Crapped out again
Well, Ed and I are no more. I don't feel like going into the gory (yet expected) details, so I'll just say that all the cliches you've heard about long-distance military relationships? ALL TRUE. Surprisingly, I'm not all that upset. I continue to make the best of it and live my motto: Life is a shit sandwich. Eat it or starve.
I'm happy enough at my job. I work in a warehouse at a luxury hotel monitoring all inventory that gets delivered to the various restaurants and bars that lease from us...food, liquor, dry goods, etc. The best part? Working with sweaty, energetic, awesomely hot boys who bend over backwards for me. Seriously, the pay's shit, but the atmosphere.
Anyway, I'm busy getting slightly drunk and eating delicious deep fried italian rice balls. Whatchoo guys up to?
I'm happy enough at my job. I work in a warehouse at a luxury hotel monitoring all inventory that gets delivered to the various restaurants and bars that lease from us...food, liquor, dry goods, etc. The best part? Working with sweaty, energetic, awesomely hot boys who bend over backwards for me. Seriously, the pay's shit, but the atmosphere.
Anyway, I'm busy getting slightly drunk and eating delicious deep fried italian rice balls. Whatchoo guys up to?