Hey boys and girls, how was your holiday season? I just got back from hell, er... Detroit, today. I was visiting the fam, my brother came into town one last time before he goes off to war. So my dad wanted us to all be together before he goes. I wanted to kill myself, my grandmother is Satan in the flesh. She is so evil, so hateful, so hurtful. I literally get ill every time I have to see her, it's crazy... if I spend mre that 2 hours with her I start vomiting, seriously! I was in Detroit since Christmas, I was sick the whole time. That woman is so mean spirited, she makes me feel like I'm 3 inches tall.
So yes you read right, my brother, my little brother, is going off to war. He is a soldier about to be shipped off to Iraq. When he enlisted last year I was convinced that I was adopted, there's no way that anyone that is my blood relative would ever join the army. If you knew me you would instantly know what I mean by that. Let's just say that I'm not a fan of the current state of the government in the US, and that's a huge understatement. The first three months my brother was in the service I sent him one letter each week that read, "YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!". It was my way of trying to get him to realize that he was being an idiot and quit while he still could. Now he's going off to war to coordinate who dies, he's military intelligence... the kid can't even get from Chicago to Texas. He ended up in Memphis one time, a 300 mile wrong turn (it took him that long to figure out he was going the wrong way) and Kansas this time. This is the kind of person we have coordinating attacks. I asked him if he's OK with all the blood he's going to have on his hands. I know this sounds harsh, but my brother knows my lifelong beliefs about our country, and that I am just trying to convince him to get out. It's all in love. I am so worried, this might be the last time I ever see my little brother, and part of it had to be spent with that evil cunt of a grandmother I have.
So yes you read right, my brother, my little brother, is going off to war. He is a soldier about to be shipped off to Iraq. When he enlisted last year I was convinced that I was adopted, there's no way that anyone that is my blood relative would ever join the army. If you knew me you would instantly know what I mean by that. Let's just say that I'm not a fan of the current state of the government in the US, and that's a huge understatement. The first three months my brother was in the service I sent him one letter each week that read, "YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!". It was my way of trying to get him to realize that he was being an idiot and quit while he still could. Now he's going off to war to coordinate who dies, he's military intelligence... the kid can't even get from Chicago to Texas. He ended up in Memphis one time, a 300 mile wrong turn (it took him that long to figure out he was going the wrong way) and Kansas this time. This is the kind of person we have coordinating attacks. I asked him if he's OK with all the blood he's going to have on his hands. I know this sounds harsh, but my brother knows my lifelong beliefs about our country, and that I am just trying to convince him to get out. It's all in love. I am so worried, this might be the last time I ever see my little brother, and part of it had to be spent with that evil cunt of a grandmother I have.
btw.. I'm sorry you had to spend time in Detroit. If there is one city i can't stand.. it's Detroit.