RAVE: We just finalized our first round of Series A financing with the who's who of Silicon Valley investors to the tune of $5 million. Guess who's getting drunk and stealing a water bomber?
Rant: I am about to love my everloving mind over all the shit that is breaking in this house. Edit: Lose. That one wasn't even on purpose.
RAVE: WE FIXED THE TOILET YAAAASHHHHH!!!! You have no idea how freaking excited I am to have one shitty job down. Now to deal with the dishwasher, the electrical problem, and the hot water heater problem. One day at a time...
Rave: I start a new job on Monday! Rant: I am only guaranteed work on a pilot project; the company still doesn't know if they will land the whole thing, which means that I may not be there for long. Rant: I have a final exam on Tuesday evening, and I am pretty sure that I am going to have to leave work early on my second day in order to get to it on time. I'll still be in training, so it will probably be a big deal. Rant: My social life is still pretty much nonexistent. I had one date a few weeks ago and thought that it went well, but of course she didn't want to see me again. Also, I was at a strip club a few weeks ago and got a stripper's phone number, but that ended up not going anywhere. It's hard to stay positive. Rave: I am really pumped for my first Vegas trip! I leave on August 7. These next 3 weeks will go by slow.
Rave: Buddy got married. Even though it's a cash bar, both sides bought a keg each of bud light. Rant: I fucking hate bud light. Rave: Buddy knows I'm a beer snob and bought me case of Fat Tire all for myself...
Rant Re-making Poltergeist??? Somebody has to seriously die for this. Is there not one coffee shop hack out there that can come up with a single original goddamn plot idea rather than butcher perfect movies?
Rant: I'm going to spoiler this because I feel an anger fueled diatribe coming. (Diatribe is verbal though. What is written?) Spoiler I love my island. I love my home. It is beautiful. The people here are poor but giving and I've tried to imitate them. A friend who makes about 3 times what I make in a year wanted to come and see the place, take in the sights, have a holiday. We got on well when I lived in England. A good single serving friend. I had to go back to England and I stayed with him two nights about a year ago. Stayed out of his way and payed for dinner and breakfast while I was there. We have a small 2 bedroom place that we share with a dog. How many times do I have to say 'Dude, please clean up after yourself. I don't want the dog eating bits of shit (read weed and tobacco and food wrappers and chocolate and crumbs and drinks and beer cans and iPad cables) that you leave out. We get ants, etc?' Just for the sake of avoiding arguments my wife just picked up after him. How the fuck do you come to someone's house, eat their food, ride in their car, be taken snorkeling, diving, to multiple pristine beaches, to a festival, dune buggying through a volcano, to the best restaurants, to meet great friends, to hear live music, watch fireworks, go on great hikes, have your clothes laundered and folded, smoke 90% of their weed and never offer to buy a meal, fill up the tank with gas, leave a note, buy a present...NOTHING to show gratitude beyond what ultimately felt like empty words? Oh. I guess it wasn't all bad. He left me €30 to cover it all. This fuck was sleeping in what is my office. I can't work while someone is here and I freelance which means that is a week of lost wages for me. Fine. No big deal. We were friends. He had the fucking nerve to ask me if he could come back with his girlfriend and stay for two weeks! In a single bed? Making it impossible for me to work, you eating my food, taking advantage of my hospitality, expecting me to play tour guide? Maybe if me and my wife can keep her as a slave for 2 weeks to compensate. Come on son. Come the fuck on. A friend owns a diving company. Took him out. Had a good time. Fucker is always pushing the boundaries cloaked in 'Well you never know until you ask'. 'Can I drive the boat?' Fucking embarrassing. No nigga, you can't drive this man's mufuckin boat. You don't even have a mufuckin driver license. Buddy gives me a discount for tank and equipment rental. 'Oh, do I get a discount as well?' No nigga. You can't have a fuckin discount. I thought I knew the one cool, kind French guy. Nah, they're all cunts. Motherfucker didn't even bother to ask my wife one probing, get to know you on a deeper level question. And then he smoked 4 packs of her cigarettes and pocketed another one for the plane after he bought himself a carton. The lady is now put off ever having anyone stay and frankly I'm not far behind. Being in close quarters makes you feel like you don't want to say anything too direct because you are trapped with this person. But its my house. Why shouldn't I say whatever the fuck I want? I guess I'm too nice and I don't define my boundaries well enough. Seriously though, should you have to define basic human kindness, good guest boundaries, gratitude? I guess those don't exist with someone who is entitled. Edit: And I forgot to say how fucking embarrassing it is to have someone insist on speaking English when you have two people with you who can translate or help you find the correct word and expecting waiters, staff, other people to acquiesce and speak to you in English. Fucking entitlement. Oh, and motherfucker, how many times do I have to tell you not to pick my fucking dog up. PUT MY FUCKING DOG DOWN. IF YOU DROP HER I'M GOING TO KICK YOU IN YOUR FUCKING CHEST. Rave: My dog. This dog is the shit. You can't stay in a bad mood around her. She is mischievous, smart, sweet, fun and even if she has just puked and obviously not feeling well is always in a good mood. It roots out any bullshit negativity and squashes it. Between her and my wife I have just about maintained my sanity the past 7 days when all I wanted to do was push this cocksucker off of a cliff (Yes there are cliffs. No there is no OSHA or Health and Safety. Good luck finding a cop when you need one. I could push you the fuck off and no one would be the wiser.)
