thats right! 5 days and im out of this mother fucker. on my way back to the boat to go cruise around the big blue. im excited to get away from the faggots i work with and their gay ass personalities. i've got a lot of packing to do. so wish me luck with all that. right now though, im outro. Were working 12 on 12 off and im tired, stinkey, hungry, and other stuff too. oh did you know you cant put the "category" of your blogs as "YOUR MOM"? how lame is that. every blog i write would be about your mom. GET THAT BUTT! woot woot. anywho..im out. adios fuckers

middle

ps...my sister just got a whole year older make sure she knows it! Rae happy birthday, i hope you break a hip cuz a warm glass of SHUT THE HELL UP is more than appropriate. read the name tag!

 "oh dear"

top of the world, sitting here wishing, the things id become, but something is missing, maybe i, what do i know? now it seems that i have found, nothing at all, wanna hear your voice so loud, slow it down, slow it down, without it all, choking on nothing, its clear in my head, im screaming for something, knowing nothing is better than knowing at all. on my own, onn myyy ownnn, onnn myyy ownnnnnnn...onnn myyy ownnnnn. IM ONNNNN MYYYYY OWNNNNNNN *screammm!!* IM ONNN MYY OWNNNNNNNN *scream!!!!!!* im choking on nothing, its clear in my head, im screaming for something, knowing nothing is better than knowing it alllll. onnn myyyy owwwwnnnnnnn. onnnn myyyyy ownnnnnnnnn, onnnn myyyyy owwnnnn.

  its 420 bitches Happy Stoner Day!!!!! im in japan, living the dream. doing what i do, and stayin alive, waiting my time to get the fuck out of dodge. Getting back to yuma doesn't seem to sound so bad anymore. knowing that in just a few months i'll probably be leaving there again. but the break from all this stupidity will be pretty bad ass. getting to sleep in a room  bymyself, without anyone barging in at some crazy hour of the night smashing and crashing into shit. "middle, i almost got in a fight" "middle, come out here, im gonna need your help with these dudes" "DUDE, wheres all the beer that i drank?" "your the reason i fuck that fat girl, you call her over here all the time so that i can fuck her..." "shut the fuck up you dick sucking faggot" this is the kind of nonsense i get to deal with. to bad im not getting payed to babysit a 25 year old. its rather annoying. the fighting part doesn't bother me. i have no issues waking up to help a brother beat some dudes down :), the other shit is annoying. hooooo well.

  yesterday i got to see my dad and step mom, mom and step dad, sister and niece on webcam. that was pretty sick. im bummed i didnt get to see my other sister and brother and nephew, but another day :). my sister is a crack head and my mom is on some other shit. BUTt, i did get to see the homies at my mom's pad! they were over there chilln and they hopped on the webcam flashing their party to me. making me jealous. they are fun. 

  my buddy is taking out somewhere today. im not to sure where hes gonna take me but he said that i'd enjoy myself. so we'll see how well this goes. hes from cali, so he knows what i like to do :).  if i can post it, i'll explain what he had in store for me when that comes along. :). as for me, im outro. im gonna go search random stuff on the comp :). adios batches

middle

those are lyrics from a bad ass song. dig it?! your mom does. cuz im running down the boulavard and i've got a 12 gauge aiming at your hum ditty dum. whats up now biznatches? did i ever tell you guys that i like butts, and boobs and stuff? cuz fuck yea! i do. they are bad ass. little boobs, big boobs, little butts, NO big butts, im not into that whole ghetto booty thing. but you know how i do, HOLLA!

   so i've been listening to the used. they have some bad ass music CHO! im about it. harder stuff, softer stuff, screaming, sick lyrics, cant beat it. DUDE, im getting an electric guitar and a twelve string for 300 bucks! how sick is that? such a deal. the guitar is customly altered, and the 12 string, is a 12 string. im gonna be a music fuckin freak when i get home. more so than i alreay am.

