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I'm really bad at this [Sep. 6th, 2010|10:32 pm]
So, I've decided - if I haven't mentioned this before - I'm really bad at keeping up with this game. I can't seem to post regularly to this...  I will though.. I'll get to it.
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What to say? [Oct. 25th, 2009|07:19 am]
[Current Location |O B]
[Current Mood |calmcalm]

Wow, I can't say it's been so long since my last post, because honestly, there have been times that were a great deal longer. Um, I don't know. Not a whole great deal has changed, that's for sure. Mother dearest is still living at Dawn's, therefore we are still cramped together in the basement. Meh, who knows if she'll ever take responsibility for her own life? I sure as hell am clueless.

I'm bar-tending now. Just some hole-in-the-wall dive that a friend of my parents owns. He's a skievy bastard that kinda gives me the creeps. But hey, I work three week day mornings and one weekend day say it's money in my pocket. Then I start school in January, so it'll all work out.

I got a boyfriend to. If you can really call him that. He's about 13 years older than me. So, that would make him a...... man-?-friend. LOL. Who knows. All I know is that he looks and acts like a 28 year old, which is just fine with me. Plus, I like his parents and my parents - separately - like him. Which you, points in our favor.

Anyway, I don't know what else to say, so.. this is it for now, I guess.



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Writer's Block: Are women or men bigger cheats? [Sep. 20th, 2009|09:03 am]
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Do you think men or women are more likely to cheat if they know they won't get caught? Do you believe in marriage?
I used to have this conversation with my soldiers all the time. I think, people hear more about guys cheating than woman and therefore it is automatically assumed that men cheat more.  Honestly, I think it's equal. Just as many women would cheat if they wouldn't get caught as men.

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Psycho Parents [Sep. 14th, 2009|11:25 am]
[Current Mood |bitchybitchy]

Does anyone else have a crazy/psycho parent? And I'm not just talking about the parent that you look and roll your eyes at because they said something stupid or they say something you don't like. I'm talking about the one that you have to pull out from under the passenger side airbag of another person's car because they don't want that person to leave. And then the next day wants to pretend that nothing ever happened and its your fault for being mad at them.

Is it wrong of me to - after 23 years of dealing with such a parent - have come to the end of my rope and want to just cut them off? How much more do I have to go through? Why do I have to be the parent? When do I get to be the child?... Well, I guess seeing as I'm going to be 24, that would be never. Ugh.

Rant, short, but over.


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Ugh [Aug. 22nd, 2009|09:05 am]
[Current Mood |blahblah]

If I’d have known that shit was going to be this ridiculous, maybe I would have stayed in the military. But then again, maybe not. This whole job-search thing is driving me insane. I’m supposed to have veterans’ preference with jobs, but I have yet to see it. I really want this job at the youth center at Ft Dix, but I have yet to see anything come from that. Plus, I have to life.

All of my friends have these lives that they’ve been building since high school – and okay, most of them act like they’re still in high school – but they still have lives. And we don’t connect, because we have nothing in common. We didn’t really ever, but now it’s worse. I tell myself that once I get a job, I’ll meet new friends there.

I’m 23 and I have to tell myself this. Retarded? Very.

Anyway, done with my short rant.



If I'd have known that shit was going to be this ridicul
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From the attic [Jun. 28th, 2009|05:11 pm]
[Current Mood |complacentcomplacent]

Oh my goodness.

So I'm home, finally, and now time is dragging. Which is good, I guess. You know. It makes the vacation seem longer. Except, at the same time, it makes the time I spend living with my family seem ten times longer. And oh man is that not what I want.

I mean, sure, I have a car now, so I can get away when I want to, but holy crap, it feels like I never have any time to myself.

Anyway, I'm home.



~ Me
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Coming to you live from the hotel.... [Jun. 17th, 2009|04:47 pm]
[Current Mood |moodymoody]

So, I lleave lovely Korea tomorrow at... well 11:30ish I believe, but I leave  Humphreys at six. Oh, joy. And because the bus to the airport is all the way across post, I'm staing at the Lodge (aka hotel) so that I can be right next to the bus stop. Yay. Which isn't so bad, y'know. Full bed, bathtub.. all that fun stuff. Unfortunately, the guy on cq doesn't want to play well with others. Usually, you can sign out for leave the day before, so long it's AFTER the duty day, ie after 5. Or you wait until midnight. When I'm on cq I let people sign out after 5, sometimes I'll tell them to wait until 7ish. But no, this kid is like, "you have to wait until midnight".

Uh, hello, that's another 8 dollars in cab fare. That's not takig into account the possiblity that it won't be after hours fare and the prices are higher. I hate people. Now, I'm hoping, when I go back to the barracks to say goodbye to everyone that I can convince the platonn sergeant to have cq sign me out. I really don't want to be up until after midnight.

Anyway, that's it. Meh.


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Writer's Block: Not Even If You Paid Me [Jun. 13th, 2009|05:13 pm]
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What do you think is the worst job?
The worst job would have to be working in customer service.. especially in a Pharmacy. Oh man, those customes are crazy. Especially the ones that either don't have a co-pay or their co-pay won't cover their RX. Medicine is pretty crazy expensive and I hated having to be nice to the people  who would scream in my face about how I'm trying to rob them.. Um.. no!?
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Comihng to you live.... [Jun. 12th, 2009|10:06 am]
From my.. office? I guess you can call it that. It's more like the platoon sergeant's office. Remember when I said that I had to give a statement on Wednesday? Well, it never happened. Now, I am giving it today. And hoping that it doesn't take forever, because I have tons of shit to get done today. And by tons I mean, cleaning my room and a dentist appointment. Why is it, that I'm 23 years old and they still feel the need to tell me to clean my room.

Don't get me wrong, my room is not a pig sty. I have nothing lying around that should not be there. My floor is sans clothing and piles of garbage. I do have a few totes lying around, but I'm still trying to get my stuff together. You know, all the shit that I forgot to have the movers pack? Yeah, I have to mail that all home. And let me tell you, it's a lot. Just picture this, the moves had 17 boxes that they packed up into their tiny little bongo truck with the Lamborghini style vertical doors. Now, I still have more that needs to go. At least when I get my own apartment, I'll have enough stuff to function.

Anyway, so I'm sitting in the office, apparently twiddling my thumbs because I have to wait for the commander to come home - or to work - so that I can give her my statement and she can sign it as a witness. Loverly. Not only that, but as I sit here typing this little message to all of you out there that actually read this crazy thing, that chick that I was talking about is standing outside the office door, waiting as well. With loser number 2. Or could he be number 1, because he's the one she originally got caught with. And the funny thing is, every time she walks passed the door, she tries to give me the evil eye. Like she knows why I'm here.

Not that I care, because she means shit to mean, and hey! if you want to keep on keeping on, who am I to tell you to stop? Again. You didn't want to listen the first time, well I'll make sure you stop. I could care less if the bitch hates me. Worthless piece of shit that she is. It doesn't hurt my feelings any if you don't like me. Keep whispering out in hall like the little child that you are.

Anyway.. I'm dying here.. I can't wait... Six more days.. That's all... Just. Six. More. Days.


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Writer's Block: Last Meal [Jun. 11th, 2009|11:15 am]

What do you want your last meal to be?
This is a pretty morbid question, but okay I'll play your game.... My last mean? I think I could go for meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and homemade biscuits.. Yeah, I'm a meat and potatoes kinda girl. But then again, I could always eat some yummy Chicken Francese. Mmm-mmm.
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