Rave: Took a detour on a lark on my way home from Lowe's to a local garden center. They had different types of hot peppers on sale. $2.75 for full grown plants with blossoms and peppers! Score!
RAVE: Family is gone for a few days, I have the house to myself, a bottle of Crown Royal, Call of Duty Black Ops 2 cued up in the X-Box, and nothing but review classes for the next couple of days without a test in sight. RAVE: Passing my final semester in Nursing School with an A and I should have a job by the end of September. Yaaaaayyy MONEY!
Rave: I'm spending Sunday all alone, except my dog and my cat. This doesn't suck. Other rave - Have interview at BJJ gym close by on Tuesday. Maybe something good will come of that.
Rant: Poor, poor Patrick. RIP. He was a lovely man and a dear family friend who passed away too soon. Colon cancer fucking sucks. He was only with us for 30 some odd years and leaves behind a wife and little boy.
Weird week. Rant/Rave: My guitar teacher got a full time job. He will be teaching strings and overseeing a music program, as such, he will be cutting most of his students lose as he won't have the time. He's keeping me on. That sounds great, but my first thought was literally: 'he should cut me loose, there are more talented folks that a teacher of his caliber wouldn't be wasting his time.' Why a rant? Why do I think that way? Rant/Rave: My golf teacher is playing a round with me on Wednesday. He will do this with a few students. Again, my first thought was 'why me? Surely there are folks more deserving of his time.' And again, why a rant? Why do I think this way? RANT: Sunday I turn 42. AARP is already wooing me. Fuckers.
Rant: Just had to put one of our dogs down today. She had been declining steadily over the last little while and the time finally came when we couldn't humanely keep her around any more. I'd had her since I was 11 years old (I'm 27 now) and stayed by her side until the end, but once she was gone and I was back in the car I lost it and cried like a little kid. Give your pets as much love as you can whenever you can, because odds are you're all they'll ever know and all that makes them happy. What a shitty fucking day.
Rave? Over the past few months, my diet has been absolute shit, yet somehow I managed to lose two pounds. Rant: My house has the worst thermal properties. I don't leave the AC on during the day since I'm not home, and when I got home after work today it was a comfy 72 degrees on the ground floor. In the basement it was a crisp 62 degrees, while upstairs in my bedroom it's a toasty 95 degrees. I'm just amazed my little house can have a 33 degree temperature difference between floors when I just leave the fan running. Rave: Taco night!
Rant/Rave We were scheduled to put down one of the dogs today. He also had been declining pretty quick this summer. I say were scheduled as when the wife went outside this morning, he was dead. The boys are old enough and having been through this before so they are doing pretty well. The wife is having a bit of a problem with it though.
RANT: So ya know how when the day gets close to being over at work? Annnnnd you have like 10 minutes left? Do not go to Youtube and watch videos of rescued dogs. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?! To the posters above me, it's never easy and I'm sorry.
Rave: My first story published on NFL.com on the Friday arrest of Eagles safety Keelan Johnson. Rant: I'm here as an editor so my opportunities to write will probably be few. Rave: Fuck it, they're paying me really well.
Rant Fuck migraines. I hate how mine start with an aura, then the aura progress to where I have no visual disturbance but the confusion and memory loss kick in and develop. At this point can't recall names of people I know and am pretty well disabled. This gets bad enough where I can't even remember the name of my bosses or friends, I remember what they look like but can't seem to remember their names. This lasts for a few hours. Then that progress to numbness in my life hand in mouth. The hand numbness is so bad I can't turn a key in a door. Fucking enjoyable. Now that all that is over I to enjoy to a nice tension headache for the next few days.