   work sucks. i've made that clear the last few days. but, today wasn't so bad. i got to work on my own and just think, and go at my own pace and anhilate maintenance. i got to teach myself some new shit, and remind myself of some old shit that i forgot. all in all, today was a healthy day, still shitty though.  progression is there so i cant complain to much. ANND my cold that i've had for like 3 weeks is going away..kinda...and im almost able to sing. its been a minute since i could truely rock out. i can sing when im drunk for some reason, my voice doesn't crack or nothing, but i cant when im sober. maybe cuz i baby it when im sober. *shrug*

 i tried sitting down and writing some new music, but since i cant sing, and i kinda got aggrivated, i just stopped. i just played with chord progressions. i kinda got stuck with that too though. perhaps i needed to relax. we'll see. tonight i plan on having a jam session with myself and i. so it should be sick. myself on the guitar, i on the lyrics, and me on the vocals. its a tight band. :)

 im bored as fuck writing. so you fuckers can be bored too, cuz im done writing. but, before i go, you should all know...

   It's our time to shine through the down

glorified by what is ours

we've fallen in love, we've fallen in love

it was the best idea I ever had

Today i fell and it felt better

Just knowing this matters

I just feel stronger and sharper

Found a box of sharp objects, what a beautiful thing

 God damn, this is a good song. theres no implication behind the song's lyrics, just a good song! later fuckers.

middle

i was supposed to go to iwo jima today with my squadron, but it got canceled due to rain. i worked, and some fuckin faggot from my shop thought hed attempt to smash my shades. im not to stoked. im pretty sure if i was given the proper weapon, i'd use it in the bloddiest of ways. im looking forward to not being this deployment anymore. my racism is flaring, and my anger is getting worse. im not a stoked dude right now, and i thought that comming here would help me, but apparently all its done is make me more mad. *shrug* im done venting, out

middle ..|.,

so i wanna write...but im kinda comming to a blank. so if i start rambling or using a lot of ...'s dont be surprised.  i bought these GANGSTER ass shorts the other day, soley cuz they had a monkey on the logo. they are ben davis. i didnt investigate the background of this brand, nor the type people who wear them...but well just say it like this. If night time wore shorts...these are the kind it would wear. and since im daytime...i shouldnt own them. but regaurdless...i wear them.

    blah de fuckin blah blah, ze doiche blah, pagota blah...whore. grass is a slut. trees are faggots. bushes are pubic hair to the earth, and butterfles are lesbians. its just how it is. its kinda like...apples are apples not pears. butterflies love pussy.  i dont blame them though, it is pretty awesome. ao are butts. i like butts, and boobs and stuff.

   im gathering information for a new song that i want to write. its gonna be called "itchy asshole(s)" or something allong those lines. EVERYONE can relate to an itchy fuckin asshole and how they come a the most innapropriate times. like say your struttin you shit in front of a group of chicks or something...there it goes. the asshole tickle...which then leads to the most irritateing itch in the world that you cant even annhillate at the second of arrival. or how, you've got your hands full, and theres nothing you can do but walk it off, or drop everything in your hands. not to mention, that when you do get the chance to scratch your itchy brown starfish,  your not just finger tip itching, your fuckin knuckle deep in that shit. if there were a way to transfer stink onto your hand from your scratching escapades, it would be past your fingers on the back of your hand. thats how intense you get when you really need to itch. and then perhaps you leave yourself a gift  in the ass of your boxers, for those of you who dont wipe good enough. ORRR they have leaky buttholes, you pick your poisen. regaurdless, theres a skid-mark like treat for your hand to find when your not paying attention when your doing laundry. then you go to smoke and your hands right there and you WONDER why your hand smells like shit. ok, so i may have gone a cunt hair to far with that...butttttt, seriously though, its gonna be a bad ass song if i put it all together.  well, i think im done rambling for a day. i hope you fuckers enjoy my blog. comments are good. :) layyyyters

middle

my ipod decided to take a fat stinkey shit all over itself while i was on the boat. now, i finally got the chance to hook it up to the internet to "restore" it, and its not wiping its ass. so i think its officially FUCKED. this goes out to blackey;
    you were a good ipod
   through rain and shine
   even with a dark bod
    i rocked you cuz you were mine

   now that your covered in shit
    and stink worse than a bum
   i think its the pits
   that your in a stinkey slum
 
   i tried to help
   i tried to fix you
   it seems you only appreciate the feltch
   and your gonna do what you wanna do

   so this goes out to you
    blackey, my first ipod
   irreplaceable, well kinda, shoot
   i've got a silver and pink one you'd think are hot

  adios my musical friend,
   its been badass
   buts its your time
   and i've come up on cash...

    adios blackey!

