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hello couch potatoes,

the plus-shaped cursor turns on channel me.

the green button takes you to the tagboard

and the brown round one turns on archives and exits.

happy surfing,

Saturday, February 3

t.o.w. the 6 days

Six freaking dirty muddy sweaty tiring days.

I am not an army person.

I need airconditioned comfort, cold drinks and good food 24/7.

If anything, my compulsion to slack my army life off has just been compounded. I now need to find ways to make it work.

The army is a bunch of hypocritical crap. They say that as commanders they are there to take charge of the lives and welfare of their charges but I say thats crap because down the regimented lines and charts, that doesnt really happen much, does it.

Anyway. I WANT OUT.

RWAR.

But I do love my section mates. Most of them at least. All a very fun bunch. =) They make it so much more bearable. RENT songs help loads too. I can't imagined how many times I've sang La Vie Boheme in my head.

Looking forward to tennis tonight. Woohew!

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:18 AM