i just ate a green bell pepper for lunch. with hummus. huuummmuusssss.
mason keeps talking to me.
i slept like a rock. hugged myself to sleep probably.
i hate oatmeal.
can carrots expire? i think im eating expired carrots.
mike leaves tomorrow until the beginning of september.
my birthday is next month- whatcha getting me? :)
(((it blows me away sometimes. hey checkit i finally have the energy and motivation to write about something that it kind of doesnt matter anymore. i guess it just goes to show you how much "time" can heal. i didn't care how it happened- i'm just glad i no longer care.
before i went to iraq, but after i graduated ait i had to report to fort hood. i was the only one who had orders to ft hood from my graduating class. i reported alone. i spent a few weeks in california saying hello and quick goodbyes to all my friends and family. i felt great and special and accomplished. i had broken out of santa clarita. i thought everyone would have changed but no, things remained the same somehow, even after i left. i looked great when i graduated ait. nice small body, still full of life, optimistic and full of spirit. i had been seeing a guy in arizona, zac. we got along great but he was a college kid and going back to WV and i knew he would disappear. so i did it first. i got to 41st replacement at hood and instantly had a new set of friends. most of them were infantry, so i fell under the category of slag. one was named sheriff he had a lot of stories about how he was airborne and got kicked out of SF school because he "didnt rat out my friend for stealing candy". even back then i remember not being so stupid. there were two other infantry guys i clicked with. daniels and crawford. they had been roommates through basic and ait. crawford, randy- he had his truck. so the three of us kind of just hung out.
everything from here is very clear to me. i can watch this train wreck in high def whenever i want probably for the rest of my life. i think subconsciously i knew the type of disaster randy was.
during the entirety of knowing randy, i used herbal essence shampoo and conditioner. the blue coconut kind to be exact. he had a black faded shirt he wore all the time with some stupid sarcastic quote on it. i wore jeans and a tan hoodie. my hair was usually up. i've never met someone who DIDNT fall into a category like him. he drove a truck but he wasn't straight redneck. he was from oklahoma, but didn't work on a farm. he had a son but he only fucked the mom out of a bet that he would take her virginity. he didnt dress in any certain way. he was one of the best fucks ive ever had. he also fucked my brain up for a very long time.
we got into a car accident one time at walmart in killeen. he was backing up and some tiny car was on his ass. he also got a ticket from a bicycle cop on post. he would pick me up and drop me off at work. it seriously seemed like he genuinely cared. im pretty sure he repeated every single line to every single girl he fucked between the day we met and today. thats not the part im bitter about in case you wanted to know.
im not bitter that he stole my army ring.
im not bitter that he stole seven hundred dollars from me.
im not even bitter about how he called me a cum guzzling gutter wetback slut.
the truth sucks when you don't know it.
when i returned from iraq, the very same day we arrived at the gym, i had a guy waiting for me there- it amazes me how charming i can be and how little i care about who i fuck over- he brought me a giant bouqet of roses. we had met in iraq he was a cav scout and he was jewish. anyways, he helped me settle into my new barracks room, took me to the mall to get real clothes and look pretty and then i had him drop me off at the 4 ID barracks. i saw some old friends from my first unit and then i went to randys old room. daniels opened the door and said OH SHIT and closed the door in my face. randy was on the phone talking to his new bitch and then we talked for hours.
then i went down on him in the laundry room
and then we fucked
and then the next morning when he went to work, i wrote the date and my name behind his magnet so i could blackmail him. i also found a phone bill which i stole a couple phone numbers off. you could say i was fucking crazy.
super long story short
i never got my money and they eventually broke up.
that was longer than i wanted it to be.)))
(((it blows me away sometimes. hey checkit i finally have the energy and motivation to write about something that it kind of doesnt matter anymore. i guess it just goes to show you how much "time" can heal. i didn't care how it happened- i'm just glad i no longer care.
before i went to iraq, but after i graduated ait i had to report to fort hood. i was the only one who had orders to ft hood from my graduating class. i reported alone. i spent a few weeks in california saying hello and quick goodbyes to all my friends and family. i felt great and special and accomplished. i had broken out of santa clarita. i thought everyone would have changed but no, things remained the same somehow, even after i left. i looked great when i graduated ait. nice small body, still full of life, optimistic and full of spirit. i had been seeing a guy in arizona, zac. we got along great but he was a college kid and going back to WV and i knew he would disappear. so i did it first. i got to 41st replacement at hood and instantly had a new set of friends. most of them were infantry, so i fell under the category of slag. one was named sheriff he had a lot of stories about how he was airborne and got kicked out of SF school because he "didnt rat out my friend for stealing candy". even back then i remember not being so stupid. there were two other infantry guys i clicked with. daniels and crawford. they had been roommates through basic and ait. crawford, randy- he had his truck. so the three of us kind of just hung out.
everything from here is very clear to me. i can watch this train wreck in high def whenever i want probably for the rest of my life. i think subconsciously i knew the type of disaster randy was.
during the entirety of knowing randy, i used herbal essence shampoo and conditioner. the blue coconut kind to be exact. he had a black faded shirt he wore all the time with some stupid sarcastic quote on it. i wore jeans and a tan hoodie. my hair was usually up. i've never met someone who DIDNT fall into a category like him. he drove a truck but he wasn't straight redneck. he was from oklahoma, but didn't work on a farm. he had a son but he only fucked the mom out of a bet that he would take her virginity. he didnt dress in any certain way. he was one of the best fucks ive ever had. he also fucked my brain up for a very long time.
we got into a car accident one time at walmart in killeen. he was backing up and some tiny car was on his ass. he also got a ticket from a bicycle cop on post. he would pick me up and drop me off at work. it seriously seemed like he genuinely cared. im pretty sure he repeated every single line to every single girl he fucked between the day we met and today. thats not the part im bitter about in case you wanted to know.
im not bitter that he stole my army ring.
im not bitter that he stole seven hundred dollars from me.
im not even bitter about how he called me a cum guzzling gutter wetback slut.
the truth sucks when you don't know it.
when i returned from iraq, the very same day we arrived at the gym, i had a guy waiting for me there- it amazes me how charming i can be and how little i care about who i fuck over- he brought me a giant bouqet of roses. we had met in iraq he was a cav scout and he was jewish. anyways, he helped me settle into my new barracks room, took me to the mall to get real clothes and look pretty and then i had him drop me off at the 4 ID barracks. i saw some old friends from my first unit and then i went to randys old room. daniels opened the door and said OH SHIT and closed the door in my face. randy was on the phone talking to his new bitch and then we talked for hours.
then i went down on him in the laundry room
and then we fucked
and then the next morning when he went to work, i wrote the date and my name behind his magnet so i could blackmail him. i also found a phone bill which i stole a couple phone numbers off. you could say i was fucking crazy.
super long story short
i never got my money and they eventually broke up.
that was longer than i wanted it to be.)))
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