....moment of silece for blackey....

rest in pieces fucker, cuz im gonna hit you with a sledge hammer! HA BITCH! Dont even try to fight it mother fucker, i'll hunt your screen and revolving buttong switch down and make it worse than it was gonna be. just take it. Damn it feels good to be a gangster! >.< thats how we do it on ourside. oh, and i just farted too, you know how that goes dont you blackey...instant perfection in form of methane gas being excreted from the A-noose (anus). weeeeeee.

my left nostril is being lame. its got like...wet boogs, but they are so far up there that i cant get to em, and they dont want to come out with power from the lungs so, im fucked.  last night i had duty, and the douche bag i had for a SDO was exactly that...a raging douche. not even cool. but i did play video games all night, so i cant really complain. although i do have to work tmw...*shrug*

  so, im unsure, but i think that this chick i talk to stalks my myspace and reads my blogs. i got an email with a question that i can only assume was seeded from what was read in my blogs. im not sure if its a good thing, or a bad thing, but yea, im simply just stating that i think i found one of my stalkers. not only that, but, i think that one of the other stalkers has read my blogs and understood that some of them are pointing straight to her and stopped reading them. which doesn't bother me one bit, fuck that bitch! she can eat a dick, and when someone comes back from deployment, im sure she will. and its not me comming back! hahahaha, SAAAA LUTTTTTT.

  interesting theory that i overheard the other day. some may find this to be offensive, so they may want to go get a tampon if they are going to continue to read, soley for their ginormous dripping vaginas...pussies! pfft. anyway, so the truth is shitty most of the time, butt, its the truth, and this topic falls right in that section.  so chicks...they like older dudes when they are in their mid to late teens, even some into their late twenties. dudes, like young chicks...cuz they are fresh and uber tight. the sex is, usually, pretty awesome soley due to their inactivity in the bedroom. but...this is where they get taught. when they are young(er)...and picking up their slut card. at the same time, dudes...when they are young are all into older chicks. they aren't fuckin dumb, they just wanna fuck, and we tend to find this appealing.  thus, this is the time we pick up our pimp card and learn how to hit that shit. soo, now comes the viscious cycle.  chicks are pretty proficient by their mid twenties at doing the deed, typicaly. but at the same time they dont want to get tied down with just one dick, so they get a younger dude to fuck, just for the fun. thus teaching the dude. and when the dude gets to his mid twenties, hes been pimped enough times by older chicks that he should have some form of game and should be able to pick up on some younger chick. in doing so, he teaches her how to fuck, and so on and so fourth. keeping the sex cycle in order. sad but true, older chicks are whores, and younger chicks are whores. its just how it is. i just find it super fuckin funny how chicks become sluts in like....9th grade cuz they get passed around the seniors like yesterdays rag doll, and all they are really attracte to is the fact that he has a vehicle and knows more people than she does. and its all covered up with, "younger dudes are so immature" when in actuallity, the 15 year old isn't much less mature than the 17 year old, the girl just precieves he is cuz hes a senior. ROFL, girls are so dumb. word to the wise, if your a young chick, reevaluate the reasons you let that dude skeet on your face and tell you he'll call you later. dudes, just keep on keepin on, the girls get easier and easier. hahahahha. if all else fails you'll see that you wont have to do shit to pick up some vag. the girls get themselves drunk enough to screw a flag pole, and spread em like the grand opening to a new sushi restaurant. love it! im out. adios mofos.

