scarlet descriptions
the trick is to keep moving
or, like a shark, you'll die
sleep depervation is no joke
even if it's all for the bengamins
it's not always worth it
deck department was suposed to have an inspection today so i pressed maybe twelve uniforms all in the name of lincoln. lauren stayed up all night with me and helped me press because she is an angel.
i hit my rack at 3 and woke up at 6 because i'm a hardcore motherfucker like that.
sometimes working with the girl i'm dating is annoying because i see her all the time and yet we're never alone and we're never doing anything too fun. but we have a lot of opertunity to talk. we're getting to know eachother. history as in numbers and statistics.
my numbers are two. and its been since march 22nd. you know what i mean? yeah. and number one was only once.
but you don't want to know about this. if you do, i'm worried about you.
afew nights ago, lauren and i were doing our laundry in peace. then we heard a thud and a bang and scratching of metal on metal bending and tearing the shit out of itself.
lauren ducked down like we were under fire. i pulled back like the laundry machines were going to explode. but no. someone just didn't close the door right and it fucked everything up so bad.
lacky came down to inspect and he immediatley blamed the dude that didn't close the machine right. normaly id agree but the big irony is that the guy who broke it is the same guy that dedicates every minute of his working day fixing our goddamn machines.
lackey said that he had no business working our machines and that its only his job to fix the machines and he doesn't have a right to use them.
"its not his fault," i said.
he blew up. like it was his fault.
"the doors were fucked up. how is he suposed to know how we fuck around with the doors? it was a little mistake"
big mistake. if he didn't know how to use them, he should have asked. now lacky wants to make him pay. lacky didn't expect to see the machine working again for the rest of cruise.
oh. guess who was there in the morning? guess who figured out a way to get the machine running again? oh yes. the fireman that he accused of fucking sabatoshing his "preacious machine"
the irony is: its as much the fireman's machine as it is lackey's. lackey never touches the machines. he doesn't work down there with us. he sits in his office and thinks about buying merchandice and doesn't communicate with the division lpo who goes out and buys the same damn shit.
now miller is talking shit about me. haha! she says there are some kind of rummors going around abotu me but she refuses to tell me what they are.
i got an email from sarah that went like this:
chris okula is the chris i met. no one new in the lovelife. i don't want
anyone. i still get offers, i just ignore them. and you're right your
spelling does suck...but you're in the navy, so its accepted. when you come
back, maybe you could take me to the club you're talking about. It is so
cold over here. and i'm here for the next six months. shit.
or, like a shark, you'll die
sleep depervation is no joke
even if it's all for the bengamins
it's not always worth it
deck department was suposed to have an inspection today so i pressed maybe twelve uniforms all in the name of lincoln. lauren stayed up all night with me and helped me press because she is an angel.
i hit my rack at 3 and woke up at 6 because i'm a hardcore motherfucker like that.
sometimes working with the girl i'm dating is annoying because i see her all the time and yet we're never alone and we're never doing anything too fun. but we have a lot of opertunity to talk. we're getting to know eachother. history as in numbers and statistics.
my numbers are two. and its been since march 22nd. you know what i mean? yeah. and number one was only once.
but you don't want to know about this. if you do, i'm worried about you.
afew nights ago, lauren and i were doing our laundry in peace. then we heard a thud and a bang and scratching of metal on metal bending and tearing the shit out of itself.
lauren ducked down like we were under fire. i pulled back like the laundry machines were going to explode. but no. someone just didn't close the door right and it fucked everything up so bad.
lacky came down to inspect and he immediatley blamed the dude that didn't close the machine right. normaly id agree but the big irony is that the guy who broke it is the same guy that dedicates every minute of his working day fixing our goddamn machines.
lackey said that he had no business working our machines and that its only his job to fix the machines and he doesn't have a right to use them.
"its not his fault," i said.
he blew up. like it was his fault.
"the doors were fucked up. how is he suposed to know how we fuck around with the doors? it was a little mistake"
big mistake. if he didn't know how to use them, he should have asked. now lacky wants to make him pay. lacky didn't expect to see the machine working again for the rest of cruise.
oh. guess who was there in the morning? guess who figured out a way to get the machine running again? oh yes. the fireman that he accused of fucking sabatoshing his "preacious machine"
the irony is: its as much the fireman's machine as it is lackey's. lackey never touches the machines. he doesn't work down there with us. he sits in his office and thinks about buying merchandice and doesn't communicate with the division lpo who goes out and buys the same damn shit.
now miller is talking shit about me. haha! she says there are some kind of rummors going around abotu me but she refuses to tell me what they are.
i got an email from sarah that went like this:
chris okula is the chris i met. no one new in the lovelife. i don't want
anyone. i still get offers, i just ignore them. and you're right your
spelling does suck...but you're in the navy, so its accepted. when you come
back, maybe you could take me to the club you're talking about. It is so
cold over here. and i'm here for the next six months. shit.