crashdog

Thanks for welcoming me to this bomb-bastic place, everybody! I feel so loved! Nothing like coming home after a shite-ass day and seeing the folk who make you smile...

I'm going to get this off my chest right now due to the fact that I avoid talking about my worklife at all times possible (including at the workplace, much to the chargrin of my co-workers who's questions and/or comments are normally met with blank stares) so I'll say it now. All those cool recruiting ads you see on the tube show soldiers doing really crazy shit that happens nearly none of the time. Of course, this is my experience and my job has me nowhere near the heat of battle, so think of my job as something akin to Office Space, except everyone's wearing Halloween costumes and talking about eating children. Sigh. It's a living.

So I just finished reading On the Road by Jack Sheraouc (or however the f it's spelled) and it's taking about all I've got not to pawn off all my shit, steal a car and head for the border (after I grab my gal, of course). Read this book. It will make you pine for decades past...

So anywho, anyone who lives in San Antonio or the general area, let me know where all the cool kids hang so I can show up Chunk-style...I'm going to go chop up my headboard and start a fire in the street now.