im inclined to appologize for the blunt truth in the paragraph above...but for the record...i truely don't care if you didnt like it. this is just a disclaimer. jam out with your clam out!!!! werd

middle 

im pretty much mad right now, and i cant beat anyone up. which makes me more mad. not to mention this chick i know thinks shes gonna be a marine. its not that i dont think she can, its that marine chicks are 99% slut 1 % person. shes gonna get knocked up and so is her friend. and theres not much else i can do other than just laugh. actually i’d point and laugh cuz shed be fucking stupid to join the marine corps. i really think shes just saying that shes gonna join so that she can get attention.  i was unaware, until recently, that people can be addicted to attention. i know theres attention whores, but like...no shit addicted. perhaps thats just some lame claim to not have to explain one’s self for the retarded fucking actions they continuously have, but really come on. GROW THE FUCK UP! ehh, stupid fucking people. good god!

  i’ve ranted and before i get fucking super angry, im just gonna go. god damn people and their stupidity! i’ll end my blog on this note. if you find yourself to be a habitual liar, perhaps an attention fucking freak and cant live without it, maybe even just someone who doesn’t know when to stop fucking talking, please find something hard, and run at it full speed until you knock yourself out or you  knock some fucking sense into yourself! thank you.

OUT

its been brought to my attention that i am really good at fucking myself up. this is the second time in the last 2 weeks that ive needed to get stiches, but didnt. first was the "boxing" incident, and then today i bent down to go under the jet and get a part off the jet when my dome piece scraped across the blast shield and totally cut it open. all i heard was this "chiiiing" and my hea was gushing. i looked at the blast shielf and there was a chunk of wet skin. all nasty and white. it all stuck to my finger and everything...i was impressed. how bad ass is that? but, i didnt get any stiches, reguardless. i just wiped the blood off and continued to work. its cuz im that hardcore. true story...all day. not really, but, i did keep working. it wasn’t until 5 hours later when it was still bleeding, and oozing nastyness that i decided to go get it looked at. and since i’ve become such good friends with my doc, he just called me a retard and glued my shit up. apparently he doesn’t like stiches anymore than i do, and definitly likes that glue shit. so im set. but, it occured to me that it doesn’t bother me at all when i get fucked up. my friend was telling me that im stupid cuz i just get fucked up and act as if it never happened, instantaneously. i dont know why thats a bad thing. am i supposed to sit there and bitch and moan about how shitty i have it and mope about me being an idiot? am i supposed to engulf myself in self pity and wither away? ...yea, fuck that, fuckin rock on dude! plus, the whole me cutting my head open thing was kinda funny. cuz like...ten minutes earlier when my buddy and i were servicing the main strut i got the great idea to snake the hydraulic fluid tube right into his crotch and totally soak him in hyd fluid. he..didnt find it to be as amusing as i did. but, when it came down to me fucking my head up, he just said Karma’s a bitch aint she, and laughed at me. so, i got raped by karma in a bloody way. what a morbid cunt bag...fuckin karma :).

    right now im rockin some Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and if any of you crazy reader people have anyone you think about and just want to strangle or you just want to delete from your personal history, theres a bad ass song that these fuckers sing that will make you feel better. its called "Twenty Hour Drive" and i really like it, so it must be a good song. pfft...chyea! go me.

    this deployment has been kinda healthy, thearaputic...if you will. its made me reflect about things and go over where i’ve fucked up, and where other people have fucked up, and relationships and all that crazyness. and im just gonna say...im fuckin stoked that im not married! man, that woulda been the worst thing to have ever happened to me! good gawd! what the fuck was i thinking, you know?!  i mean, dont get me twisted, she was a bad ass chick. that is, until i found out shes a lying fuckin douche bag and not at all the person i thought she was. *shrug* i guess i can honestly say i wasn’t the same person i usually am, when it came to her either. and not in a cool way, i was a complete bitch. and with haveing the chance to look back and see how fuckin gay i was, i kick myself in the ass. as of lately, i’ve kinda been pushed into an awkward postion though. not with that girl, but with some other broad. i kinda dont know what to do. i know what the asshole ME would do. which i feel is kinda what i should do, but, ehh, it sucks hurting good people, you know?  its rare when you find a genuine good person, whos cool and stuff. who isn’t a lying fuckin asshole and a total caniving bitch. but, ehh, girls are dumb dude, they dont listen to shit. ehh, i think im gonna just be ME and end the bullshit! fuck it :). go me, i win, again!

