Rant (I guess): I cannot stop watching the tiny kitchen cooking vids on youtube. What is happening to me?!
Rave: Finally, some things are starting to turn around for me a bit. It's just a little, but I appreciate it nonetheless.
Rant: Spent St. Patty's Day in Baltimore for an interview. Slept at my buddy's place, her and her husband smoked a few bowls. The next Friday, I took a drug test/background check. I didn't smoke for 6 years, I drink a gallon of water a day. I DID NOT SMOKE, in point of fact, I recently passed 2000 days sober. I was supposed to have a start date on Monday. Not a whisper from them. Goddammit.
Rant: Looking for a new job. Rant: Having to help my father with his new house. Rant: Had to help evict a feral tom cat from dad's new house. Much profanity, rage and murderous anger was expounded to get that cat out of our house and yet still alive after a long prolonged siege.
SUPERDUPERHUGERAVE: After many years of being passed over Stevie Ray Vaughn is finally being inducted into the Rock n' Roll HoF this month. RIP SRV
Rant: Jesus tap dancing Christ. I'm scheduled for 9 fucking shifts next week. 3 doubles back to backl.For reference, 7 shifts are normal, 6 is subpar but also normal. I have been contemplating new work shoes for awhile because mine are beat to hell and no longer offering support....I guess this is the moment that is going to make me pull the trigger on that.
Rave: I was able to luck my way into getting 3 bottles of Founder's KBS this year. It's a modern day miracle. Now to have the self control to not drink them all at once.
I am currently waiting in line for KBS. Im number two in line. Two bottle limit. I wish I could get three!
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Rant: Fucking Car. Second battery in 8 months. Still shorting out, no windows and AC? In this heat? Fuck you. Caught my mom smoking...after I quit grad school and work, moved 1400 miles to help her recover from lung surgery. Seriously? SERIOUSLY? SMOKING MOM? Then lying to me about it. Then instead of addressing it, crying and locking herself in the bathroom. And to make things so much better, my ex called me to see if I'm dealing with my depression better. The depression partially caused and exacerbated by her. Then she took her cunty tone because "I don't sound happy to talk to me." Naw, bitch...I ain't. Rave: Advance honored a three-year warranty on my battery, even though it was stone dead, because I wasn't leaving my car there for a four-hour trickle charge. Thanks, Linda, for making my afternoon less of a testicular tumor.
Rave: I finally sucked it up and bought a PSA 10 Ripken Fuck Face error card. $53. Considering that ungraded versions were selling for that during the sports card boom, I don't feel too bad about $53. According to PSA of the 2552 submitted for grading, only 779 have received a 10 grade. Will it gain in value in my lifetime? I doubt it, unless he goes on to be a serial killer and the press dubs him The Fuck Face Killer. Whatever, the card amuses me. A close up of the most notorious sports card error ever: The card even has it's own website: http://billripken.com/
Rave: Dog sitting my parents dogs this weekend. I flew out to SD from Denver just to do this. So worth it. Nothing is better than sitting with a beer and two good dogs and watching the Final Four, not even a blow job could make this more relaxing.
Rave and rants: So I'm having a girl. This is awesome. The next day, my wife is having a heart palpitations and a shortness of breath. I picked her up and we spent the rest of the day in the emergency room. Then today, we got into a huge fight over what turned out to be nothing. I just want ice cream and to go to bed.
Rave: Weekend in Chicago with some friends. On Friday night we had a bartender who was so gorgeous she made all of us question our sexuality, and she also fed us free old fashioned shots. My liver is telling me I made bad life choices this weekend, but I am choosing to ignore it. Also rave: What We Do in the Shadows was hilarious, and movie theaters with good beer options are the best.
Rave: My dad just got home from the hospital. He's doing great. Looks like a great man rose from his place of confinement today.
RANT: Spoiler: NSFW Language MOTHER FUCKER. The Braves giving away Kimbrel now tops the worst trade ever by them, passing Brett Butler for Len Barker. Goddammit. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Shit.
Rave: Starting my new job tomorrow! This first week is boring orientation stuff, but I'm excited to start. Rant: The last week off was pretty amazing. 5 am is gonna come early for my pansy, detoxing ass.
Rant/Rave: When opportunity knocks, I answer. Mr Dude came in and offered me a job with his company. I guess he likes the cut of my jib. It'll offer me professional experience but from what I can tell, it is a pay cut and the hours won't allow me to work at the restaurant much if at all. I need experience but goddamnit. I don't want to be making less money for a year or more before I can more onto something better. To be continued....