RAVE: Went Skydiving for the first time on Sunday. It was fucking awesome. Didn't get to pull the chute but steered the Parachute doing 360 turns and basically going horizontal. One time was good for me, but if I could easily go a second time, that'd be awesome.
RANT Might need to look for a second job. Didn't get as many shifts on the new roster as I had hoped for. We're overstaffed
RANT: Turns out that there may be some serious issues with the latest version of the Porsche Cayenne's, and I've heard rumours of an upcoming major recall from some of the Porsche engineers I work with. Some required work may not be fully covered. Fun times. RAVE: I don't have one, so I get to chuckle at my friends that do. Yep, I'm That Guy.
Rave: Seroquel's a hell of a drug. Rant: A friend dyed her hair red and now I desperately want to fuck her. History dictates the following progression: Step 1) fall in love with skinny nerd red head. Step 2) sex. Step 3) things get awkward because I emotionally over-commit. #winning!
Rant: MNF, Someone said something earlier about retards throwing candy at eachother*... I'm pretty sure thats what was going on here. Spoiler What kind of dumbass shit was that for a prime time football game? Fucking 12 to 7? And the Ravens are supposed to have the best defense in the league? Rave: 2 bottles of wine and a couple o' beers later and who gives a flying fuck! Still laughing my ass off at that mental image. Does that make me a horrible person? No... I don't think so
Rant: Spoiler Video games... STOP. LOCKING. THE. HARDEST. DIFFICULTY. Seriously. It's great that you think I'm not a loser and probably can't handle the intensity of your game as it must be the first one I've ever played. "Oh no. So much button pushing. How can I push two buttons at a time?! Damn you DEMON GAME! You are my Everest!" Why must I play through the game once before I can play it on the difficulty I want? You let me choose an easier difficulty but not a harder one. Maybe you're thinking even if the game's not too challenging I should enjoy the story anyways. If all I wanted was a story then I'd read a book or watch a movie. The reason I'm playing a video game instead of watching a movie is because THEY ARE FUCKING INTERACTIVE. If all you've done is sell me a movie that requires me to push A to continue every 2 minutes because I have to unlock the fun part then you can go fuck yourself. Fuck you and fuck me for being mad at such a stupid thing.
Rave: initially had concerns over NewGirl's willingness to experiment in the sack. Those concerns have been well and truly put to bed. Girl is a freak in some of my favourite ways. TMI Raveseriously, no need to click unless you enjoy the voyeuristic sensation of knowing intimate details of stranger's sex lives. And you want to read my bragging). Spoiler For much of my life, my average stamina whilst sober and without condoms has been about 20 minutes. Never a huge issue because a) I love going down and start just about every encounter that way, and my ex's had at least one O before actual fucking commenced; and b) I was almost never sober. 10 minutes after getting home from work and I'd be two scotches deep and sinking fast, which is great for your stamina if not your liver. Still, although I was never neurotic about it, 20 minutes doesn't exactly earn you bragging rights. I'm not sure if it's because I've changed my lifestyle to include exercise / a healthy diet for the last month, or a natural consequence of getting older, (or fear of impregnating a girl that isn't on BC,) but every time (and we're in the double digits now) with NewGirl I've lasted an hour easy, and could pretty much go indefinitely. She is impressed, to say the least. Shit, I'm impressed with myself. After a 7 month dry spell, I needed the ego boost. Rant: after having some of the best sex of my life last night, (and incidentally babysitting an 18 month all weekend), I freaked out at the stupidity of using the pull out 'method'. She took the morning after pill to soothe my paranoia and then had to go home sick from work running a temperature and feeling generally shit. I feel like a total prick because she's having to bear all the consequences. (She is ok with having unprotected sex and relying on the pull out method. After seeing what parenting is actually like for a weekend, I am not. Of course, I should have realized this before the sex, not after. Fucking hormones, I know better.) Rave: making it up to her with (what will hopefully be) an incredibly nice dinner at a 5 star restaurant tomorrow night.
