For-ev-ver ... for-ev-ver ... for-ev-ver ...
Since absolutely half of nothing happened to me today, I had a chance to do some uninterrupted pondering.
After I spent awhile wondering why peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were so hard to come by around here, and another few minutes on the mystery that is the Olsen twins' celebrity (WHY? They are UNATTRACTIVE and TALENTLESS), I turned my attentions to my surroundings.
And I thought ... why does this seem so normal to me?
The twin bed in my Army-issued trailer-room ... the shower shoes always next to my door ... the M16 propped against my wall ... the locker I keep my clothes and belongings packed tightly inside ... the duffel bags, partially packed with extraneous gear, stowed away above the locker ... the uniform I put on every, single, day ... the cafeteria-esque dining facility ... the Large Boring Building where I spend 12 hours every day ...
I feel as though I have been here FOREVER.
And I don't mean FOREVER in the "really really really fucking long time" sense, either. I mean it in the more Twilight Zone-y, "but haven't I always been here?" sense. Like Home is just some magical, mystical place that's in my memory, but doesn't seem real.
How fucked up is THAT?
But don't worry, America -- I'll never let go ... I'll never let go!
:::::
When I get out of the Army, I'm sure I'm going to have to get some kind of unpleasant job and be someone's peon for at least a little while.
But whoever's peon I am, I hope they don't mind that I like to dance around the office to the Dirty Dancing song.
Because honestly? Doing that, just now? Totally made my day.
That is to say --
I've ... had ... the time of my li-i-ife ...
I've NEver FELT this way beFORE!
Yes, I SWEAR!
It's the tru-u-uth!
And I owe it all to YOU-OU-OU!
:::::
Before I dance off into the sunset, I have a little treat for my favorite Pie Rat -- the clever, witty, brightly-colored, playwright-y Poola:
After I spent awhile wondering why peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were so hard to come by around here, and another few minutes on the mystery that is the Olsen twins' celebrity (WHY? They are UNATTRACTIVE and TALENTLESS), I turned my attentions to my surroundings.
And I thought ... why does this seem so normal to me?
The twin bed in my Army-issued trailer-room ... the shower shoes always next to my door ... the M16 propped against my wall ... the locker I keep my clothes and belongings packed tightly inside ... the duffel bags, partially packed with extraneous gear, stowed away above the locker ... the uniform I put on every, single, day ... the cafeteria-esque dining facility ... the Large Boring Building where I spend 12 hours every day ...
I feel as though I have been here FOREVER.
And I don't mean FOREVER in the "really really really fucking long time" sense, either. I mean it in the more Twilight Zone-y, "but haven't I always been here?" sense. Like Home is just some magical, mystical place that's in my memory, but doesn't seem real.
How fucked up is THAT?
But don't worry, America -- I'll never let go ... I'll never let go!
:::::
When I get out of the Army, I'm sure I'm going to have to get some kind of unpleasant job and be someone's peon for at least a little while.
But whoever's peon I am, I hope they don't mind that I like to dance around the office to the Dirty Dancing song.
Because honestly? Doing that, just now? Totally made my day.
That is to say --
I've ... had ... the time of my li-i-ife ...
I've NEver FELT this way beFORE!
Yes, I SWEAR!
It's the tru-u-uth!
And I owe it all to YOU-OU-OU!
:::::
Before I dance off into the sunset, I have a little treat for my favorite Pie Rat -- the clever, witty, brightly-colored, playwright-y Poola:
Arrrgh! This be me best pirate face, matey!
And OKAY! By popular demand ...
The things I do for you people!
posted by Blue Meany @ 12:16 AM
14 Comments:
At 1:09 AM,
qu'est que c'est?
said…
Pie rat hat pics . . . . ah, fun. I didn't know you had a tattoo - let alone there - haha. Long time no talk, chica!
At 1:34 AM,
warcrygirl
said…
Yeah, let's see a close-up of that tattoo!
No one puts Meany in the corner...
At 4:56 AM,
thatgrrrl
said…
Yes, definitely, closeup of the tattoo! And btw.... hair down? Very sexy. I'm just sayin'. ;)
At 5:18 AM,
thatgrrrl
said…
And we appreciate it! *mmmmwaaaah* :)
At 5:29 AM,
Anonymous
said…
I´m sizzling over here!
How do you do that how do you do that!
I love you meany.
At 6:00 AM,
warcrygirl
said…
Okay, very cool...what is it? It looks like a tornado in a glass of water.
Yeah, I'm a total dork...
You love us; you REALLY love us!
At 6:11 AM,
Jan
said…
Cool tattoo. No PB&J at the mess hall? WTF?? That's sooo unAmerican.
At 6:41 AM,
E-Beth
said…
When do you get to go home? Meany is such a babe.
At 8:20 AM,
sixweasels
said…
That pirate face is totally Johnny Depp-worthy. If he knows what's good for him, he'll get his ass on a plane right now.
At 9:38 AM,
qu'est que c'est?
said…
THanks for the closeup! But . . . um . . . what exactly is it of? :x
At 9:39 AM,
qu'est que c'est?
said…
And also, I second the sexy hair down thing - you are HAWT
At 11:00 AM,
LeeboZeebo
said…
I spy a Sandlot reference.
At 10:31 PM,
fifi
said…
Yarr! Johnny Depp would burn his fingers, you are that hot!!
At 12:12 AM,
-Ann
said…
Yay! For the Pie Rats hat.
http://www.ibiblio.org/Dave/Dr-Fun/df200012/df20001206.jpg
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