So at 10:00 pm last night my friends come to my house and drag me to a strip club. I didn't really want to go since I had very little money, but getting tits in the face isn't a bad thing. Plus I got to meet a really cute bartender.
Got to talk to my friend Nate, who is back from Iraq for a month of so. He says that being in combat has made him loose all his morals, and now he has no problem shooting some one. That kind of scares me, but at least it's him killing people and not me, because I don't think I could pull the trigger.
Getting anxious to move on Friday. I just want a place I can call my own. I also think that I need to take a few weeks off of drinking. My body can't take getting drunk every night any more. I also think I need to loose a little of the chubby around my gut.
Well I'm going to take a short nap, and continue packing my stuff.
Got to talk to my friend Nate, who is back from Iraq for a month of so. He says that being in combat has made him loose all his morals, and now he has no problem shooting some one. That kind of scares me, but at least it's him killing people and not me, because I don't think I could pull the trigger.
Getting anxious to move on Friday. I just want a place I can call my own. I also think that I need to take a few weeks off of drinking. My body can't take getting drunk every night any more. I also think I need to loose a little of the chubby around my gut.
Well I'm going to take a short nap, and continue packing my stuff.
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yay for strip clubs!!! 