... and I'm trapped inside. Or at least it feels that way. I'm parked at a hotel mooching off the internet, debating the merits of going back to the barracks to drink Sprite (mmmm. Sprite) and play DDR. It's flurrying outside. It feels so surreal...

Would you believe that I finally got to my barracks room, and my FUCKING LAPTOP BROKE? THAT STUPID PIECE OF SHIT LASTED SIX MONTHS IN IRAQ, AND IT BREAKS THE DAY I'M BACK IN OHIO. WTF?!?!

Anyway. On pass right now. Doing taxes, fixing cell phone and car insurance, crap like that. That's all that's going on at the moment. Going to buy new computer, ( Read more... )

It hasn't gone over 115 degrees in the past three days! YEEEEEEE!!!

>.<

Now. Back to the fray. Melting those pesky threads we are, precious.

Koji, if you want that damned pic I owe you you're going to have to get deployed 'cuz I am. Dudes in general, sorry I haven't posted. Or commented. Or even checked my journal for months on end. Hopefully one day I can be Cel again instead of "PFC What'sherface" and go back to designing middling-quality webpages with dirty fics about little boys ( Read more... )

And so, beloved, continue to decry the fates as they have spoken. Impress your will upon those who would bend, and bend in turn to the strength of those whose powers are tempered in hellfire. Fight on with steel in hand, regardless of the wind, in spite of the pain and bitterness continually lashed at too tender a heart.

One day, feeble slivers of ( Read more... )

... I just realised exactly how much of my work I can't talk about in my livejournal. Or on the 'net in general, really. Damn.

At Alabama again for a refresher course before my unit deploys for Iraq ( Read more... )

I'm still a strung-out, hysterical wreck. The only things that changed were my victims and exactly what I was becoming hysterical over. Perspective's a bitch, sometimes. Gawd, some days I hate my job. Don't get me wrong, it's probably the one of the best the military can offer (heh. Especially in the civilian sector, assuming you survive initial ( Read more... )

Today is your day. Well, it is if you meant it in a metaphorical sense.

I waxed my face and it still stings. I don't feel like a soldier, much less one who's going to be deploying at the end of August. I don't feel like much of anything, really. Except dumb. Really, really, really dumb.

Yeah.

Car? Check. Insurance? Check. Obligatory social activities complete. Now, packing and consolidating paperwork for a permanent change of station!!! ... and becoming not-as-chubby. Let the calisthenics begin. We must be brutal. We must be obnoxious. We must be NOT-AFRAID-OF-HURTING-LIKE-HELL!!

... forgive my frivolity. I'm on the rag and it makes ( Read more... )