I can hear the rumblings of thunder in the distance as I lay on my bed. Its nearly 1:00am and for once I am exhausted. My mind is still racing as always and I'm sure it will keep me from sleeping for another hour.
On my desk I started a countdown until I leave for basic. I ripped off the "114 days" sheet and tossed it away with a smile on my face. One less shit-tastic day in this hell hole before I pick myself up and run away. It's like a coming of age tale that I get to be the main character of, but instead of a teenager, I'm about... ya know almost 25. Le sigh.
I'm like Billy Madison for Christ Sake. Except I don't have a shit ton of money and two drunk-ass friends to get drunk by the pool all day.
So since I've relayed to the world my news of joining the service, I get girls that I haven't talked to in months or years messaging me asking, "Are you going to wear a uniform and everything?" At which point I think to myself... "No, they are running out of money so uniforms are in short supply this year." WTF.
barelyasound and I had a good long talk about this.
I hate dumbass people. Remove head from sphincter and try again please. I figured that joining the service (and the uniform) would alter the perception of those I know. To some I would get respect for what I'm doing, to others I'd probably be shunned a bit since the uniform can represent the war we are fighting that many Americans disapprove of. And there's an even smaller group of women in the world that love a man in uniform. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for women that love guys in uniform. My problem is.. why are you talking to me now after so much time. You didn't give a fuck a year or two ago or treated like a fruitcake during Christmas and now you want to say "omg you just got so hot" because I'm wearing a uniform? Bitches be crazy.
On my desk I started a countdown until I leave for basic. I ripped off the "114 days" sheet and tossed it away with a smile on my face. One less shit-tastic day in this hell hole before I pick myself up and run away. It's like a coming of age tale that I get to be the main character of, but instead of a teenager, I'm about... ya know almost 25. Le sigh.
I'm like Billy Madison for Christ Sake. Except I don't have a shit ton of money and two drunk-ass friends to get drunk by the pool all day.
So since I've relayed to the world my news of joining the service, I get girls that I haven't talked to in months or years messaging me asking, "Are you going to wear a uniform and everything?" At which point I think to myself... "No, they are running out of money so uniforms are in short supply this year." WTF.
barelyasound and I had a good long talk about this.
I hate dumbass people. Remove head from sphincter and try again please. I figured that joining the service (and the uniform) would alter the perception of those I know. To some I would get respect for what I'm doing, to others I'd probably be shunned a bit since the uniform can represent the war we are fighting that many Americans disapprove of. And there's an even smaller group of women in the world that love a man in uniform. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for women that love guys in uniform. My problem is.. why are you talking to me now after so much time. You didn't give a fuck a year or two ago or treated like a fruitcake during Christmas and now you want to say "omg you just got so hot" because I'm wearing a uniform? Bitches be crazy.
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xoe_shamble:
pretentious is doable, boring though...that is a serious malady.
xoe_shamble:
be careful about the women that "love a man in uniform" they usually live right off post and will do anything to get you bent around the axle enough to marry them! Leeches. They are also the same ones that cheat on their husband when he gets deployed. I have seen it happen far too many times to my friends.