So, my roommate goes a little bit fucking nuts for the holidays. Imagine trying to navigate this landmine of Christmas cheer drunk:
Ok. That last post was looking out my bedroom door and ONE of the Christmas trees in the house. There are two more full size, decked out trees in the other downstairs rooms. I'd take pictures of them, but he's getting suspicious of my motives for taking pictures. So, here's the outside of the house. Many of those inflatable abominations play midi Christmas carols, so that's an added bonus. I imagine this is a lot what hell is like.
Buying a plot of land in the middle of nowhere now makes way more sense. But to think that you have to be seen walking in and out of that house. And you KNOW the neighbours think you're the top.
Does anybody else ever soap up their butt crack, then have to fart, then try and look back there to see if you blew a bubble?
I guess Im' a bit more drunk than I thought... wrong thread. Woohooo.... last month I moved into a new house, and today I finally got the new heated shop all sorted out. Spent a couple weekends building rolling cabinets and getting all the tools I inherited from my Dad all set up and usable. Then dug out the Domino and whipped up a shelving unit in under an hour. Fuck yeah. Time to start producing some shit. Other than that, finally got the kitchen all unpacked and sorted out finally and am in the process of making a spicy turkey/potato/leek soup and am on my second bottle of wine. Place smells fucking awesome and I've got a buzz... not a bad Saturday night.
I will admit, though, that my Fesitve Decorating skills are absolutely shamed by those demonstrated by Toy... I do believe, sir, that you have a talent, and should exploit it.
I got called off work this morning. I don't know what's more annoying...the fact that my manager called as I was getting into my car (now I'm definitely not able to go back to sleep) or that I only had one glass of wine last night. I don't drink much, if at all, on work nights. If I had known it wasn't really a work night I would've gotten properly buzzed. Drat. Looks like I'll have to make up for it today. 6:30 isn't too early for Sunday Funday to start, right?
I gotta quit my job, it's causing me to lose my mind. At 25 I liked the constant travel, the nights out, the good restaurants on a client's dime, and the work seemed interesting. 4 years later I can't fucking take it. I can't take the arrogant bullshit from the Ivy League snobs, the constant travel, the clients are almost as insufferable as the other firms we have to deal with, and the stress is wearing me down. It's 8 AM on a Sunday and I just got off an hour long conference call that was fucking meaningless and could have been a 3 sentence email. 2 weeks until Christmas break feels like 2 years. I need to go be a farmer in Montana or something.
Before I met my wife I loved being a traveling consultant. I drank in awesome bars. I ate at awesome restaurants. There was shit tons of money. I lived in luxury hotels. I had more frequent flyer miles and hotel points than I knew what to do with. Then I met my wife. And all of a sudden I felt terrible when I left on Monday morning for the airport. I had no time on the weekend to utilize my frequent flyer miles. I'm considering a career switch, but I struggle with the idea that I'm going to have to take a pay cut.
What the fuck is wrong with people? Spoiler: warning: video shows people being set on fire What the fuck maryland?