pressing on
its not the isolation
or repatitious days
being underway doesn't bother me
no solid ground
always on an elevator
none of it bothers me a bit
but not being able to touch...
once again i'd like to announce that i am a fool. i'm dating a navy girl. i'm dating a navy girl on my ship. that's like incest.
but i must also let it be known that i like her a lot. but then again, that's foolish in itself. i'm just so worried that i'm setting myself up for failure.
oh my god. everything all of the time. upsidown all of the time. nothing is stable. nothing is certain.
she has such animated eyes. even in how she eats, i just want to smile. something in the way that she looks at her food and eats it so slowly and enjoys every bite. i eat too fast for her. i need to slow down.
last night, we had some heavy waves. the laundry baskets are all on wheels so they roll around all the time and hit things. lauren jumped into one and rode around in it until she tipped it over and hit her head. ouch!
then our supervisor jumped in a laundry cart and rode around until he hit his elbow.
there were no serious injuries. only loads of immature, ruthless, irrisponsible fun. nothing like this happens in deck department. i mean, the people i know are cool but i can't see my supervisors engaging in recklass behaviour.
since i work in laundry, i do personal laundry for friends after hours. i scratch their backs and they scractch mine. i got plenty of cash for when we hit ports now, but sometimes doing laundry gets stressful.
i'll walk away for a bit and someone will move my shit around. today i got so stressed out and i think i scared lauren a bit. i kicked the ground and yelled afew words so that god could hear how upset i was. i keep fucking up people's laundry.
afew days ago, i lost this one dudes underwear and i lost this dudes coveralls. now i almost lost the same dude's entire laundry bag. that would be bad karma.
godfuckingdamn! my life is a mess.
has anybody sent me physical mail? i havn't gotten any yet.
and i'm thinking about this tatoo. i was thinking something hebrew for a while, but i'm not so jewish. maybe germanic or anglo-saxon? like my lucky shirt (that my fucking x-girlfriend sarah so conveniently threw away) and the phoenix symbol? i could so get that tatooed on my arm with a little profound phrase under it. i want some feedback on this idea.
could anybody find me a picture of that? i'm looking but i can't find it. and maybe a little background information? totaly. internet is so slow.
this has been the repeated phrase of the week: hook me up. please? i'll love you forever.
or repatitious days
being underway doesn't bother me
no solid ground
always on an elevator
none of it bothers me a bit
but not being able to touch...
once again i'd like to announce that i am a fool. i'm dating a navy girl. i'm dating a navy girl on my ship. that's like incest.
but i must also let it be known that i like her a lot. but then again, that's foolish in itself. i'm just so worried that i'm setting myself up for failure.
oh my god. everything all of the time. upsidown all of the time. nothing is stable. nothing is certain.
she has such animated eyes. even in how she eats, i just want to smile. something in the way that she looks at her food and eats it so slowly and enjoys every bite. i eat too fast for her. i need to slow down.
last night, we had some heavy waves. the laundry baskets are all on wheels so they roll around all the time and hit things. lauren jumped into one and rode around in it until she tipped it over and hit her head. ouch!
then our supervisor jumped in a laundry cart and rode around until he hit his elbow.
there were no serious injuries. only loads of immature, ruthless, irrisponsible fun. nothing like this happens in deck department. i mean, the people i know are cool but i can't see my supervisors engaging in recklass behaviour.
since i work in laundry, i do personal laundry for friends after hours. i scratch their backs and they scractch mine. i got plenty of cash for when we hit ports now, but sometimes doing laundry gets stressful.
i'll walk away for a bit and someone will move my shit around. today i got so stressed out and i think i scared lauren a bit. i kicked the ground and yelled afew words so that god could hear how upset i was. i keep fucking up people's laundry.
afew days ago, i lost this one dudes underwear and i lost this dudes coveralls. now i almost lost the same dude's entire laundry bag. that would be bad karma.
godfuckingdamn! my life is a mess.
has anybody sent me physical mail? i havn't gotten any yet.
and i'm thinking about this tatoo. i was thinking something hebrew for a while, but i'm not so jewish. maybe germanic or anglo-saxon? like my lucky shirt (that my fucking x-girlfriend sarah so conveniently threw away) and the phoenix symbol? i could so get that tatooed on my arm with a little profound phrase under it. i want some feedback on this idea.
could anybody find me a picture of that? i'm looking but i can't find it. and maybe a little background information? totaly. internet is so slow.
this has been the repeated phrase of the week: hook me up. please? i'll love you forever.