poolboy6

Zombie Strippers is one of the most profoundly awesome of fucking horrible b-movies.

"Iraq is making us enough money to make God cream his pants..."

I needed this movie.

ANYWAY...

People have asked "Is there anything you need?" while I'm here in Iraq.

Pretty much, I've got everything I need. Normally, I'd say junk food is always good, but not this time. I'm... I'm on a diet. I know, I know. But I figure, I have this GREAT chance to work out, eat right, and look fucking hot when I get home. Modest, true, but hey... I've let myself go the last year or two. My PT sucks, I've got a gut almost as big as the one I had when I came in. I'd like to get back to the level of fitness that I had back in my 82nd days. And relative flatness of stomach.

So, what to send me?

• Pictures! I'll hang 'em in my room and in my workplace.
• Letters and cards. They really are better than email.
• Goofy stuff. Like pirate rubber duckies.
• Mix CDs (Wow, I really miss the word mixtape) -- I don't exactly get to have an ear on the pulse of new music here.
• Snacks that have next to no sugar and carbs.
• Umm... anything you think is cool.

Oh, and if you get a letter from me, let me know. I've sent a few out already.

So that's that.

My abs are going to hurt like hell when I get up tonight. Ditto my arms. This is a good thing.