Being all that I shouldn’t be

28 03 2008

I have a few more posts about my Navy life in the works, but unfortunately I don’t think they are interesting enough bother with. For example, I drew a map on MS Paint of my shop, it was all detailed and every section of that shop has a story behind it, but like I said, I don’t think any of you really care.

But then again, what is it that YOU, the reader, really cares about in the first place?

I suppose that lately I have been on a “military kick” of sorts. Recently I unearthed from the closet my old sea bag full of uniforms, and that is probably what brought back all the memories.

I suppose I also need to admit what my “life changing plans” were all about. If you don’t know what I mean, you will after reading this. Read the rest of this entry »





College strikes again!

27 03 2008

A few years ago, for an Interpersonal Communications class, the big assignment was to take this test (Jungian Personality Type Test) and write about how accurate the results were.

Back then, the results said that I was an ISTJ.

I retook the test a few minutes ago, and now I’m an INTJ.

So in a few years time, I’ve gone from a “sensing” type to an “intuitive” type.

Maybe 5 and a half years of college did have an effect on me after all.





Search Engine Hilarity – stop poo with duct tape

27 03 2008

Now there is an add slogan for duct tape if I ever saw one.

Also, now I can’t help but wonder if somebody actually tried to stop poo with duct tape.





Search Engine Hilarity – photos of alan autry with his shirt off

27 03 2008

Who the hell looks up shit like that?

It’s probably Autry Googling himself.

Furthermore, why does my site come up for that?





Irony

27 03 2008

When I rented my first apartment with my Navy buddy Jared, we inadvertently choose the apartment for it’s “style.” As far as apartments went, it was pretty cool, and it was probably as big as the house I live in now. What we realized soon enough was that it was within walking distance to a billiards hall. And I mean really close, like across the street and through a Food Lion parking lot.

Food Lion is a grocery store, by the way. Not a lion that you can eat, as delicious as that may seem.

We often hung out at this pool hall, especially because if you went before 10pm it was all ages. Sadly, by the time either of us turned 21, we had moved on and no longer lived in that apartment.

Also, it was a little over a mile away to MY bar, which shall remain nameless because Read the rest of this entry »





Search Engine Hilarity – olive oil in my rectum

24 03 2008

Oh yeah baby, you know thats how I like it.





Restriction gave me a cyst, Part IV

24 03 2008

So there I was, bent over an exam table, naked except for a t-shirt and socks, with my boxers around my ankles. I may or may not have had my boots on, I don’t recall.

If that isn’t a good way to start out a post, I don’t know what is.

The Doc injects my lower back with some Novocaine, I guess. It was probably some generic version, because I could still feel him cutting into the flesh with a scalpel. It didn’t hurt, but the fact that I knew what he was doing back there with a knife made me wince anyway. As he was slicing, I was curling my toes involuntarily in reaction to the sensation. Always the Sailor, he said “Do you always curl your toes when you are in pain?”

It’s an orgasm joke.

Anyway, as he was slicing downward, he must have hit a sweet spot, because I felt release.

No, that wasn’t an orgasm joke.

Do you know the feeling that you get when you Read the rest of this entry »