RANT: Yesterday, I finally went bra shopping for the first time in over a year. And while I found some seriously comfortable bras, I came to a depressing realization. The bigger my boobs (and thus, my bra size) get, the less attractive and more generic the available bras are, and I'm not willing to drop $70+ per bra for the high end brands that still make pretty bras above a C cup. Sigh.
Rant: Women. They still don't seem to understand if they're packing C cups or larger we could care fuck all what the bra looks like. We're going to do everything in our power to take it off as quickly as possible anyway. It could have pictures of Scooby fucking Doo for all we care. Rave: I think "Scooby Doo" Bras might be a million dollar idea.
Rant: I got hit by a car today while I was on my bike. To avoid this very scenario, I ride on the sidewalk the entire way to and from school. This asshat tapped me in a driveway, even though he was stopped fully. He started when I was in front of him. So, he taps me and it physically moves my bike into the street in front of him, but I don't fall over. I quickly get out of the street to avoid getting hit again by oncoming 45mph traffic, turn around and look....and the asshat checks his rear mirror and zooms away. Rave: that protruding bone in my ankle got rammed against the metal of my bike and it aches and is a little bruised, but I'm not seriously hurt. edit: when I say driveway, it was the driveway to a small apartment complex. But yes, I could probably still find out where he lives and shit on his porch.
RANT: I knew I wasn't going to ace the test I just took, but I definitely studied enough to do "well." But nope, I choked, started second guessing myself, let myself get flustered, and probably got a pretty shitty grade. Was it advanced physics, chemistry, calculus? Oh no, friends, it was "History of Jazz." The bulk of my studying involved listening to music from the 40's. Benny Goodman, you clarinet-playing cocksucker.
Rant: Bras suck. They're itchy, uncomfortable, and if you have an A cup like I do, wholly unnecessary except as dictated by prudish society.
Rant: My mother. Jesus Fuckin Christ. I swear, I should be Jewish. Rant: Now I need to start attending writing classes so I can potentially look for a 'Throw Mama From the Train" scenario. Any takers, feel free to PM me.
Rant: Last day in New Zealand. Have to go back to work on Monday and I have to shave my beard off. Well it was good while it lasted. Rave: Only two weeks back at work before I go away for another two weeks to play cricket for the Air Force.
Rave: Well holy shit. You people are real. And by real, I mean I'm currently training one of you at my gym.
Rant/Rave- Occupy Atlanta is coming to an end. Rave because I believe your intentions were good. Rant because you had no leadership or formal agenda and refused to speak with reps from your district. That's how the British Empire came down. Easy as sleeping in a park and all your problems disappear.
Rave: Ladies, as per requests, head to the workout thread. I'm pretty proud of my workouts thus far and they're starting to show. Rant: Ground school started today. I learned more about the instructors history than I did about my aircraft. Not too good, but at least his stories kept me awake.
RANT: An exam I took in one of my grad school courses I was convinced I killed came back as an 88. 2 of the questions I got wrong were complete jokes and open to interpretation despite being a MC exam. My professor naturally didn't relent cause he is a pompous tool and only cares about the class for telling far fetched stories. RANT: I'm really losing all motivation for my coursework. I'm just past half done with my MBA and I just want to be done. Ive basically become a grade monger and could care less about learning half the shit. Maybe it will get better once I get into some of the specialized courses for my concentration but right now all I care about is the diploma and graduating with a significantly higher GPA than I putzed around with in undergrad. RAVE: Halloween is days away. My costume is amusing and relatively comfortable. That works for me.
RANT: Self-inflicted wounds. You know the problem with bad decisions? You don't know they're bad until you've made them. RANT: Occupy Wall St thread got closed because of retardo-politics. Shame, this would have been a perfect link to post in there and counter some of the arguments. Spoiler http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/blogs/taibblog/owss-beef-wall-street-isnt-winning-its-cheating-20111025 Matt Taibbi is the man.