  i just reread this whole blog thing...and i argue with myself. im so cool. oh oh, so i was sitting there thinking abotu random shit today at work cuz there wasn’t anyting going on. so there i was...in war...a sniper. a towlie, towl head, haji, mohamed, whatever you like to call the enemy was rushing me with an ak-47 screaming something crazy in sand people talk. so, out of instinct i put my weapon to my shouder and fired at him, hitting him in the shoulder. which for some reason didnt stop him. as bullets are wizzing by my head, i hear WIZZ WIZZ WIZZ, so im in complete danger now. i mean im like...gonna die if i dont blast this dude. so i shoulder my weapon, peer into the scope and it just happens to be on his head, i slowly breath in, out, squeeze the trigger and continue looking through the scope. basicly at the same time the trigger seated back, i see an explosion come from this guys face and red and white mist explode from his shoulders. apparently the gauge round does better when its aiming at a head, as opposed to a shoulder. but the guys body just falls to the ground limp, and continues to twich as whats left of electricty in the mans body bleeds out. what got me the most though is that i just turned and walked away as if i just threw something in a trash can. it was like...out of sight, out of mind. done. it was an intense day dream. i shared my day dream with my shop, they said something along the lines of "middle, you need help bro." i just laughed and said that was crazy dude, crazy.

  im done rambling right now...i have to poop. and my music is done, so IM OUT RO! deuces batches.

middle

Nope, i surely am not.  Genious? shit...i dont even know if thats spelled right. Math metician? nope, not that either, BUTTTT, i am prettys sure i have blog stalkers! now...if you have 12 people on your list (yes, im HUGE into myspace), and you go and look at the amount of people who have read your blog, and its more than that...from the same day, doesn’t that mean theres people STALKING YOU?! its kinda like...2 plus 2 equals 4...or does it equal 5 and a half? or a hat? with cats!!!! yayayyay, cats with hats and stuff. weeee.

  so its friday, and im still not allowed to drink. who woulda thought that "boxing" with people would get your drinking privledges revoked? how fuckin lame is that? they said i was fighting, i wasn’t fighting, i dont even like to fight.............well, maybe a little, but i seriously wasn’t fighting. either way, i cant drink and im bored. i went bowling last night and i won 3 out of 4. my roomate went with me and hes all competitive. its funny. i dont really like the whole competition thing. emotions dont need to get all mixed in with fun. just smiles. but he had to get all retarded and stuff. i just laughed at him a bunch of times and called him a tard. buuut, since i went last night, i cant go again tonight. that would totally kill my buzz for bowling. so, i decided i’d come down to the internet lounge place and blog...like a fagmo. go me. i’m teaching myself a few new songs, and im stoked. i definitly suggest people listening to "baby come on" by +44. they are prettys sick. their whole cd is pretty bad ass. the acoustic version is better than the regular version in my opinion, but that might be  because im addicted to acoustic-ness. *shrugs* 

   for a little bit of fun and laughs, i was watching some porn. and i ordered pizza. i left the porn on while the guy who delivered my pizza came to my door and he came in to put the pizza down and looked over and just kinda stared at the tv. it was amusing. i was all "you wanna borrow it bro? its a good one!" he just nervously walked to the door and gave me my credit card and said have a good night. it was funny. whats with people and porn? its nothing crazy. its nakedness and slammin! a few of the best things in life! my roomate said i was weird for my porn showing show, but fuck him. whats he know? he was taking a dump talking to the guy through the door. so how valid is his opinion anyway!? pfft, NONE CHO! fuckin fuckers!

