Coming back for a fight.
Well...Tamera called me back, finally. After the emails and crap about wanting to keep in touch while I go and play Merc, she stopped answering my calls a couple weeks ago. So I didn't call for like 10 days or something like that, and all of a sudden, I get a call. She felt bad for not calling, and is actually planning on moving up to Alaska, which would be great for me, because then I can get her to go to church, and maybe I can have a relationship with her down the line. I would really like one of those again. You'd think I'd be cautious, but nah, I'm stupid so it all works out. Once I get back to Anchorage, I need to talk with Spc. Bogle about getting my tattoos done, because his PreJoeJob was running a tattoo place.
You know...since nobody will read this before it happens, I'll spill the beans ahead of time. I was always good at jumping the gun on suprises anyhow.
I get back in Anchorage at 11 P.M. Tonight. (For some reason, all of the Christian songs are playing right now, and I have about 1500 songs on my hard drive, and it's on Random. Wrong time to be sending me hints, God; I'm currently not listening.) What happened was, I volunteer to go to Iraq in replace of a peice of crap, under the vise that I am going to protect my friend. Well, everyone else knew that the guy I was replacing was a bad dude, so they were trying to take him off of the list. Due to a miscommunication, I replaced the guy THE DAY AFTER they took him off of the list. What does this mean? It means, I was down here as a replacement for someone who wasn't supposed to go. Meaning I didn't get paid, and I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. All of my training down here didn't count for anything except a learning experience, and now I get to go back home.
I hope...that even though I just got the dick...everything works out for me. As long as I don't....Nah, don't even go there.
You know...since nobody will read this before it happens, I'll spill the beans ahead of time. I was always good at jumping the gun on suprises anyhow.
I get back in Anchorage at 11 P.M. Tonight. (For some reason, all of the Christian songs are playing right now, and I have about 1500 songs on my hard drive, and it's on Random. Wrong time to be sending me hints, God; I'm currently not listening.) What happened was, I volunteer to go to Iraq in replace of a peice of crap, under the vise that I am going to protect my friend. Well, everyone else knew that the guy I was replacing was a bad dude, so they were trying to take him off of the list. Due to a miscommunication, I replaced the guy THE DAY AFTER they took him off of the list. What does this mean? It means, I was down here as a replacement for someone who wasn't supposed to go. Meaning I didn't get paid, and I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. All of my training down here didn't count for anything except a learning experience, and now I get to go back home.
I hope...that even though I just got the dick...everything works out for me. As long as I don't....Nah, don't even go there.