Rant: Kidney stones. Fuck kidney stones. Fuck fuck fuck. Rave: I feel like I may be the only guy in the world who is getting laid MORE now that the wife and I have a kid. Can't explain it, but our sex life has exploded in the past couple of weeks. I guess her hormones are just different right now. Rant: She doesn't want another kid right now (and neither do I), and I haven't had to use condoms since high school. God damn, I forgot how much I hate condoms.
Rant: for fuck's sake, I know work sucks for you right now, but stop letting it ruin your entire life and damage our relationship.
Rant: Stupid, fucking ludicrous Catholic wedding bullshit. God fucking dammit this is turning into a shit-show. Rave: Yay for dirty sex in a hotel room for the next three days! The Girlfriend and I have much catching up to do.
RANT: The utter fiasco that was Bloc 2012. The line up was so blisteringly good, never before have I seen a festival completely fuck up ee very possible aspect of organisation. I got to see 1.5 bands and spend 4 hours in various queues for toilets, drinks, entry to the festival, entry to each tent, before 3 of the stages were closed before the headlining acts. It has now taken nearly 3 hours to finally get home. Fuck you BLOC.
RANT: That I-might-be-getting-sick-I'm-not-sure feeling. Luckily I'm about to drink a whole bunch of beer, which, of course, has been clinically proven to ward off illness.
Rant: I am so fucking sick of roaches. Each of my apartments has had a different pest. First it was mice, then it was ants, now it's roaches. I think I prefer the mice. At least they can be cute. But I'm so over roaches. Especially since I'm the only person who does anything about them, including scheduling an exterminator and his followup visits. But the worst part is the nocturnal massacres that I do every night. I've turned into a cold hearted monster and I feel like one of those movie scenes about Vietnam where a solider open fires with his machine gun, only with Raid. And I've started playing mind games with them. I don't even know if you can play mind games with roaches, but I try. If there are two in sight, I'll kill one and say to the other "Go. Tell the others what you saw here today." Or just now I had to smoosh one, because we don't have any more Raid, and I smushed only half of it because I wanted his friends and family to watch him suffer. But they didn't seem to care. Because they are the worst. I don't even know who I am anymore.
Rave: I don't post much but today had a few afternoon moments free and felt I had something to contribute to 4 threads. They were right up my alley. I squeezed in 3 quick ones (lob) and went to work. Yay! Look at me go. Rant: I checked later and none of them took. The thoughts and words are gone. Oh well, I tried. Maybe Monday night when all those threads are dead I'll have time to remember the posts that almost were.
Rant: We have AC at work, but it is still 85 degrees in there. The entire front and side of the building are windows, and the sun beats in, heating the place. Customers are constantly complaining, as if it isn't significantly worse. Rave: Relaxed dress code today. No ties, and we can wear shorts if they look good. Rant: Only shorts I own are basketball shorts, so long pants it is.
Rant: Can't seem to delete this post, nor post in another thread... Edit for the umpteenth time: No freaking idea what was going wrong, but now it's fixed itself. Only I still don't know how to delete my own post.
Rant: Insomnia. Rant: Insomnia. Rant: Insomnia. I know it was a repetitive rant. Just seemed very important.
RaveFucking turned in my final assignment for the semester I just spent in Barcelona. It's been weighing on me for six months and NOW IT IS FUCKING GONE. I need a gospel choir stat. Rant: My professor and her TA have said, alternately, that the assignment (and all the grade reports) was due both on and by today's date. Here's fuckin hoping it's on. Rave:I'm gonna go get drunk.
Rant: the dealership jacked up one of my aftermarket lugnuts and can't find a replacement. Now I'm searching for 1 single Project Kics R40 12x1.5mm Neo Chrome lugnut. I don't want to have to buy a full set because they run about $225. But hey, $225 is probably better than having my wheel fall off when I'm driving...
Rant/Rave: I Love you, Tasha....I hate you Tasha. I i......iiiiiiii I wish I could be what you wanted.
Rant: I'm not going to see Slipknot tomorrow... Rave: because I have standards. Found out the boy had a small coke habit he was trying to hide. I laughed at him for trying to deceive me and told him to go fuck himself. I'm just happy I caught on fairly quickly. Rave: Good friends who keep me motivated and call me out. Some of you are on this board, thank you.
Rant: Fucking Goddamned Catholic wedding bullshit! Rant: How fucking stupid was I to think that it wouldn't be bad to go to an Irish Catholic wedding sober? The fourteen year old table was my home away from home, discussing UFC, video games and how to avoid cooties. God fucking dammit. Rave: I know why LMFAO is popular and how to avoid dirty middle school bitches. Every day is a learning adventure.
Rave: Partied. Got drunk, went to a girl's house with friends, and got laid. Rant: She's fat. Not obese, but chunky. My friends think this is hilarious. "Omegaham's First Time Hogging" is going to be the shop's conversation for the next week. Rant: The hickeys on my neck are only fuel for the fire.
Rave: Friday consisted of going to World Of Beer and then having homemade pancakes made for me. Saturday I went to see Sinbad at the improv followed by UFC. So far so good. Rave: At some point on saturday the lady's cat thought it would be a good idea to jump on my leg, waking me up suddenly and causing me to kick out. The cat went flying in to a closet. It was hilarious.
Rant: Subject: attention whores This post is going to make it sound like I've turned gay but whatever; girls aren't even being subtle anymore. Last night at work these 2 chicks were running around the bar feeling each other up. Awesome. But it got real annoying real fast when they started handing their camera to random guys and making them take pictures while they did it. Even if there wasnt anyone taking pictures, they would literally just stare at groups of guys while grinding on each other to see if they were watching. No class. Another girl today posted a full body picture on Facebook of her in nothing but lingerie, captioned "new haircut!!." Which haircut? The brazillian? You aren't fooling anyone! Just ask what people think about your underwear if you're that desperate for compliments. I don't even know how it got in my feed, I'm not even friends with her.
Rave: needed to replace the TV in the family room, so I bought a Samsung 50" LED HDTV. But did I stop there? No. I decided to upgrade from a standard DVD to BD, but did I buy just a BD player? No. I bought a PS3 Modern Warfare bundle plus another wireless controller. But did I stop there? No. I thought it would be a good time to upgrade the receiver to the home theater system, so I bought a 500 watt Denon unit. Man, is this awesome.