A different kind of livejournal.
A drunk post. Just like the old days, right? No. It's a bit different. Instead of the usual background of the computer desk and wall of my Olive Branch home, there is my knees, and a very drunk miscreant from the USS Robert G. Bradley. It's only 7:00, but I've been drinking with the poor young man since like 10:00. His cohort, another person from my ship is talking on the phone with his girlfriend. When he gets ready, I'm gonna attempt to drink him under the table as well. But for now, it's nostalgic.
I must say that I profoundly miss all of you, as well as the people who don't cruise Livejournal. But man.... you guys....
fuck. I was gonna write more, but...
I must say that I profoundly miss all of you, as well as the people who don't cruise Livejournal. But man.... you guys....
fuck. I was gonna write more, but...