I don't get along well with others.

In the past week I noticed that it's becoming increasingly difficult to have a conversation over the phone, or read an e-mail, or stand with someone else in a room, without wanting to scream, "shut the fuck up!" at every single person.

For the rest of the month I think I'm going to close up shop.

Back on Ft. Lewis we used to pray for snow because it usually meant that we were getting off work early, or not coming in at all. Over here that's not the case. What I find fascinating is that it was sunny a couple days ago. I was able to walk outside in PTs and feel comfortable in the soothing breeze. However, this morning when I stepped outside ( Read more... )

My dates for return keep getting pushed back. Ragadio and I caught a small plane over to Griffin, however the convoy that we were hoping for won't be leaving until Friday. That gives me another two and a half days to do nothing but oversleep, drink coffee, and develop an odor as I'm wearing the only uniform I took with me on R&R. I just got word ( Read more... )

So I'm back in Kuwait and I'm not thrilled about that at all. While in Europe I noticed that I had a disposition against Middle Eastern people and when I finally sat down and thought about it I came to the conclusion that I often relate these people to shitty moments in Afghanistan. Which in turn gives me a resentment. Its a cultural attribute in ( Read more... )

Some civilian fuck tried taking my seat on the flight from Qaisar. I don't know how he suddenly got the authority to do that, but at few minutes before taking off I had to fight my way back on the bird by expressing that I'm kind of a big deal and that I was transporting secret mission essential equipment back to Mazar Sharif. Had this not worked ( Read more... )

At first I was going to write a long rant on my poor choices at MEPS that landed me this job, but I’ll save that for when I’m really bored ( Read more... )

Ten years since the initial attack and we're still at war. That's all I'm going to say about 9/11 ( Read more... )

I stepped outside of the PX trailer this afternoon with a pack of cigarettes in one hand and a bottle of orange-pineapple juice in the other. As I was having an internal monologue comprised of bitching about the heat I noticed a couple guys with a can of Copenhagen Snuff. Now, I used to do indulge in the long cut about a year ago, but quit due to ( Read more... )

A Pall Mall hangs downward from my lips as I blow smoke onto the keyboard. I get the feeling that this is what the late Kurt Vonnegut must of felt like while writing his many novels. Times have changed since then of course. Instead of the annoying chatter of a typewriter there's the silence of a Panasonic CF-29 Toughbook in front of me, issued ( Read more... )

While dealing with some stress tonight in the company of my iPod I was about to switch over to Stabbing Westward and spend the next few moments feeling melancholy, but instead I accidentally opened Spineshank and found that it was a better outlet to the day's negativity. Anger feels much better than sadness any day. I stopped questioning the things ( Read more... )