Rant: Dear Christ, fuck all the New Years resolutionists that decided to join the gym at the crack of fuck this morning. I'm glad you suddenly feel the need to take care of yourself because of an arbitrary day that humans made up, but some of us know what the fuck were doing and don't have time to wait around for you to figure out all the contraptions and fuck up exercises. Rave: Cruise with the girl leaves two months from today. It will be a much needed vacation after the holidays weren't much of one at all.
Rant: Most of them are simply trying to better themselves and sadly won't stick around for another week. Now I don't know if you're one of those assholes that sends death stares there way, but if they're doing something completely wrong why not offer them some advice?
Rave: There have been a couple of nice updates to the boobies thread. Rant: Back at work after having 11 straight days off. Time to reprogram the old timers on how to use email.
Rave: Been on leave in Massachusetts for the last two weeks. It's been pretty nice. Rave: Made out with two girls at the same time at a party. Rant: Didn't get laid. One of them got up to get water (or something) and disappeared without a trace, the other one told me that she liked me but "didn't know me well enough." Oh well. Rave? My brother asked if I wanted to go to a concert in Worcester. It was free, since one of his buddies works at the concert hall. Rant: It was a generic punk-pop concert (Four Year Strong, for those who are angsty teenagers). Not my style of music at all. Most of the people there were about 16 years old. Rant: A hardcore dancer came out of nowhere and full-on roundhouse kicked me in the face on the first song. Cut my face open, busted my nose, and gave me a black eye. Didn't even see it coming; one moment I was in the crowd, the next moment my brother was picking me up and pushing me to the side of the concert hall. Not cool. Rave: Toughed it out and went into the mosh pit. Apparently being relatively large and with a rapidly swelling eye made me scary. I enjoyed repeated instances of seeing some kid nerving himself up to jump into the pit and then scaring the shit out of him by facing him and yelling loudly. Yes, bow before me, puny teenagers, because if I'm gonna be stuck here for three hours listening to this, I'm gonna take out my annoyance on the recalcitrants among you. And that's my vacation, basically. Going back to Yuma tomorrow... not looking forward to it.
Rant: I have a pimple on the side of my nose that’s bigger than an AIDS baby. Rave: I killed it with the sort of enthusiasm Rwandan tribesman normally reserve for their neighbors. Rant: Has left a comparable level of mess.
Rant I try to hold my tongue on this subject but after a night of my bar filled people from Kansas,who are for the Fiesta Bowl, who evidently have enough disposable income to travel to AZ and stay in Scottsdale and drink all day. I have to say that people from Kansas eclipse Europeans, Australians and Northern Canadians in being the worst non-tippers I have had the pleasure of serving.
Rant: I'm sick. Again. This cold is kicking my ass. Rave: Three day weekend with my boys. Rant: Too sick to do anything cool with them.
Rant: Girlfriend is laid low with kidney and bladder infections and an ovarian cyst. And uncontrollable vomiting (as yet undiagnosed). What a way to start the new year.
Rant: Waking up at 5:30am to the neighbours dogs, numerous birds and its going to be 40 degrees for the next four or five days(106F).
Rant: Just paid $1282 on my first student loans. My paycheck is for $1112. Fuck 18 year old me for being so stupid. Here's to living with my parents for the next five years.
RAVE: My niece just called to say she got engaged! RANT: She's only 24, and so is her now fiancee. Both of them are still in college, etc. Her mom doesn't have a lot of extra money, I'm sure my mom will end up footing the bill for whatever wedding there will be. RAVE: They're not setting a date, she's NOT pregnant, just making it official that they're more than BF/GF. RANT: Her favorite color is purple. I am SO not seeing me in a purple dress.
Aww, so my best friend is getting married. My best friend since grade 10 (we're 25), is getting married to his girlfriend who I'm also good friends with. How did I find out about it? RANT: FUCKING FACEBOOK, after it happened. Come on!
Rave: Convinced a fellow TiB member that Drop Bears exist and are a deadly threat to your life throughout Australia.