I'm really, really not supposed to be here right now. I'm supposed to be at work. Because today my lunch break is for lunching purposes only. But screw them. I have email to check. Also, I'm covered in paint and dirt and I didn't take a shower yesterday. Duty sucks like that. I have paint in my hair ( Read more... )

"We don't like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out."
--Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles, 1962.

Lunch break! This is what I do on my lunch break, people. I get McDonalds and then do some internetting. I also feed the gigantic seaguls.

I have duty tomorrow. Duty = No internetting :(

So I was thinking. And I decided, dammit, thinking just isn't for me. So then I was staring off with this blank look on my face. Then I noticed there was a computer in front of me. Apparently I made this decision right as I clicked "Update Journal" and now I'm wondering how long ago I clicked it. So maybe I can't just totally give up thinking. I ( Read more... )

Masturbation hasn't lost its fun. It's just impossible to find time to do it when you live with 12 other people.

I just spent like 29857190287 hours playing Spinter Cell. I played Sunday until like 10 in the morning, then I walked to the barge, went to bed and woke up only to come back here and play until *checks clock* 2:30. I'd keep playing but my eyes are burning and I have to go to work in the morning ( Read more... )

I am painfully, wretchedly, horribly, bored. On a regular basis, I only hang out with three people up here. Brandon, Tim, and Phil. Let me break it down ( Read more... )

I just spent 5 hours in Seattle all by myself. I swear I must have walked like 5 or 6 miles. I bought a new Zippo and a wallet. I still need to get laid. I haven't gotten laid since May. This is getting bad ( Read more... )

Man I fucking worked my ass off today. From 7 to 4. No break. No lunch. No smoke. Just moving bomb fins. From one mag to the other. And chains. God. So many chains. It was great! I was dirty and tired and I get tomorrow off except for PT! And my supervisor was impressed with us! Yay ( Read more... )

Christ, it's only 6 and I'm ready for bed. I've only been working on that ship for two days and they've already got me doing real work and trying to get qual'd. Well. Real work. When I say real work I mean real bitch work. But whatever. It's a hell of a lot better than what I been doing in the Navy so far. I actually like working. So there ( Read more... )