Rant Well, Thanksgiving is in a few days...and the holiday season is upon us already. I don't know what the hell it is that makes this time of year so depressing for me. A lot of it is the worrying about my money situation and making sure I can buy gifts for my mom and sister, but there's something else that rubs me the wrong way. Maybe the constant cheery TV commercials or forced "Merry Xmas!" when socializing but it just feels less significant for me each year. Oh well...enough humbugging for one post.
RAVE: Who got the highest grade on the sociology mid term? Well I will tell you. It was this guy right hete. Oh and you want to know what that grade was because you are such an attentive and wise listener? Why it was a 100%.
Meh/rant: Had ground lamp last night. Wasn't bad, but nothing special either, though I was using it as burger meat/omelette filler. The rant is good Lord I don't ever want to see or smell what just came out of me ever ever ever again. I could make an SCP entry out of what I just witnessed. RANT: I can't afford to buy really anything for anyone, despite working 6 days a week at two jobs. Not that it's a ton of hours, but I'm trying. I've tried telling people not to get me anything but I always get "Oh but it's Christmas it's special" as if by not giving me a gift their very soul is eternally bound to my ownership or something. You keep your money, I'll keep mine, we don't need to exchange gas cards for the exact same denomination. I'd rather your money be saved. If you REALLY just have a burning anal itch to gift me, give me cash. It's like "fuck", but in tangible form. It can be used anywhere, anytime, for anything, and even if you use it when and where you shouldn't you still have the ability to use it as you need. Or again, better yet, smile and say "Merry Christmas" and leave it at that. RAVE: I don't live in South Africa. Or Gaza. Best rave of all: my grandmother is here for Thanksgiving and most likely Christmas. Did a 180 so quickly the term "miracle" is being tossed around nonstop, which I suppose is fair since the doctor basically said, "I don't know why she isn't dead, I thought she was going to be dead days ago, I'm actually pretty fucking lost here."
Rave: Accepted offer on a house. 3 bed, 2.5 bath, 2 car garage. Renovated to the nines. Rant: House inspection for the impending house purchase, and what seems to be an endless array of paperwork. I just want this shit to end already. Rant: Shit at work making me go 30 minutes north of Seattle, then 30 minutes south of Seattle to go home. During rush hour, with standing water on the freeway. And I haven't eaten anything today.
RAVE: Rutgers to the Big 10! RANT: Goodbye winning seasons. RANT: Almost kind of in a teeny way wish I was still married to Mr. Pink. He's a Maryland alum, I'm a Rutgers alum...the taunts and headgames during football season would've been legendary now that our respective alma maters are in the same conference. RAVE: The boy is an Auburn alum. The taunts and headgames about how my little ragtag Big East team has a better record than his big ol' SEC team have been legendary. To me and my RU alum friends, anyway. He's ready to stab me in my sleep.
RANT: Suburban property border disputes are stupid. Spoiler My crazy neighbor keeps saying I dump trash on her property, when all I do is make a compost heap of leaves on the county land that divides our property. She refuses to believe that the strip of land is not hers, even after we have gone to the Department of Public Works and even went to the spineless,useless mayor. She's called the cops on me several times,and they even told her the land belongs to the county. We have kept the area in dispute clean for years, and have even paid people to have it cleared of HER broken liquor bottles and beer cans. Today, she caught me out there for the first time in a while.She can't see the compost heap from her house because its at the bottom of a sharp slope, but she must have seen me moving around. And then.. the ranting and raving began. She got in her car, drove around to my other neighbors property, got out and took my picture, my brother's picture,and took pictures of our car and house. I have no idea what she's planning to do with them. I begged her to call the cops but she refused.In hindsight, I should have. She brought a friend with her who had the nerve to say "Let's go..we don't know what these two men will do to us", but she still refused to go.(at no time did we get closer than 30 feet from them..if she was implying that we would rape them, I would rather be raped by a rabid silverback gorilla than go near those seadonkeys.) My brother and I decided to ignore her and finish up the yardwork, but she followed us, still on my neighbor's property, snapping pics (some of which we posed and smiled for) until she was satisfied and finally left. I dont know what the outcome of this will be, but I really hope she takes us to court where she will be embarrassed.
Rant: Shitty flight tonight. Rave: I head to fort Lauderdale tomorrow until Saturday. It's 75 degrees and sunny there.
I'm not sure how to post this. It's both a rant and a rave. My buddy has been trying to line hookers up off of backpage for hours and he has been shot down at least 4 times. He's been separated for 1+ years and kind of a horndog. It's a rant because he's drunk and bitching about it. It's a rave because no hookers in my house.
Rave: Leaving work early, going to a cigar event tonight. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, then I go hunting for a week. Even if something was wrong, I wouldn't have a right to complain.
