Rave: Pear cider tastes just like ginger ale, and that shit is delicious. Rant: Booze plus orgasm usually means sleep, even more so when the other party can't stay so I have the bed to myself. Wtf body, get your shit straight.
I've read some Fazoli's hate on here in the past. I never joined in because I can't ever remember eating at one, but today I drove past one and saw a sign. Among other changes, it advertised "REAL Forks and Knives!", and I thought to myself that if you aren't McDonald's and you feel the need to advertise the new availability of real silverware in your restaurant, you should be operating your store in a trailer park. Rant: Oh, my dad split with his gf of 8 years, and is now admitting he thinks he has depression, something anyone with half a clue could have told him a year ago; my brother has incredibly severe and worsening palmar hyperhydrosis (meaning that most of the day, his hands are literally dripping wet with sweat). Both keep having emotional breakdowns, and I can't because I am the guy who has to keep his shit cool while everyone else is running around losing theirs. Cheerio, boyo!
Damn, where do you live? Oh, sorry, RAVE: I left work early. I'm fucking tired, already at 54 hours for the week. Screw you guys, I'm going home.
Rave: Goodbye drinks yesterday were awesome, caught up with a heap of people. Rave: Not entirely sure how I managed it but I've come out the other end nearly unscathed and ready to start again.
Rave: one of the best weekends in Bali. Drag show that was hilariously entertaining, awesome fresh fish in Jimbaran, a fire dance, some quiet time on a beach and some fucking fantastic mushrooms. The Avengers tonight and more beach time today. 2nd rave: Paid for my 1st term of grad school & books, out of pocket=no loans. $805. If I can find a decent job, I can finish this degree with no loans whatsoever. I'm so fucking happy to say that when The Girlfriend is considering a total of $90,000 in loans for her master's on top of her bachelor's. Rant: Mushrooms and laksa do not do good things to one's stomach and the Goddamned AC breaks on the last week we are here. Brutal times.
Jesus. I come from a very white, small-town, WASP-y family (although most are primarily Catholic). Everyone in my extended family is a level-headed contributing member of society. No one has kids before they're married, everyone finishes school, there's no drama at family functions, etc. Even the alcoholics are highly functional and never lose a job or a marriage due to drinking. Except for one of us. I have a cousin who's the antithesis of all that. High school drop out, knocked up out of wedlock, white trash drug addict. However, until now it's always been discreetly talked about and not dragged around publicly for all to see. As of about ten minutes ago, my cousin finally updated her Facebook Page after about three years of never touching it. Her six status updates in a row detailed what drugs she was doing (ground up pain pills, crack), who she was buying them from (she gave names), where she was buying them from (she gave addresses), the fact that she had prostituted herself for drugs and the knowledge that she was killing herself in front of her daughter to do it. I really can't begin to express how out of character such a thing is for my family, or how floored I am that it's this bad. I knew it was this bad, but for her to show that SHE knows it's this bad is brutal. Man, I don't think it's possible for any of us to help her. She's burned every bridge and I can't see anyone coming around to her aid even with these disclosures. Her parents took custody of her daughter last year, she's been sent to rehab (and failed), and now the family cut off contact. It's so sad she couldn't have this kind of forthrightness back when people were still willing to help. I guess she sinks or swims on her own.
Rave: Saw the 2 Skinnee J's live for the first time last night. Holy shit, was that fun. MiniRant: Wow, their opening bands sucked hard. Rave: After that, went to Bedlam in the LES for a birthday. Now, Bedlam is a dark, dingy place with creepy people, but I'll be damned if we didn't gogo dance to "Call Me Maybe". We are not real adults. Rant: Woke up so fucked, I had a mcdonalds breakfast. Bad life decisions.
RAVE: Accepted an offer on the house, went into escrow Friday. I should be home in Mississippi in a month or so. RAVE: I tend to injure myself a lot less in Mississippi. RANT: My aunt that lived across from me in MS. died while I was up here and my entire family moved away. I'm now directly related to no one there. RANT: Another fucking cross country drive. With a loud parrot. Fuck. Maybe I'll stop off in Vegas again for a week or so. HUGE RANT: I found out a couple of weeks ago that my main house in MS was broken into and ransacked. 2 houses in MS, 2 break ins. Nice.
