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Ok, so the past two weeks have been a really huge stepping stone in my life. Apparently it was more than I could handle, and I hurt some people in the process. Well, maybe not people, but this one person. Someone really special to me. That hurt me. I hate hurting people. Even if it was unavoidable. I suppose I should be thankful that it happened before we became anymore involved with each other. It's apparent that we are still friends though. I'm happy for that.
So anyway, life has been pretty good to me otherwise. I am meeting new people. Exploring new avenues on the road of life, shall we say. I suppose I'm happy. Other than the fact that I hate my job right now. Well, aside from not knowing what the hell I'm doing, not getting along with my cooworkers, trying not to conform, hate wearing a uniform, and wanting to go ballistic...I love what I do. Blah...
So I stripped for a dollar at a gay bar this weekend. Noone has fully appreciated the story so far, so I don't think I'll even go into it. It was fun though, I'll leave it at that.
I havn't been home in months. I used to go home every two weeks. How sad is that?! Drive 7 hours home just to visit the people you fought to get rid of in the first place. Oh well. I'm headed home for x-mas. Apparently I'm going winter camping. It's gonna be really rad. I'm excited.
I wish life were perfect. Yah, that would be nice. Have a job that I liked. Someone to hold at night. No planes falling out of the fucking sky.
I really want out of the damn military. Persue my own damn interests, not the interests of everyone else that ranks me.
I can't find anything else to whine about; besides, I wrote a journal entry on paper today at work intending to come home and upload it. I forgot it somewhere...hmm
So anyway, life has been pretty good to me otherwise. I am meeting new people. Exploring new avenues on the road of life, shall we say. I suppose I'm happy. Other than the fact that I hate my job right now. Well, aside from not knowing what the hell I'm doing, not getting along with my cooworkers, trying not to conform, hate wearing a uniform, and wanting to go ballistic...I love what I do. Blah...
So I stripped for a dollar at a gay bar this weekend. Noone has fully appreciated the story so far, so I don't think I'll even go into it. It was fun though, I'll leave it at that.
I havn't been home in months. I used to go home every two weeks. How sad is that?! Drive 7 hours home just to visit the people you fought to get rid of in the first place. Oh well. I'm headed home for x-mas. Apparently I'm going winter camping. It's gonna be really rad. I'm excited.
I wish life were perfect. Yah, that would be nice. Have a job that I liked. Someone to hold at night. No planes falling out of the fucking sky.
I really want out of the damn military. Persue my own damn interests, not the interests of everyone else that ranks me.
I can't find anything else to whine about; besides, I wrote a journal entry on paper today at work intending to come home and upload it. I forgot it somewhere...hmm