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2004-03-06 // 5:01 a.m. call, its the weekend well, i wake up randomly, fix the few hits on the room ... we got inspected, PO1 Alexander and i think Roemer *female* ... well, he come in fer the inspection, and im all super-groggy, and he's all "female on deck, keep your covers on" ... well, and normal time and i would have laughed fer an hour... but i just kinda slept i heard him touch my dresser/locker'ish stuff, and he opened the microwave n looked at the builtup ice. and left. 'SAT' i wake up agin, watch the movie 'rounders', shower, then half-asleep daydreaming.. suddenly realize i have 30 minz to be in class ... so i get ready n go. class, test, pizza, performance-test ... and im out call Niki, we hang out we didnt kno want to do, we go around town kinda, by the movies, but nothing is playing nearly early enough fer her desire cuz see wants to be asleep kinda early?..?.. i keep steal her cigarettes and she ends of cop'n a feel *lol* i was fun. we end up going to the beach ... i think she likes me kinda, but i dunno we get ice cream at the baskin robbins in Gulf Breeze, eating i kinda roundabout ask her to be my girlfriend, and i of course got the i dont kno. dammnit. she suggests we get a hotel for the soul purpose of me giving her a massage. um ... i agree, but i want one with a DVD player ... and none has one. fuck. like, i called all the major places, nobody has them. so in 6 months when they all start appearing with DVD players, its my fault. My Fault! so we go back, do laundry. she sends me to Taco Bell to buy her food. i get a hug out of it. mine is finishing up, she wants to smoke. so i talk to miles while she dropps the laundry in her room... and while that happening, ants are stelthily crawling up my leg.. we walk over to the smoke shack, and they attack ... fuck. well, i hate ants to a near phobia, so i barely contain myself until about 20 ft from the smoke shack and i flip out, half-running to my room... i take a shower. happyness. call niki and apologize, well she was gonna sleep. damn, but oh well soi head back to get my laundry Funk, Waugh, and some marine guy yell "hey, come to waffle house with us!!!!!" ... well, i told them i had laundry, but they followed me, and when my darks werent done, i was all 'fuck it' and went ... it was gross.. dumpy ugly old-ass hoes n sluts n shit. i was at a near-vomit. we left somebody says "lets go to the beach" they fill my car with gasoline, then we go me n waugh are the only ones who wanna swim, the other two were lame n stuff? well, it didnt last long till we got creep'd out by the dangersurf RIP-tides n stuff ... so we kinda hang out at the beach trying to dry off... but the ocaen-spray isnt... and some couple were trying to get busy... only they leave, and theyre two chicks! then on the way home, a bunch of drunkies wave n stuff, so the marine busts out the dildo. and the kinda nudie-war ensues... i saw drunk-slut titties out the sunroof of a mustang .. *lol* anywayz, so i follow them and i guess ppl in other states dont follow each other home nearly as often as i was allowed to in Cali, cuz once we arrived, they tripped out on us. a bunch of ppl pile out, but the drivers of both cars roll the car with headlight-high beams on us, creeping close... "Why you follow'in us??" ~"uh, am i not allowed to?" "you cops??" ~"...No?" ~"uh, i apologize, ill leave" the drunk tittie slut "you wanna go, get out the car" she tries to open the doors, but the less-drunk fat girl stops her each time, and permits our exit... and we do hastily. like, old-skoo CaliSuburb chase style ... and beat them by miles... cuz they sucked, were dumb, and drunkie. so we go home. funny shit tonite im in short, wet t-shirt, and no shoes, got my laundry. im'a sleep now.. gonna play paintball trm. hehehe... fun shit. weekends rock.
Another spring, 2012 - 2012-04-28
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