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Oh, hey hey, heyheyheyhey...REAL LIFE SUCKS! Now I'm just going to go curl up into my corner of happy and just contemplate the merits of maybe possibly figuring out the feeling of being piss ass drunk feels like. Just so you know I can perhaps forget that lovely time of jarring phone calls at random times of the day and night and watching family members slowly turn into vultures of the monetary loving kind.
Dear flist, if there ever comes a day I should be afflicted with something like Alzheimers I will negotiate a way to leave everything to the one that efficiently takes me out with a shotgun, especially before any of the supposedly 'loving' relatives get a whiff of it.
But yay I live and now I must relearn the art of spam before I go and visit that Air Force Recruiter next week and begin the process of saving my ass finance wise by returning to the acursed place known as military life...only as a service member this time around.
...Wheee.
Dear flist, if there ever comes a day I should be afflicted with something like Alzheimers I will negotiate a way to leave everything to the one that efficiently takes me out with a shotgun, especially before any of the supposedly 'loving' relatives get a whiff of it.
But yay I live and now I must relearn the art of spam before I go and visit that Air Force Recruiter next week and begin the process of saving my ass finance wise by returning to the acursed place known as military life...only as a service member this time around.
...Wheee.