RANT: I woke up this morning to a dog crying. It was like a shrieking bark. After about 5 minutes of it, I wake up enough to realize it is in pain. I look out my window to see if I can spot it. I live on the third floor and have a decent view of the area. After scanning for a minute I see it, this tenant from another building has his malamute on a leash, held up so the dog was on his back feet and choking AND PUNCHING IT IN THE HEAD. I immediately scream at the faggot "WHAT THE FUCK, ASSHOLE? STOP PUNCHING YOUR DOG!!" He stops and walks quickly out of my sight. There is no going back to sleep. I cried for that poor dog, Mr. P has been trying to console me and figure out if there is anything we can do about it. I don't know which apartment the guy lives in, pretty sure I know the building. But will calling Animal Control actually help? Can they insist on checking things out? The guy walks the dog everyday, until now I thought he seemed nice. If anyone has any experience or insight, please help me out. I want string that fuck up by the throat and punch him in the head a few times. It sure would make me feel better. My throat hurts from yelling so hard at him. Fuck.
Rant: I need a new job. Rant: I need to stop slacking on my fitness regime. Rant: I need to stop whining and actually start fixing things. I just feel so...stuck. Rave: NYC on Thursday!
Rant: I don't know whether it was the fried mushrooms or the supreme pizza (guessing the latter) last night, but fuck a duck running, the farts I've been blasting out since then could stop the Taliban.
Rant: I was trying to be the Best Girlfriend Ever by making boyfriend his favorite meal AND baking fresh bread, but then I forgot to buy beer. Also, it is WAY too hot to be baking anything. Oops.
Rave: Every once in a while my aunt is herself, if only for a few moments. She woke up and asked for some coffee, I quickly brewed her up a half pot of de-caf. I held the cup in front of her and directed the straw in to her mouth. She took a drink and smiled. I asked her "That's pretty good coffee isn't it?" She replied "It really is." I then told her an elaborate tale of how I went to Central America, put on a sombrero, liberated a donkey, and picked the beans myself. She started laughing and told me I was full of shit. And then she was gone far away again.
Rave: One of my coworkers that I've gotten closest to is in a similar boat as me, only with acting instead of writing. A little bit ago, we started half-seriously talking about how we should just team up and I'll write things for her to act in and we'll conquer our dreams/the world together. It started not just being drunk-talk, and I told her about the TV show I'd written and she wanted to read it, but I kept getting too scared to show it to her (slash anyone). Then, last week she said she was starting to come up with an idea for a movie and she proposed that we try writing a movie together. Last night, we got together and talked for hours coming up with this movie and just talking about movies and writing and acting in general, especially about our ideas about movies about women and roles she wanted to play and things I wanted to write about. It was awesome - writing gets so fucking lonely sometimes, and I've only very rarely gotten the chance to talk about it or participate in any kind of collaborative writing environment since I graduated. Part of the reason why I wanted to live here was for opportunities like this to work with other people. So, that got me feeling brave and today I finally sent my TV show over to her with all sorts of disclaimers. And she gets back to me in a few hours saying that she just binge-read all twelve episodes and that she loves it and she loves one of the characters, and told me that from the acting side of things that the roles and the stories are really exciting and appealing. It felt really nice. I had been so nervous about it and had no idea if it was good or not since I'd never written for TV or any kind of script before, so it was pretty awesome to hear positive feedback like that. Anyway, now I/we're both really excited and inspired and I'm pumped.
Rave: Flights booked, will be in Malta in 2 months. Rave: Get my full drivers licence back in 1 month, 3 months of not driving on weekends is beginning to really piss me off. But I am saving a lot on petrol. Rant: My woman is a really bad driver, I hadn't really realized how bad because I always drive. The amount of times I phantom break when she is driving is crazy, she is all about reacting, absolutly no anticipation or intuition is applied. And she isn't prepared to listen to advice. I'm going to make sure her tyres and breaks are always spot on in future, becuase they get used hard and often.
Rant: My friend's father broke his back, pelvis, hip, and a few ribs water skiing yesterday when he hit some rocks that were just under the surface. He was also, and still slightly is, bleeding internally, and doctors are thinking that they might put him in a medically-induced coma so that he can heal from the internal bleeding properly without screwing up the surgical repair. Scary stuff.
RANT: I HATE being completely right about something but after giving my rebuttal as to why they are wrong, they still firmly believe their pile of shit. Weight loss is NOT a mystery. There is no gimmick. If you keep a calorie deficit you WILL lose weight (there is of course a lot of details in there about how you reach a calorie deficit, and what foods/exercise you choose, but that is the basic underlying principal). The reason you lost weight when eating "6 small meals a day" was because they were small meals and you were eating fewer calories, not because it "sped up your metabolism." Do people seriously not understand the calorie content of foods vs calories needs of your body? 1 serving of chicken breast is about 120 calories, so at most this person had a couple hundred calories for their "small meal." It is also pretty revealing that this person gained back a lot of weight, and more. Hmm. Maybe your calorie intake is off from your needs? Hmmm? It also pisses me off that this bothers me as much as it does. Religion, politics, sex...I guess add weight loss methods to the list of shit you shouldn't really discuss with friends unless you want to get upset.
RAVE: Apparently steroids make my wife really horny. She started taking a short course last week for costochondritis and she has been jumping me, literally, every night since. It's awesome. RANT: My balls ache and while I know that I will be able to perform tonight, I'd really like a night off. I'd start a fight with her but she'd probably just want to have make up sex after.
Rave: 4 more days Rave: By this time tomorrow I will be completely done with my presentation. Rave: Road tripping back with my Pops. I could do it alone, but it's an excuse for us to be together. He's so fun. It's probably one of the last times we'll be able to do something like this alone.
Rave My beer league team just won 4-3 in a shootout. Its a big deal because we had one sub. Of all the players on the team only two of us were in our twenties. One guy is in his thirties, the entire offense was hovering around 50+. We beat a much younger, undefeated team. We were down 3-0 going into the third, scored the game tying goal with 10 seconds left, went on to win the shootout 1-0. Thats as exciting as beer league gets. Its nice to be the goalie who held things down and gave my team a chance.
Re: Rant & Rave Thread Rant: the coffee in this office tastes like burnt popcorn. Disgusting. Rave: Ludwig survived the night.
RANT- Ugh THE ONE DAY of all days to get sick and I think I have strep throat. Guess I get to miss heavy drinking and woman in bikinis getting naked at Jimmy Buffet tonight. Fuck.
rave My twin brother just found out his brain tumor is gone. The radiation wiped it out. I'm absolutely euphoric right now.
Rant: Alright sex workers of Amsterdam, catcalling by saying "heysexybigboy" is just making me feel bad about myself.
Rant: To my date last night: thanks for waiting until this morning after I'd paid for your dinner and sake to decide you "just don't have time to date".
rant: I didn't get into the program I applied for. I had worked so hard. I've just been sitting around feeling worthless. I know I need to nut up, but I have realized I have nothing.