RANT: Like so many others I have nowhere else to put this, so thank you TIB for listening to me bitch. My wife’s best friend has a 22 year old daughter. She had this child when she was 16 by some low life she met at bar. My wife, who is older than her friend, and because she has to be champion of the oppressed to everyone on the entire fucking planet, was naturally there for the birth and all the complications that ensued. There were a lot; seizures, sickness, and I think she was premature. My wife is also this kid’s Godmother. To say this child has some issues is an understatement. She’s not very bright, she’s intrusive, overly sensitive, has poor boundaries, doesn’t shut the fuck up, and is completely boy crazy. She is a giant pain in the ass. My whole life she is exactly the kind of person I always avoided like the fucking plague, and I had a vasectomy specifically because I didn’t want to have another child, especially a girl. If she talks to me for more than 5 minutes I get a headache from her incessant, flowing stream of consciousness ramblings. I literally have to remove myself from the situation because I can’t think after a few minutes. It’s really really hard for me to be nice to her. Apparently her mother has the same problem. She is a crappy mother by all accounts and my wife and I think that she has resented her daughter and wishes she had an abortion. So do I. I was always able to tolerate her because I hardly saw her and it was usually in a social setting where I could ignore her or not have to deal with her for more than a few hours. She is now living with us and has been for over a month because her mother got fed up with her stupidity and kicked her out. She was living in a hotel room out of a suitcase, and her mother really was a cunt to her, taking her paychecks, controlling her money, yelling at her and putting her down constantly, etc. At first when I heard all this I felt sorry for her and I KNEW my wife was going to tell her she could come here until she got her life together. I didn’t think it would actually happen, so before she came to me and we had an argument, I offered to let her come and stay with us if she needed to. Now, even if I had not done this, it would have happened whether I liked it or not. When my wife wants something like this, there is no talking her out of it or reasoning, or anything. I know, it’s my own fault, but either way would have been a shitty outcome, and it would have just hurt my relationship with my wife. I didn’t want her to resent me for saying no. We also have a 12 year old with Asperger’s. He is also, loud, intrusive, has poor boundaries, and needs constant correcting. For me, just having to have the patience to deal with him sometimes is a monumental effort. Having her here makes it 10 times harder. She took over his room, so he has no sanctuary, she constantly knocks on my door when it’s closed and I’m doing something, she has no car or license so has to be driven everywhere, she interferes with the kids when we are disciplining them, and I can’t even get relief by staying up late like I usually do because she stays up too and always wants to fucking talk about stupid shit. I’m losing my fucking mind, and I’m probably going to go off one day. Her presence here is incredibly disruptive to our life, and my wife is constantly bringing people into our life with problems of some kind. It's really getting to be deal breaker territory for me, and no matter how much I tell her, I don't think she gets it. Twenty two years ago, this bitche's wild, slutty mother couldn't keep her legs closed and now, somehow, it’s become my problem. She's not family. She means nothing to me, and you know what? I don't care. I'm really getting tired of this shit. Luckily she got a good full time job and is saving for a car and an apartment. She can’t get the fuck out soon enough. RAVE: I made my first chocolate cheesecake for Thanksgiving desert and it looks and smells like it came out great. Pumpkin pie is next, and I can't wait to do the cooking tomorrow. Stuffed mushrooms, artichokes, turkey and all the trimmings, MMMMMMM.
Decided I want to be in Hawaii this summer. I have no money. Rave: Craigslist: Maui is returning me more internship opportunities in a day than my university's career center has in months, even if most of them are shit. Rant: Last time i used Craigslist for something I got robbed by a gypsy.
Rant: Damn. I don't sell much on eBay so I've never had to deal with this before. When a buyer doesn't pay for an item . . . what a fuck job. Thanks shit head.
Rave: went and bought some feminine looking blouses. I wear tshirts 95% of the time and don't have a lot of cute things that make me feel good when I wear them. Well, Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming up and those are reasons to have cute clothes, right? Good enough reason for me.
Rave: Bought myself another crockpot to replace the one that Drunk Me dropped and shattered while making drunk chili. Rave: Making lentil stew. Or some shit. Recipe called for half a pound of Italian sausage, but I couldn't find it in the store so I ended up just buying a pound of kielbasa instead. Not knowing what to do with the other half-pound, I just chopped it up and threw it in. So it's probably going to end up being a meat stew with some lentils in it as well. If it's good, great. If not, I'll have something to gnaw on while reading. Rave: Sergeant is going on terminal leave (When you get out, you take all of your remaining leave days and blow them all so you can get out earlier) and we're throwing a party. ??? Bartender girl is going to be there. Last time I went to this guy's house, she told me she didn't want anything to do with me... and then waited until I passed out in the guest room and cuddled with Passed Out Me for a couple hours. Bitch is crazy. At this point, though, I give absolutely zero fucks. So I'm indifferent to whatever happens.
Rave: I deactivated my Facebook and it's awesome. I wasn't gaining much with the constant barrage of cat pictures, dog rescue pictures, "like if you hate cancer" posts, or any of the other mindless drivel always present. I was addicted to checking it. Stupid. I have been somewhat more productive, mostly been here more. Not a bad trade off, as far as quality entertainment goes. Rant: The texts from well meaning friends asking if I am depressed or something for not being on fucking Facebook. I should start replying that suicide has become an option, just to fuck with them.
Rant: Tweaked my left trap overhead pressing today and now my neck/shoulder are sore as fuck. Hope the old Tylanol-3 I took makes the pain go away.
rave: did a "turkey trot" 5k today. Despite being old and fat, didn't die. Finished in @34 min. Slow, I know.
RAVE!!: Picked up an engagement ring yesterday. I've been working an exhausting amount of OT to pay for it, but once I saw the finished ring, it was so worth it. It's a totally custom design, and originally was going to feature the 3 small stones from my grandmas' rings, but decided to go with a single large stone. Now I'm going to create a pair of earrings for my mom with the 2 smaller stones, and a diamond pendant with the other stone for my FutureFiance. RAVE: That basically means my biggest Christmas shopping is done. Booyah. Edit: Guess I can post a pic here Spoiler