Rant: The next time I move, remind me to find an apartment with a functional thermostat. It's 78 degrees in here, even with the windows cracked and the ceiling fan on, and the internet tells me it's only 30 outside. Rave? At least I don't pay for heat. The radiators are obviously effective, and my fears about this being a cold, drafty apartment have been assuaged.
Rant I went on a date with someone I met on eharmony tonight. All the usually stereotypes came true. She said she worked out every day, she weighed 250, her profile pic looked nothing like her, she wanted to hang out far longer than I did. She said she was 28 but made a joke about me not being born at some date (I'm 27, so clearly she's 30+) I'm in a bit of a drought, I was prepared to accept and drink off ugly, I have a hard time drinking off 250. She was ok enough to talk to but dear God theres not enough beer to drink off that weight.
Rant: I smacked a finger with a hammer hard enough last night for me to think it was broken at first. Definitely not one of my prouder moments.
Rave: going to get a haircut in about an hour. Kind of nervous because I've never had this woman before, but I'm ready to look CUTE!
Rant: Two of the firms I wanted to work for have already hired their summer interns for next summer. If this trend continues, I'll probably end up in the public sector again which would equal no money and making no connections that I don't already have.
Rant: father in law is coming on friday. This isn't so bad in and of itself, however he is a transplant patient, and the house has to be sterile. Unfortunately our basement has a dampness problem, and it turns out we have to be worried about fungus and molds as well. Airfilters are fucking expensive. If he gets sick it could kill him, so I have never had a more stressful house cleaning. Smells like a YMCA pool, but with less pedophilia.
Rave: I deadlifted 425. That's only 25 pounds from my goal! Rant: I deadlifted 425...barely. Also, my shoulder feels kind of week and needle-y. Goddammit.
RAVE: I am finally learning, albeit on a tiny scale, how to not kill myself for work. Want me to do the work of three people? Not today, don't feel like it. Come in at 8AM for a meeting that has nothing to do with me? Yeah, going to forget to give a fuck. RANT: Red Lobster's cheesy biscuits, like anything good, are best in moderation. In excess, they do things to your poo that makes your poo do things to your ass that would have frightened this guy. I think I'll stick to the seafood next time.
Rave: Off the boat, onto dry land. Rave: Still up here in NYC/NJ lending a hand. Have been here for a week+, it feels awesome to help the city and its people. Rant: Because of politics and one service shitting on the others and vice versa, we will be heading home at the beginning of next week. (When the entire city wants/needs our help, but politics and intra-service rivalries are gettingin the way, this is what pisses me off to the nth degree...forget your petty bullshit and let us do our fucking jobs and help these people). Rave: At least I know I helped out. Rave: I got a killer shot pic of my helo when we shut down next to the Verazano Bridge, ill post it when I can.
Rave: Auditioning for a rock band next week! Haven't been this pumped in a long time. They have a good set list too. Jethro Tull and Scorpions among others. Can't wait. Rave: Finally had an evaluation at work. Turns out they want me to take over where the last manager left off. Wow. Raise. Rave: Going camping for the first time in 10 years. Hiking and tents and such. Why did it take this long?
Rant: Had to put a fucking master lock on my cooler to keep my alcoholic stepmother out of it.. Have lost over 3 cases of beer over the last two weeks..WTF
Rant: It feels like I've got a caged tiger inside me, pacing back and forth, going stir crazy. I can't sleep at decent hours, I don't keep fit or control my impulses. I won't ever feel close to normal if I comprimise my desires in any way. Something's gotta give, and I don't fucking know what to do about it, I can only see myself succeeding on a long shot, or perishing. Why must existence be bullshit? It shouldn't matter what I do with my life as long as I can provide for my family, but still it somehow fucking does. If I lived in a communist country I'd either have been executed or suicided by now, what gives? I seriously need medicating...
Rant: planned on seeing Lincoln this weekend, but didn't realize it was limited release, so it's not playing anywhere around here til next weekend. Rave: Extra jumbo shrimp and PEI mussels = paella for dinner.
Rant: Fucking assholes here! Who the hell left several chicken bones out in the grass where everyone takes their dog to piss? Buddy ate a small one before I could even crank open his mouth to throw it away. I really, really hope it turns out to be nothing, but I am worried.