Rant? It is probably not healthy that I log into my email in the morning, every morning, and hit the check box next to the email saying "fuckoff, fuckoff, fuckoff, fuckoff" for all the monster, careerbuilder, and other employment site emails.
????: I wore mustard tights today. I thought they looked cute. One of my professors asked me if my legs were ok and then said that she thought I had a severe case of jaundice. Thanks, lady...I'm never gonna look at this color the same way.
Rant/Rave: Sharing a tabel with Mike Napolis family at Fenway and they're shitfsced. His sister just put his hand on my leg and my girlfriend is sitting on the oppasit side. I need a adultt
Rave: An amazing massage tonight with an incredibly attractive brunette. Rant: Congested sinuses + lying on my stomach = I was a sniffling unattractive mess. Ranter: Bean salad with lunch. All I could think during that massage was: Jesus, I'm disgusting.
Rant: ok hbogo, you can take that progeria kid off the main page now. I'm sufficiently creeped out for the next week or so.
Full gi bjj, as practiced by a gold medal winner in the Sydney BJJ championships, is astonishingly beautiful to watch. I'm used to mma-style grappling which is quick and dirty; it still requires a hell of a lot of technique, but it's designed for effectiveness in a messy, explosive fight. I was watching a gentleman who earned his black belt under the Gracies spar last night, and he wasn't even playing the same sport. The difference is hard to put into words, and these are the best comparisons I could come up with. Getting the job done is a worthy goal; elevating it to an artform is something else entirely.
Rant: Get my first game of cricket for the new club this weekend and I'm playing 3rd grade. Was led to believe I'd be playing 2nds. Could go one of two ways, either everything goes the way I want it and I'm in 2nds next game or I could do everything right and the rest of the team is rubbish and I'm stuck there.
Rave: So, that's two Napolis that hit a double with the bases loaded last night. Rant: No WDT available to probe this post for more details.
Rant: Work dumped a huge steaming pile on my chest last night. I'll also rant that the owner, who micro manages everything and expects the place to be perky and outgoing while constantly berating and talking down to the entire staff, is taking off for a vacation. I won't be there to enjoy work without her because: Rave: Going to Atlanta and taking a three day weekend. WOOOOO!
Rave: Met an amazing girl through some mutual friends. Unbelievably sexy, smart, fun, blah blah blah. Rant: She had some sort of serious relationship with one of the guys in that circle of friends, but I don't know the exact parameters of it. She used to live in Florida and just moved here a couple months ago. Anyway, between that and her now being good friends with everyone else in that group, it's not looking good. Starting something with her looks to be somewhere on the spectrum between difficulty: advanced, and completely inappropriate. Rave: It's going alright with a different girl, but I kind of feel bad knowing how lightning-fast I would break it off with her if anything were to happen with Florida girl. I'm talking "gotta go, rain check on the second half this blowjob ok?" fast.
FUCK YEAH!: Just picked up a couple of tickets to Nine Inch Nails and Queens of the Stone Age with Brody Dalle opening(The Distillers). It's going to be fucking awesome and they're playing where I live so I don't have to go to the nearest big city.
Rave: Found a new job in the same company, so I get to keep benefits/vacation time/etc. Bigger rave: People that I worked with in the past really went out of their way to help me find the new job.
Rant: Friendzone. Again. Over three dozen 1st dates since April and I think I'm statistically more likely to win the lottery twice before finding a girlfriend.
Rant: With a playoff loss, my football season is over. It was a fun season, and I'll be damned if I didn't have way more fun coaching than I thought I would. Hate the way it ended, though, for a team we saw such high potential for. Rave: My schedule goes from insane back to normal for a month or so before off season weights and other training begins. Rant: Lots of uncertainty around the coaching staff. Head coach may not want to return after this season, which leaves a lot of the rest of the staff in limbo. We have a great staff that gets along really well and have a lot of fun, and that has a few state titles between them so they have good credentials (and they're great guys to learn from, in my case), so I hate seeing that aspect potentially come to an end.
Rant: Turned 36 Thursday but that's not the rant. Apparently my body chose that exact moment to say fuck you. Not sure how I threw my back out but I'm walking like a grandpa. Related rant: going to the chiropractor hung over is no bueno.
RAVE: GOT A DATE WITH FLORIDA GIRL TOMORROW! I CAN'T STOP MASTURBATING! Rant: I'm like 85% sure it's a date... Can't tell if flirty or just friendly...
Rant: Wow. I accepted Joe's proposal in the Fuck Marry Kill thread, and here he is bragging about getting this date with some girl. I guess our engagement was just "going alright."
Rant I have been seriously neglecting this message board for too long.... Rant This fall semester has been a pain in the ass, the more difficult classes I've taken so far. Trying to keep my head above water Rave New apartment and NO roommate. I love having my own space. Rave The girl I was seeing at the beginning of the summer has turned into a girlfriend. It's been kind of a test so far, but I'm actually feeling an awesome connection with her. Unlike relationships in the past where I was just dating girls for sex and to have some female companionship. It's good to have someone who cares for you and love hanging out with.
Rant Dentist tomorrow, I can't believe I'm going to pay someone to grind down my teeth with a pneumatic drill and then fill them with a metal alloy. Of course I'm doing it because the alternative is worse, but I'm really not looking for to the shots and the sensation of a drill bit turning on my teeth.