Rant: On my flight from SD to KC I was lucky enough to be in the constantly screaming children section of the plane.It was wonderful. Kids are so amazing, especially when they're unhappy and stuck in a metal tube for 3 hours.
RAVE: I sent a pic of myself to a girl last night. She replied with "Where's that guy and when can I sleep with him?" Life is good.
Rave: Gave formal exit notice this morning, went better than I expected. I could barely sleep all night since I was a bundle of nerves over it and in general. Taking a huge risk and forgoing an entire career path. But if Im going to ever take a real career risk, I need to do it now rather than later when I have kids and a house. My wife is endlessly supportive, and I should be way more acknowledging of that than I have been. Nevertheless, I am looking forward it, albeit with trepidation. I dont need or want to be rich, I just want to have enough money to buy an exotic car and kill myself in it like James Dean. Rant?/Rave?: When I did get a few winks of sleep last night i had a dream I was walking around in a clown outfit on the set of Everybody Loves Raymond. What does it mean?
Rant: had a weird dream last night that me and el husband had to share a bed with my sister and my brother in law (though oddly not the correct match of sister and her husband), and then they left in disgust because we started having sex. ......I'm sure a therapist would have a lot of fun with that one.
MOTHER FUCKING RANT: My mother in law took my daughter on a trip, a 2 hour flight to Vancouver for a week, because her sister from India was there for a week. I had absolutely no problem with this, I would of let her take our daughter to India if she asked. Our ONE FUCKING RULE was the my father in law was not to drive, he originally wasn't going. He could barely get out of the vehicle at the airport he was going through withdrawals so bad, hardcore alcoholic. We made it very clear before they left that if we heard that he was in the drivers seat even once while our daughter was in the car that she would basically not be aloud to be alone with our daughter for a very long time. Well we get a call last night that he was in a very minor accident with a parked car with our daughter in the car. She broke the one fucking rule we gave her, and worst of all, when they landed she put him down as the driver for the rental, so she intended to lie to us the entire time.
Rant: I have got to learn to get my shit together and separate myself from this job emotionally. It is already becoming a problem, which I recognize but still need to learn to cope with. I get to see a tiny glimpse into a person's life during some of the worst times of their existence. Why am I crying this time? Oh, just the "special" young woman who reminds me a lot of my neice. Fuck. Rave: since the epidural i have been feeling better and have been able to tend to my garden. Talk about therapeutic. I am able to truly reflect and think and work through shit. It has been a very helpful activity in terms of mental health.
RAVE: My wife showed up at my job one day last week just as I was getting out of the car to go inside. She tried to get in the car but I got the door closed and locked. She grabbed my shirt hard enough to yank off a button and rip my t-shirt. She also grabbed the key fob and threw my phone. In the course of it all she yanked so hard that she fell backward and almost pulled me down with her. She never let go of my shirt though. She immediately claimed I had pushed her down. Fortunately, another employee saw it all and called the police. She had already gone back home so they arrested her there. My wife spent the night in jail and I got a restraining order against her. Why is that a rave? Because I left the house three weeks ago and she has threatened all kinds of things against me, especially accusing me of abuse. That's all over now. I slept like the dead last night at the hotel. Now for the lawyer. RAVE: One of the conditions I asked for and was granted in the order was to get my truck back from her. I had been driving the kids' car and then her car since I left. It feels really good to have my truck again.
Rave: Man, between getting to meet and interview two artists I've admired for years and securing an interview with another one - two of which are very likely/hopefully to be the key to making something that's been in the works for months come together and lead to a fucking lifelong dream coming true, getting to at least for now continue being able to afford - at $45 a month - the insurance that covers the cost of a chronic disorder that would kill me if gone untreated, unexpectedly meeting an intriguing gentleman, AND a new season of RuPaul's Drag Race starting tonight it has been a very good week. Edit: AND season 3 of Grace and Frankie came out today?? I am crumbling under the weight of all these #blessings
Rant: Another damn rejection for a job interview that I thought went well. This was my first interview of the year, and last year I went 2/15 in receiving offers for jobs that I interviewed for. Maybe if I start sending out more applications I can do even worse this year than I did last year! I desperately need something to rave about.
Rant: Jumped the pond and officially have started the clock on my 3rd deployment. 2nd to this particular area. Just the smells were enough to make me despondent. Rave: Free water everywhere! Also just getting here, smelling the smells, feeling the heat, kicks on the deployment mode. Head down, get work done, will time to pass. Things just get easier.
Rant: The fire alarm has gone off three times in my apartment complex tonight, three different times, and each time its due to something stupid like someone pulling the fire alarm because they think its funny or using the fire extinguisher because its fun, or fuck who knows what else. Its 1:21. I am not happy. The people who live here are assholes, and yes, because I am tired and annoyed I will accept the logical implication of that.
RAVE: I had a very nice young lady send me this tonight: Life is so much better since my wife told me I had to leave.
Rant: I haven't had a cigarette in 6 days, and I feel like I'm going to die. I've smoked on and off for the last 12 years, and this is the worst that I have ever felt while trying to quit. It makes no sense, either. I have gone through periods that lasted longer while smoking heavier than I did in the previous one, and it was never as hard as this. I guess it could be because in this instance I'm doing it while not going through some kind of transition, like moving back in with my mom. Rave: I still maintain that it's not as hard as giving up carbs or sweets. Rant: I have already gained 4 pounds. I need to cut way back on the carbs and give up the sweets.
Rave: Anyone else wake up at 5:30 on Monday to multiple texts from supervisors stating that work is closed? No? Just me? I will take it!
Rant: Broke a big toe on Sunday by slipping on a step and stubbing it (hard) while running a load of laundry up the stairs. Could be worse but hobbling around isn't fun. Rave: Brother has planned my bachelor party to take place on a rented house boat on a nice lake up North in July. Rant: Paused my job hunt for awhile. Its just frustrating.
RANT: A FUCKING RAT DIED IN THE DASH BOARD OF MY TRANS AM. My worst nightmare has come true. What did I ever do to deserve this? RANT: Due to some kind of catastrophic fuckup at the state Attorney General's office, I just got a letter saying that I owe $32,000 in back child support (which is untrue; I've been paying it since I got divorced). In addition, they are charging me interest on it, to the tune of $95 a month. Serious question: Who gets that interest? The state, or my ex-wife? Rave: I'm off tomorrow, so I can drink as much as I want tonight. Plus, Jungle Julia is going to start her period any day now, so I don't have to pull out for the next few days.
RAVE: Might get a restaurant up and going soon. Money's there, concept is done, staff are waiting to be given the order to quit their current jobs and roll on over to the winning team. Just gotta find a location with a parking lot and room for a patio.
My cousin was found dead in a field last night. She'd had a long history of drug abuse; my hope is that she died quickly of an overdose. As horrible as that is, it's much better than what I fear happened.
Rant: Crazy girl in my student group is out to make me look like a jerk but has nothing on me. Literally all her claims against me are easily shot down, but that doesn't seem to matter to her.... Oh well, I'll let her act crazy in front of the rest of the student group and it'll take care of itself. Rave: 10:30pm, girl tells me she wants to hang out after work, we need more condoms, 10:40pm condoms bought Edit: She's not a stripper, shes a student back off. She's actually an ER receptionist, which explains the last hours