RAVE: I just had the best weekend I've ever had in my life. I went to Niagara Falls with my girlfriend for my birthday, when we got there they upgraded us to a top floor suite for free. We had alot of kinky dirty sex, ate at a great resturant, had an excellent night on the strip and I got to see the Adam Beck Generating Station which was nice.
Rave: Spoilered for length. TL;DR - Not the father! Spoiler I'm not entirely sure how, but I've never even been vaguely in contention as even a possible father before. But I always knew there was a risk, even when using condoms. A girl I hooked up with a fair few times last year got pregnant. All our hookups were with condoms, and she and her primary partner weren't using condoms all the time - so the odds were always massively against it being me. The dates from the medical appointments were all pretty conclusively not me as well. Hell, i make WAY better money than the father, and he's the kind of guy who would still love her and the kid just as much even if it was biologically my kid. But since the father is half Asian, and she and I are both stupidly pale honkies - I was kind of dreading the kid coming out super pale. More for the questions in my head than anything else. I really don't want kids - but if I had nagging doubts that it was my kid? That'd kill me. Even though there was almost no possible way it was my kid it was still bugging me. Kid was born last night and he and his mother are both super healthy. The kid is also clearly part Asian.
Rant: That feeling when something really bad that's been happening is revealed, and that you said was probably happening...
Rant: Stupid fucking back is playing games at the moment. Flared up briefly last week and settled down quickly but it just flared up half an hour ago and appears to be settling in for the long haul.
Rave: After 2 weeks off to install a new floor, my gym is back up and running. The auxiliary gym was a piece of crap and I'm so glad to be back where I belong. Rant: I thought I'd celebrate another trip around the sun by fucking my knee six ways from Sunday at the aforementioned gym. Apparently my "Carlsberg years" include Icy Hot and Tylenol.
Rant: biting flies, what the mother effing fuck. I went wakeboarding in a saltwater creek near a marsh, and now I have three tumor looking bites that have swollen into the size and shape similar to that of a golf ball. I've been spraying myself with benadryl spray and rubbing in cortizone stuff, but man are they giant and scary looking. Rave: How good are poptarts for breakfast, no matter what your age?
Rave: "I like the taste of your cum more than I like A1. And I really like A1." Rave: "I don't see why your vagina isn't tan. It gets so much sun!" Rant: Job I had lined up, with a contract signed fell through. Fuck a duck.
Rave: Aside from mounting the tv, the basement is finished. House now needs a completed re-organization. Rant: Have to start the baby's room. Rant: Surgery in less than three weeks.
Rave: Second base (got cockblocked by ''that time of the month'') with a very cool chick last night. Quote of the date: ''oh this feels special, it's been a while since I've done anything with a man'' (referring to the fact that her past relationships were mostly with women). I don't know which deity is throwing bi girls at me all the time lately, but I'm not complaining. Rave: NAGA this weekend! If I win at least one match I'll be happy with myself.
Rant: MOTHERFUCKING ANTS IN MY CAR!!! Kill them with fire! Have you ever made an hour and a half drive while trying to kill swarms of ants that are creeping up your feet and legs? I have. Fuck. Rave: Birthday celebration for my dad tonight, and class was canceled, so I can be there. Happy 51st birthday, Dad! Rant: Where did all my money go? If someone finds it, please let me know. I miss it. Also, bitches be crazy. Begone with ye, nutter butters.
Rave: Russia was awesome. Rant: My mother and mother-in-law were along. My mother in law gave up drinking and now just eats. She hasn't gotten any exercise in forever, so she is now just fat, and slow. I think she should take up smoking, it would be better for her than eating I think. She just waddles now. My mother has gotten even more reactionary and absurd. In line at passport control in Russia, as they gave me extra scrutiny she started panicking, and saying that "they wouldn't let me in because I had too many stamps in my passport" Then later, she decided that maybe because my dad was a submarine captain, maybe we had been flagged. In addition, my sister, her fiance and kids were out last week. When we were out as a group, every few minutes, she would shout "where is X" when they were 5 feet away, and would have known if she had turned her head slightly to the left or right. She is also loud as hell, and has to be the center of attention. I think she has histrionic personality disorder.
