I need some victories

I seriously want a divorce. This woman is a monster.

I stumbled across a huge smattering of old emails today ( Read more... )

I fucking hate when you're wrong, you know you're wrong, and there's nothing you can do to save grace.

So I'm going to go with, "I'm fucking pissed off."

But you know what I hate even more? Losing my composure and initiative. Now I feel fucked.

Save your eyes ( Read more... )

So, it's been a half year or more since I last updated this thing. I joined the Marine Corps. I made it through basic, MCT, and now I'm at my MOS school in Pensacola, Florida. No, I'm not an aviation weiner, I'm a Signals Intelligence weenie.

I promise I'll go into explicit detail next post. Or you could check my Mice Pace--Myspace.

I'm watching Episode III after a long and pretty eventful weekend and I'm realizing how clumsy the fucking dialogue is. srsly, clumsy clumsy clumsy. Like me in certain social situations.

So yeah, the last few nights have been pretty fun. My only complaint is we need more people and less people that bail early.

You know, since May 3rd I think there have been fewer than 3 days where I haven't had a drink of alcohol.

This place is so petty.

I feel guilty about telling people to fuck off, not because of any moral stance or anything... but because I know my karma will take yet another hit as I hurt another person's feelings.

And most of the friends and associates I have here, well, I haven't been able to take anyone seriously in so long.

Not a good week.