Thursday, March 31, 2011

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Cheese-Eating Rat Fink Bastard

Its a damn shame people can't just mind their own business. Its a shame that they have to stick their douche-bag faces where they don't fucking belong.

Was I dipping work? I sure was. I missing anything important? I was not. Did me skipping work in even the slightest way impact anyone? It did not. Other than of course to make Spc. Bitch angry that I was sleeping in my bed while he was sitting against a wall locker in the ready-room.
But I guess to him blowing my shit up was an appropriate response.

I'm not really that angry. I fucked up, so I'll take my punishment. Not that big of a deal really. Its just disappointing to me that people can be so petty. That they feel a need to make everyone be miserable because they are.

To me, if you can get by, get over, get out then good for you. I'm pissed that I have to suck it while you're not, but that's no reason to call someone out. You just man the fuck up and move the fuck on. But I guess I only feel that way because I'm not some fucking cry-baby bitch.

Monday, January 17, 2011

I Should Have Just Gone To Nassau

Today concludes the first four-day weekend I have spent in El Paso since August. And it has hit me with more than a little force why exactly it is that I don't stay here on four-days.
Hell Paso is played out, my co-workers are played out, my battalion is played out and the uniform sand-color of everyfuckingthing within 300 miles is played out.
Never again.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Might As Well Celebrate

Three years ago today I walked into the Ft. Meade MPES station, took the Oath of Enlistment, got on a plane to Ft. Benning, Georgia and that, in effect, was that.

In the last 1,095 days I guess a lot of shit has happened. Its tempting for me to go ahead and write out some run-on sentences listing some of contrasting experiences I've had these years, but I'm not going to.

What I am going to do is get good and drunk.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Shit I'm Into Now

Democracy In America
-------Read this shit, otherwise Frenchmen will set fire to your crotch.
The Stranger -----------"Maman died today." Meursault is a pimp and life is truly absurd.
Leaves Of Grass------America's bard who was all about living life, jacking off and hooking up.

Madder Red -Yeasayer--- Weirdest. Video. Ever.
Black Squirrel Radio----Those god damn hippies at Kent State got one thing right: College Radio

Teh Internets:
Epic Meal Time--- If Man vs. Food et al. is food porn then these guys are Max Hardcore.
Sid's Tumblr --Its almost like hanging with Sid, except you don't get to call him a hipster-douche -- Running Mecca.

Archer -Season 2 premiers the 27th. "Someone better call Kenny Loggins, 'cause you're in the DANGER ZONE!"
Teen Mom ---- You'd be surprised how many soldiers watch this shit, aka my whole platoon.

Rando Junk:
Kimber 1911 .45 cal. with laser grip -- Man. Gun. Shoot. Boom.
Tropical Fruit candles -- They smell like candy and covers the smell of dirty laundry very well.
Miller High Life --This is where I cut corners so I can afford trips to everywhere.
Hood To Coast -- This shit gives me a shin-splint, side-stitch, thigh-cramp, hard-on.

I recommend them all.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

8 Miler In The AM

I didn't run today and I'm losing my fucking mind. You would think that after years and years and years of this shit I'd have it figured out.

Sitting on my ass=Insanity

Writing Fail

Four times I've opened this window and four times I've written a paragraph or three and four times I've deleted everything.

Today just ain't my day.