   im rediculously irritated with doing nothing. and im really fuckin sick of this fat chick calling my room looking for my roomate all the time and talking to me as if i like her. shes fuckin dumb. any female that walks up to you and asks you "why am i such a slut?" isn’t worth much more than a mouthful of baby batter and a hearty slap on the ass, GOOD GAME, adios!  the other night she and my roomate were drunk, right? my roomate gets naked and into the shower with a piece of pizza. i get a great idea of "hey dude, you should totally hook your man up with some super dome in the shower!" and she agreed! so, she goes into the bathroom, gets on her knees, opens the shower curtain, and tells him to come over to her. she takes him into her mouth and he laughs with a mouthful of pizza and replies, "i bet you wish that was a cheesburger dont you bitch?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, how fuckin awesome is that. i pulled out the camera and commentated, "you should get to parade knees!" so, since shes in the navy and kinda understands those kind of commands, she puts her hands behind her back as if she was at parade rest, and continues...NO HANDS! woot woot. all along while, my buddy alford and I are laughing our asses off and snapping photos. after that, she alows him to cock slap her and all this other degrading stuff. thats when she turned to me and asked me "why am i such a slut?" with a HUGE fuckin smile on her face. i couldn’t help but reply...it cums natural to you i guess...high five! all in all, a pretty comical shit-uation, so to speak.

  im bored now, so im gonna go see what kind of trouble i can find. i hope everyone is well. and i hope other people get hit by planes, or fall of big things and hurt themselves. this is where one might think twice before stepping out into the street! AHHHH WATCH OUT FOR THAT FUCKING BUSSS!!!!!!

laters

middle

when your walking in the grass, do you look for four leaf clovers?  when your walking down the street, do you look at oncomming trafic for someone you might recognize, or do you stare at the ground or look off at some random color that caught your eye? when you meet someone for the first time, do you pay attention to their name, or do you just watch their face, not listening to them, and use Dude as a default for them? these are all thoughtful questions with so much more behind them. personally, i look for the four leaf clovers, depending on how im feeling i do one of the three while walking down the street, and will most definitly not listen to someone’s name and just call them dude. i figure, why remember their name? if later on, you realize they are a douche bag, is it really important that you remember some cock suck’s name? nahhhh, not really. i think you will automaticly remember them, if they make an impression on you. thats why Dude, is more than appropriate.  and even if you do remember their name, dude pretty much just fits everyone, so fuck it, you will stay a dude :).  walk around in underwear, impress yourself with stupidity, laugh at your own jokes even if others dont, you obviously thought it was funny enough to say, LAUGH, smile at stupid people, and frown at smart people. stare at something, something small, dont blink your eyes, and watch as everything around it will go black and you will only see that ONE thing. its intense. wear comfy clothes, they are comfy. fuck a style, unless its something that comes natural to you, and if so, fuck you, cuz i lost style the day i was born. pick your nose, scratch your ass, wash your hands, and pick your nose again. you probably forgot something the first go around. if you have nothing better to do, blow something up or light something on fire. both are mezmorizing sights. if you have no standard when it comes to sex, you’ll get super laid. if your a prude, you’ll only get super laid when you have a girlfriend. sometimes, you have to just pick quantity of quality. regaurdless...pussy is just pussy. im not gonna write you a love song, cuz you asked for it, cuz you need one. thats a song by some chick. im typing whatever comes to my head, HA. i win. its always bros before hos, unless your married. then your fucked. dont get married, its a trap. kids are cooler when you can give them back. boobs are awesome for the most useless reasons. brown hair is more bad ass than blonde. tans are for fuckers and sluts. be pastey, be proud, and if you insist on getting some color, get a tattoo! pain is addicting. if you look into your past, you’ll see that somehow or another you have repeatly done something that has hurt you, but you still seem to go back to whatever that hurt you or the same style of thing that hurt you. think about it. maxi pads are like diapers...they make noise too. if you havn’t earned your red wings...you havn’t lived. well, that may be a strech of the truth, but still, earn ’em pussy. peer pressure is a bitch, aint it? salsa dancing is fun. fish is nasty. aphrodisiacal food is usually some foriegn exotic food’s penis or something crazy. fuck that. i guess that shit gives a whole new meaning to "eat a dick."  chicks in the armed forces are sluts, and its funny.  if you havn’t shit yourself laughing...you should try it, its fun. im getting bored typing stuff now. enjoy my thoughts!