  Day 1 of my blogs, props to the Pazzo for getting me started on this. Pretty much the blogs I write will consist mainly of shit about my daily routine and how much I hate it, my friends, and other random shit that comes to mind as I type away. Who is this Ranaldi little bastard that I read about you ask yourself. Well Let me tell you a little about myself. Nah loc, fuck that. Keep reading and you'll laugh so much at how shitty things are that you won't care about who I am because you'll start to feel sorry for me, and I don't want that.
So anyways, I wake up in the morning bright an early at 6:05am to get ready for my long ass day. First, I usually eat something like a bowl of cereal, though that's not what I want. It'd be great if I could just fuckin lay there and have bitches bring me food, feed it to me, and have other bitches rub my feet. So back to reality, I sit down with my bowl of cereal and eat it while watching the weather channel to see if summer will ever hit us. Let me just say that a smile on my face is rare because all of us Buffalonians know that we're having more and more "April Showers" days of summer. Sometimes I wonder if I really live in Seatle, or over seas in Scotland or wherever the fuck it rains constantly.
So I finish my bowl of cereal and make my way to the shower that awaits me. Gotta love when the hot water doesn't kick on right away and I step into a shower of fucking freezing water-if that doesn't wake me up, then I dont know what will. Following my shower, I get dressed and pretty much head out the door. I drive to my full-time job in Amherst at a preschool for the learning disabled.
The pay is shit, and I mean it. I bet if I worked part-time at McDonalds, I'd bring home a bigger, and better, paycheck. So I get there usually a little early and I sit in my car listening to some tunes. Though these tunes aren't on the radio cos the radio only has stupid-ass-rimmer talk shows or they play gay ass music that is way over played. I like the people that I work with in my class, and there are many more that work there that I can tolerate, but like most places of work, there are people that work there that I can't fuckin stand. Just idiots. So I work one on one with this little guy Jeremiah. The kid is cool as hell and I cant say I'd rather work with anyone more than he. Though there will be times that he frustrates me so that I wanna rip his arms off and beat him with them, but I don't, cos I'm a nice guy.
So J-Man, or Freddy, short for Freddy Man, are a few of his nicknames I gave him. Can't forget J-Rob though cos he likes that one too. Anyway, all the kids like me probably cos I seem more like another friend to them rather than a teacher, though that sucks when they don't listen and I have to yell to get my way. So I leave there around 2pm and hit the road to then drive to my second job, cos like i said before, I don't make enough at my full-time job.
This is funny shit. I get paid way to much to sit on my ass and pretty much do nothing, but I'm not complaining. It was ten times cooler when Kev worked here too, cos we'd fuckin call people and prank there asses, play our guitars, and most recently, use the packing tubes to play baseball in the store. So I leave at 7 unless I get some fuck bag that decides to come in at the last second to get his shit done.
Note to the late fucker...your shit ain't going out till tomorrow anyway! So when I finally leave, I go home and get something to eat. Now I'm trying to eat healthy and lose a few pounds cos lets just say I have put on some pounds I want to lose. But hey there's never anything healthy to eat so I just eat away and start my diet another day. By this time, my lovely girlfriend Laura comes over and we chill till I get tired and she leaves for home. 10:30 might seem early to some, but seriously by that time i am ready to pass right out and do all of the above again. 