Rant: My wife is really upset and spent a good hour crying because her iPhone is dead. She was shopping, she put it in her purse, and when she took it out, it was dead. She plugged it in when she got home, but it still didn't work. At first she was angry, until she remembered all the pictures of our daughter that she has on there and she got really upset at the idea of losing them. Rave: Bought an extra warranty, so we can get it fixed or replaced, but she is still really upset about losing those pictures. Rant: My Game of Thrones recording got interrupted when the power went out. Fuck. Rave: This is how church went this morning: Baby in car seat: This is the most comfortable I've ever been. Mother-in-law: Can I hold her? Wife: Sure Baby out of car seat: What the fucking fuck? AAAARRRGGGHHH! Father-in-law: Aww, did that crazy lady wake you up? Me: *laughing at the crying baby and my father-in-law calling my mother-in-law crazy in the middle of church, avoiding dirty looks from older people*
Rave: Leaving for SC tomorrow. Rant: Driving with potentiallysoontobe MIL in same car. Rave: Headphones. Rant: I can't drink to take the edge off. Rave: I'm going to get it in today while laying by the pool between shifts.
Rave:Got to my mates house in Brisbane ok after a few wrong turns and around 15 hours of driving. Good to be out of Townsville. Rant: Possible speeding fine, the camera flashed but we'll have to see what comes in the mail. Sneaky fucker was in a black van hiding under a light that wasn't working.
Rant: Calling up a client to tell them I'll be late on delivery is like punching myself in the gut. Rave: 48 hours from pushing the canoe off shore and paddling. I am packed and ready to get the fuck outta Dodge. Rave: My roommate had a friend visit for the weekend and he brough his miniature Pinscher and Pit Bull/Staffordshire mix with. Both were very well trained and awesome dogs and they had a blast playing with my other roommate's big ass German Shepherd/Akita mix. They played well the whole time and nobody got humped or bit.
In the state of Mississippi, I believe this to be impossible. Rave: The backyard is all squared away, for this season at least. Got the entire patio, pool coping and decking pressure washed this weekend, the new patio furniture set up, and the spa scrubbed and vacuumed (but I still need to replace the rubber jet heads). There's some big project landscaping that needs to be done, but it'll have to wait until next year. Just not in the budget right now (installation of French drains, removing 4 large shrubs and their roots and replanting that area as well as making adjustments to the sprinkler system, resodding part of the yard) and it's way more than I can do by myself. This weekend, laying down fresh loam and mulch in the front so the Mrs. can do her planting thing before her family arrives the following Friday. Not really looking forward to emptying a pickup bed full of loam and then mulch one shovel at a time. My lower back is already pissed off at me.
RAVE: After 2 years of sending reasonable requests to a product dept regarding a security hole they clearly didn't want to address. I got fucking pissed last friday and emailed their CEO with a detailed bug report. The response I got this morning from their Director of Development: "As you've pointed out, we now understand that the current behavior represents a significant security hole. We intend to close the hole in the following manner." About. Fucking. Time. You're welcome, I'm here all week if you want my input on how to make your product more secure. Your Product Managers clearly have no fucking idea what they're doing.
Rave: Just got back from our interview with INS, and my wife's greencard status was approved! Rant: Nearly threw up when the interviewer said we didn't file something correctly, but ended up approving it anyway. Rave: A week from this Saturday, we get to have our big wedding with family and friends from both our sides. People are coming from all over the world to celebrate this day with us!
Rant = (white whine) Morocco is lonely as fuck. It's not safe for a single female to walk around in Tangiers, and I'd probably get lost if I walked more than 100 meters away from my hotel. So I'm stuck in the bar, looking out at the Strait and kind of wishing I was back in Madrid. Also, I forgot a 3-prong adapter, so I can't charge my laptop for a while. Rave = I leave for Portugal tomorrow. No more being alone - hooray! ? = Last night, an old French retiree hit on me with this: "So will we have the opportunity to sleep together before you leave? What kind of mood are you in?" I didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or run away.