end of an empire
so luke strikes back
and everyone pays
its a chain reaction
and now i'm not sure
i can't hook myself up
let alone the business
yeah. i used to do people's laundry for money. i was getting pretty fucking rich off it too. i'd do just about anything for a five spot. wash a bag, five spot. press a set with millitary creases, five spot. wash a bag and press a set, ten spot. and it all adds up. maybe i'd make ten dollars a night or one night i made fifty. it was good for business until the upper mannagment put an end to everything.
this dude who always abused the laid back nature of his supervisors, finally struck out. he caused a big scene. he tried to push around a second class petty officer and he told off chief saying that the entire chain of command was shit. and although he was completley right, he wasn't right in saying so.
so fuck him.
i talked to the new journalist chief. he just got on board via helo. he flew in from rota spain along with a new boatswains mate (that explains why holmes saw uss bataan on the guest list).
so joc is hooking me up with the paperwork i need to fix up my personel reccord. and i hope it works out this time because it makes the difference of six months in deck department and nine months of backpay. it's a lot of money. but it's mostly the opertunity to get out of deck that i'm excited about.
soon, i will be going back to the division. i will be leaving laundry. lauren will be by herself. oh no! it's been fun working with her. sometimes i forget that we're dating its so fucking weird.
and sometimes we forget that we're on the ship. she tried to kiss me today but remembered just in time. some second class was looking and her eyes just got real big and she laughed.
"i didn't see anything!"
and we were so embarassed. like whoa. she's cool and probably wouldn't say anything. she's this short kinda fat black chick that follows our supervisor around like a lost puppy. we don't know where she's from (not our department) and we call her hassan's gorilla. actualy nowland calls her that. its funny. because its true.
irony: he got offended when i called him a monkey but its okay for him to call someone else a gorilla? and i know my spelling sucks but who knows how to spell gorilla correctly anyway? its a fucked up word.
lauren is so cute. she covers her mouth when she eats.
and today down in laundry i was messing around with my lighter and took the top off and i leaked all over my hands. so i went to wash it off and lauren set the fucker on fire with my other lighter. yeah. it started a big fire and i was like holly fuck lauren! class bravo fire! but we put it out. nobody knew about it but us. our secret... kinda.
i want to kiss her but i can't. it won't be until we hit our first port that i can kiss her. we will have so many things to do and see. this is a unique experience and i am happy to spend it with someone so cool.
the future will be so jealous of the present.
as for my tatoo ideas, i'm certain about the phoenix. but i don't want anything with big curling flames. i wans something bold and powerful. kind of like my lucky shirt. does anybody out there have a picture of me wearing my old lucky shirt that shows the picture on the front? that would totaly suck my dick (bring me pleasure).
i got another email from sarah. sometimes its best not to post content of personal emails on public forums. but i think lauren is jealous. she doesn't need to be. or maybe she's just worried. i can understand that. people are just a bottle of bombs and emotions. kind of like that incident with the lighter in laundry, you can't go around playing with those things.
people die. haha!
and everyone pays
its a chain reaction
and now i'm not sure
i can't hook myself up
let alone the business
yeah. i used to do people's laundry for money. i was getting pretty fucking rich off it too. i'd do just about anything for a five spot. wash a bag, five spot. press a set with millitary creases, five spot. wash a bag and press a set, ten spot. and it all adds up. maybe i'd make ten dollars a night or one night i made fifty. it was good for business until the upper mannagment put an end to everything.
this dude who always abused the laid back nature of his supervisors, finally struck out. he caused a big scene. he tried to push around a second class petty officer and he told off chief saying that the entire chain of command was shit. and although he was completley right, he wasn't right in saying so.
so fuck him.
i talked to the new journalist chief. he just got on board via helo. he flew in from rota spain along with a new boatswains mate (that explains why holmes saw uss bataan on the guest list).
so joc is hooking me up with the paperwork i need to fix up my personel reccord. and i hope it works out this time because it makes the difference of six months in deck department and nine months of backpay. it's a lot of money. but it's mostly the opertunity to get out of deck that i'm excited about.
soon, i will be going back to the division. i will be leaving laundry. lauren will be by herself. oh no! it's been fun working with her. sometimes i forget that we're dating its so fucking weird.
and sometimes we forget that we're on the ship. she tried to kiss me today but remembered just in time. some second class was looking and her eyes just got real big and she laughed.
"i didn't see anything!"
and we were so embarassed. like whoa. she's cool and probably wouldn't say anything. she's this short kinda fat black chick that follows our supervisor around like a lost puppy. we don't know where she's from (not our department) and we call her hassan's gorilla. actualy nowland calls her that. its funny. because its true.
irony: he got offended when i called him a monkey but its okay for him to call someone else a gorilla? and i know my spelling sucks but who knows how to spell gorilla correctly anyway? its a fucked up word.
lauren is so cute. she covers her mouth when she eats.
and today down in laundry i was messing around with my lighter and took the top off and i leaked all over my hands. so i went to wash it off and lauren set the fucker on fire with my other lighter. yeah. it started a big fire and i was like holly fuck lauren! class bravo fire! but we put it out. nobody knew about it but us. our secret... kinda.
i want to kiss her but i can't. it won't be until we hit our first port that i can kiss her. we will have so many things to do and see. this is a unique experience and i am happy to spend it with someone so cool.
the future will be so jealous of the present.
as for my tatoo ideas, i'm certain about the phoenix. but i don't want anything with big curling flames. i wans something bold and powerful. kind of like my lucky shirt. does anybody out there have a picture of me wearing my old lucky shirt that shows the picture on the front? that would totaly suck my dick (bring me pleasure).
i got another email from sarah. sometimes its best not to post content of personal emails on public forums. but i think lauren is jealous. she doesn't need to be. or maybe she's just worried. i can understand that. people are just a bottle of bombs and emotions. kind of like that incident with the lighter in laundry, you can't go around playing with those things.
people die. haha!