endlessly

Yeah, so I'm all concerned. Got in the shower last night, I was so tired I just wanted to crash but I knew I was going to be out for a while and wanted to be clean, and the new tatt started peeling like crazy. I mean no shit!. It was like watching a snake molt, but with color. It doesn't look like there was much fading, but a little right in the middle, so I'm hoping when I come back next month to complete it my guy will just put a bit more black in there and it will be right as rain. Gonna do session number two tomorrow, this will be the part that goes up my shoulder over my chest and down my back a bit. I'm excited. I love this tattoo much. Everytime I look at it, well except for after the shower last night, I just think how awesome it looks. And it's only going to get better. Hopefully when I come back to finish it we can do the first day on the right arm, then the next day starting the left arm.

I'm leaving for Ft. Benning on Thursday. Kinda excited, kinda nervous, but I konw that once I get there I will be fine. Busy as hell the first couple of weeks, but fine. One the NCO's at the recruiting station told me yesterday that I'll be doing one of "two" things: working with the basic trainee recruits, working at the hospital, or deploying. I told her that was three things, mocked her, then said I was ready for whatever. I am. A year in Iraq, fuck it, I'll just come back and buy the truck I've always wanted. It kind of suck being thirty and not having a family or any responsibilities to think of other than myself. That never used to be important to me. But I used to take a lot of things for granted and had a much different set of ideals. Now, I just hope I get the chance one day.