone of constant death and porch booze? Really, this is what left? I hope I die soon.
Rave: had a couple of beers with Marko after work. Rant: the douche who no called, no showed today at work. Seriously, what kind of cunt can't just say "I quit"?