Rant: I just completely fell on my ass. I have a bruise that is bleeding. No one was around me and no one saw me do it, so as far as I am concerned, it never fucking happened. But my ass is sore. I hate everything.
Rant: Oh come on! Why the hell does my Page 2 link at ESPN.com have to share space with ESPN W? Get your OWN tab, ESPN W! Stop ruining my life.
Rave: I was told this my first time in school, but oh my god class is so much easier when you just show the fuck up. And teachers are far more understanding with you. Who knew a little effort paid off?
Rant: Was working in the shop today when suddenly there was a very loud bang and my right leg buckled at the knee. The guy working on the chassis bench behind me had been using a 3in hand held grinder and the wheel broke, half of that wheel hit me in the back of the knee. Rave: Luckily the non jagged side is the side that somehow hit so it didn't slice the back of my knee open doing who knows what damage, have a baseball size bruise already but at least I'm not in the hospital.
Rave: So an update on this... I put my Droid in rice for a couple of days and so far (knock on wood), it works perfectly fine except that the on/off button doesn't work so I have to take the battery out to get it to turn off - yes, that's a pain in the ass but I'm just so happy that the damn thing works that I'll take a jacked up on/off button any day.
Ho. Lee. Fuckballs. This shit is jet fucking fuel. I am zinging all over the place and talking at least two miles a minute maybe even more... RAVE.
Rave: Fucked up a 10% assignment because we forgot to add in a section. We had all the numbers right, just not this section. FUCK
Rave The Idiot Board had it's best google advertisement yet just now: "Searching for BBW Romance?" ...Beee-oootiful. EDIT: Apologies. I'm techtarded and don't know how to capture it.
Rant: I have a "buddy date" for valentines day with a girl I've fallen for hard, but am clearly and completely friend-zoned. Rave: Casual lunch date tomorrow with one of the hottest girls I've ever seen. Not sure what I'm doing, but something's going right. Later followed by happy hour with some friends and then DRUNK COSMIC BOWLING WOOOOOO!!! Rant: Have to wake up at 4:30 am Saturday morning after what is going to be a weird Friday night. I know 4:30 am might be what some of you do on the weekly, but for me this is a big deal, okay? Rave: ... To shred the gnar. First freestyle ski competition, going to get completely stomped (especially since one of the guys I'm competing against just signed a pro deal) but its going to be fun as hell. Rave: Started lifting, swimming, and eating healthy for the first time in my life. It's been a week, and I feel awesome.
RAVE: Did my first Crossfit class RAVE: Was the fastest in the class during the sprints RANT: Pulled something in my right ass cheek while sprinting. RAVE: Had some Vicoden's left over so I'm feeling pretty good right now. RANT: Apparently my abs suck because the V Ups about damn near killed me. RAVE: All in all, not bad for being mid 30's
Rave: Saw the Black Keys last night Rant: Spoilered for boring drama TL;DR My wife is a jealous person who likes to drink and start fights with me. Spoiler My wife is bad in crowds. She gets anxiety. We've met some of my friends from work there and I'm having a good time but going back and forth between them and my her. For brief periods she comes over and dances with me, establishes that she's my wife with sloppy kisses and then buggers off to stand in the back. The concert is coming to an end. One of the guys girlfriend is about 4'11". The guys were taking turns letting her sit on their shoulders so she could see. One of the guys is too drunk to support her and is about to drop her. Me being Captain Save A Ho, I volunteer. Having a good time dancing to the last song. Up walks my wife, venom in her eyes as if she's caught me out fucking this girl. I dance out the last of the song and then put the girl down. She calls my cell and says that she's taking our cab home. Mind you its snowing and there is no way I'm getting home without this cab. I ask her to wait. When I get to the cab stand she says she has only agreed to wait because she didn't want me stranded in case this girl didn't want to fuck me. Mind you her boyfriend was standing next to me while she's on my shoulders and we're laughing about how wriggly she is. This is totally fucking innocent. She wanted to argue about it when we got home. I told her it was after midnight and I was going to bed as I had to get up the next morning for work and she didn't. She decided to sleep on the couch. Whatever. She wakes up this morning raring for a fight. Excited even. I'm sleeping in as long as possible. She says 'So you're not even going to apologize? You don't want to talk about it, you don't care about my feelings. You should just leave.' I told her that I wasn't going to start my day like that. I was going to work and we'd talk about it tonight. This isn't the first time with her jealousy just fucking ruining an otherwise enjoyable evening. I've been accused of fucking her boss, girls in shopping queue's, people on trains, the operations manager at my workplace... So much so that I basically come home every night at the same time, go to work at the same time and never go out on the weekend unless she is right next to me. FML
Work sucks in a way hard to describe. I just turned 32, have been out of law school for a bit under 4 years, licensed in 2 states, and i'm stuck in docu review land. Which used to not be so bad, but has been getting worse and worse and worse over time until it makes me want to cry inside. So lately I've been making the absurdly long drive to a casino in CT (MA is due to have one in a few years finally) to practice my No Limit Hold 'em cash game. Which seems to be improving and I think may wind up being profitable. At least as a supplement, but let me tell you, I'd rather make a living playing poker than doc review at this point. At least I enjoy NLHE and it feels like my skill actually affects my outcome, unlike my actual job. Yes, my skill matters more in a gambling game than at work. Bleh.
RANT/RAVE: When I first started seeing the girl she liked giving head more than getting. RANT: When I would try and go down on her she would pull me up. RAVE: She won't admit it but she loves it now!