December 17, 2002
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Someone needs to kick Eric down a flight of stairs…
I solemly AFFIRM that i will tear out Eric’s rib cage one day. He never comes in on time. And he gives me the “well I’M the boss I dont have to come in on time, don’t tell me what to do…”. Shuttup girly man. If i dont break him in half one day, Warren would.
Once again, our tapioca ball shooting contests are back again. The same dartboards as usual, take points, and once in a while… shoot some innocent mall shoppers as they pass by. Who says working in the food court is bad? Hellnaw…. get paid to dick off like that, i’d do it again. Except for doing actual work, plus putting up with the dumbass questions people ask us. Believe me, the x’mas holiday season never fails to turn mall employees into Scrooges.
I also find it funny how more girls seem to talk to me now after they found out im going to the marines. As if i’m some sort of hero or something. Well, 27,000 reservists being activated, i guess you can count that an “act of heroism”, but in my case… im just gonna end up as a human shield. And the worst part about it? I cant do JACK SHIT about it.
“WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, NUMBNUTS?!??!” – R. Lee Ermey, Full Metal Jacket.
Well, to back up my theory, here’s what i’ll be going through at Parris Island recruit depot:
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Mood: homicidal. And hungry. as usual.
Physical condition: itchy fists. Need Eric’s face to cure.
ETA: 35 days left until “see ya in hell sucka“
Comments (2)
Well now i see you’re motivated already! that’s a good sign man…hahhahah. You need that motivation at Parris Island. Keep me posted!
Semper Fi
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