RANT: Southern Boy and I were in Costco today and I happened to glance at the container holding the boxes for people to use when hauling away their loot. Then I started thinking about ex-Mr. Pink and I going to Costco back in Seattle and bringing home new boxes for Quint to play with every few weeks. On the way to the car I went silent to try and quelch the sobs I knew was coming. Southern Boy went to return the cart and as soon as I sat in the car I started wailing. The poor guy, he got in the car, saw I was crying and freaked, thinking he had done something to upset me. It's been almost three months since he died. Shit, I haven't cried like that for a person dying since I was about 14 years old. Fuck you, world. Fuck you hard. I can't believe I'm mourning so badly over a cat.
Rave: I was out coyote hunting today and didn't see shit, but it was good to walk around in the snow with a rifle regardless. Rant: Just thinking about my brother pisses me off. He still sucks. Rave: Bourbon, Jackass 3.5, and a big fuzzy dog at my feet is a good combination.
RAVE: And what's that? There are all the episodes of MacGyver and Airwolf, too? Well holy shit. My son will grow up to be... just like me.
RAVE: Motherfucking Robotech is on netflix? Rant: Bye, productivity. EDIT: Rave: Macross Plus too? Damn. I didn't know Bryan Cranston from Breaking Bad was a voice actor for Macross Plus either.
RANT: Some motherfucker keeps dicking with my laundry. I go to empty my load out of the community dryers, and the doors are already propped open. My whites are wet, and the colors aren't even warm. It doesn't even make sense - no one else has anything in the room, so people must either be heating their towels or keeping wet clothes around until they hear someone start the dryers up. From now on, I'm checking my shit multiple times per cycle and carrying garbage bags with me. If I catch someone's shit drying on my dime, they'll get the pleasure of picking their clothes out of the fucking Dumpster. Yes, first world problems.
Rave: I'm an Aunt! Baby Lydia was born perfectly healthy. Rave: Great weekend. I went horseback riding both days. I also found out that I really like Whipped Cream Vodka. Rant: There is a State Trooper that sits at the intersection next to my office. He sits there so he can walk up, and down the lanes of traffic to write seat belt tickets. I was wearing my seat belt, but he decided to write me a $116.00 ticket for my window tint instead. We did not have a good conversattion.
Rave: $7,500 back on my taxes for last year. Rant: This will likely be my last year in that bracket. Oh well. Rave: An idiot I am friends with on FB is sharing pics of his newborn son. I am so happy for him and kinda wanting another midget. I must be nuts.
Rant: Now I remember why I exercise in the privacy of the night. I do NOT appreciate being honked at and yelled at. What the fuck is wrong with people?
Rant: I kinda sorta missed you Idiots. Rave: y'all are funny, and I've got months of threads to catch up on.
Rant: I've started playing Starcraft II again. So, I decided that I needed a soundtrack to play while I was blowing shit up. I go into Itunes, create new playlist, and type in 'Starcraft 1.' Then I stare at it and realize that my wife now uses my Itunes and that I will hear no end of shit for having a playlist dedicated to Starcraft. So I rename it 'Kick Ass 1.' Then I think 'Jesus Christ, when did I get this lame?' Then I thought 'Holy fuck, have I always been this lame?' And the answer, like the booming voice of God (which I always imagine is just like James Earl Jones' voice) replies 'Yes, VI, you are that fucking lame.' Thanks God for telling me I'm lame. Jerk. RAVE: I have never been so interested in the weather on Channel 10 NBC in Philadelphia since Sheena Parveen came onboard. She is quickly climbing my 'will bang even if it leads to immediate divorce list.' Not sure which one of my five I'll bump for Sheena, but it may become necessary.
Rant: What a fucking drive home. I don't know why plows and salt trucks got cut from the budget this year, but JESUS. Those fucking hills and second fucking gear with my RWD sports car do NOT get along. My car shook its ass all the way home. Ridiculous. Rave: Tranny sex toys. I'm not sure why, but I've been giggling for the last 10 minutes about this. Spoiler
Rave: I just got a check in the mail from my aunt for Christmas/my birthday, and I've decided to use it to get my next tattoo that I've been trying to get for nearly a year on Saturday! I'm so excited. I'm going to an all-girl run place in Bumfuck, Queens called Beaver Tattoo (GET IT?!) but I couldn't not go to a place like that. I'm getting it on my ribs, which I've heard fucking hurts whereas my last two were more or less painless, so I'm a little nervous... It's small and just a black outline without shading, though, so hopefully it won't be awful.
Rant: I feel like I've lost contact with most of my friends from college with the exception of 3 or 4 of them. The weirdest part is, I'm the one that lives somewhat far away. They all live in close proximity to one another and they still don't see each other either. Nature of the beast I guess...
Rant: Fucking IT vendors. I requested a quote on a product that costs about $550, said alternate brand was fine if they didn't have the one I mentioned. Three different vendors came back with quotes for $5000+ - all the quotes would do the job - but the all want to pimp a brand that costs literally 10 times as much to do the exact same fucking thing. Rave: Had a voicemai from a support guy at another company that started off super professional 'Hi, my name is blah from company, I'm calling in regards to storage cluster R-... Fuck. I just had it. Shit, I just said fuck. Shit! Sorry. I'm really sorry. Shi.. I'm really sorry. I'm calling regards to storage cluster <name>.' I looked at the clock - it's like midnight where he's calling from. Poor guy. I laughed my balls off listening to him panic.
Not quite sure: Currently making tilapia and bacon. Because fuck it, that's why. Rant: It's been a shit day followed by a shit workout. Tomorrow can only get better. Rave: My brother has apparently been saving the little money he makes to buy pizza and coke and stuff to throw me a Super Bowl party. This means I won't be going out, but I'll have more fun watching it with him anyway.
Rave: Co-worker lent me Battlestar Galactica on Blu-Ray. Watched Disc One, the two part mini-series opening/pilot and I fucking love it. Man its always good to go back and watch great TV. This is going in the rotation with Justified, Homeland, Boardwalk Empire, and Mad Men.
Rant: I'm absolutely terrified right now. My psycho neighbor is standing outside of my door singing songs.
Rant: It turns out that 235,000 miles is all an alternator on a 2004 Silverado will last. Rave: Same alternator can be changed in 30 minutes in the parking lot of an Autozone while driving through random city coasting into the lot after limping there from jumping the battery three times in 45 minutes and running only one red light to keep from stalling out again to get there 15 minutes before they close.
Rave: I am one pound away from having lost 10% of my body weight in the past four months, and I am now thinner than I have been in the past five years. Weight Watchers is tits.