RANT: Tried to open the window on the rear of my truck cab the other night. Cue AC separation while I'm going 40 miles an hour. We had a health inspection today from a private company. Anyone who has worked in the restaurant business knows that health inspectors are usually very strict in enforcing the health code down to the most trivial things. If the health department is staffed by Nazis, this company is the Gestapo. They call critical violation on things the county inspector wouldn't blink at. Cup with a lid and a straw on a non-food contact surface? Critical! Dirty ten-gallon steel pot sitting on a dirty floor? Critical. Touching a non-food contact surface while making eye contact with a food contact surface? Shut 'er down and call in the Hazmat team before someone contracts SuperAIDS and infects the entire planetary population. But hey, we passed and at the very least, if Joe Blow dines at our store and gets the shits three days later, those inspections will save me from getting laid off after he successfully sues the company for enough money to retire on and wipe his ass with. RAVE: The heat wave broke...kind of. I can walk from my door to my truck without breaking a sweat. Good enough for me.
I made a fuck up at work. Nothing consequential in any real sense, but the sort that might require a boss to send an embarrassing email to the client saying "yeah, that document we sent you had an incorrect number." I did this two days before my annual employee reviews, which also determines the size of my salary. I need a beer. Or twelve.
RANT: Anyone want to tell me what is so fucking difficult about putting the toilet paper ON THE FUCKING ROLL? This is the second person I've lived with in as many places who flat out refuses to undergo the monumental task of taking the finished toilet paper roll off the wall and replacing it with the new one - he either leaves it on the toilet or props it above the unused cardboard roll. It's sitting there right now in the bathroom as I type this, and it's hard to type because I'm so fucking angry that my fingers are twitching. You may find this inconsequential and insignificant, but I am steaming over this. I haven't had the chance to ask him flat out yet, but this is literally making me lose hours of sleep, over the simple fact that I can not find it in me as to why anyone just cannot put the toilet paper where it's supposed to go. This is the same human race that discovered the Higgs Bosom, I am sharing that species with a roommate who thinks the toilet paper roll is supposed to go on the top of the toilet and just sit there. Good fucking God, every time I come home and see this I risk cardiac arrest. I don't want to ask him to change it so much as strangle him. WHY THE FUCK DOES HE DO THIS??
rant so I heard about this prank someone pulled on the town where i grew up in AK. apparently they made it seem like taco bell was opening a store, when in actuality they never were. and like dumbasses, the ENTIRE town fell for it, right up to the mayor. rave this; [youtube]www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=uXQYrKiYQZw[/youtube]
Super Rave: My girlfriend was up here this past weekend. We went on a couple of great dates, had some phenomenal sex and lots of it, and most noteworthy is this was her last visit. Next time she's up here will be moving for good. Part of me is super excited and some is anxious over the inevitable change but now I feel ready. Can't wait! Tomorrow will mark 2 1/2 years of this long ass distance relationship so one could safely say it's about damn time (and I wouldn't believe things would turn out this well if you told me this back then). Rant/Rave: My job has still been really tough recently, but I'm getting better at handling it. I got my one sale last week on Friday afternoon so some part of me is satisfied with persevering, but it's still slow as fuck compared to a few months ago. I decided today I'm gonna meet with my boss this week to talk about changing the vertical market I'm calling in so hopefully that will help get me out of this situation. Rave: Receiving maybe $400 worth of secondhand goods from a couple of fellow target shooters. It may be old stuff to them but as someone that has been bootstrapping it for a couple years, anything is much appreciated. This is stuff that I can really use too if I want to be a real competitor and not just a participant, which has typically been the case.
Rave: I have just arrived in NYC. If there any board members that want a drink or to do anything at all really, drop me a PM. I'm around until the 16th and then its back to the land of kangaroos and convicts.
Rant: 2 days and I have yet to play COD. My daughter ran out and bought some Batman game and has a Vulcan death grip on the controller. Rave: I got to shoot a different load with the Mrs instead.
Rant: So I exit the stall in the washroom at work, look in the mirror, and see an asian guy is at the urinal with his pants and his tighty whities down to his knees. Wh... wha... what the FUCK.