so, 2009 started off pretty good, but as its progressed its gone to shambles. the corps is doing their best to fuck me and ensure i dont fart for the rest of my life. for those who may not understand...as you get fucked continuously, you become more and more afraid to fart only due to the fact that it may not just be gas...hot. anywhos, its seems like when your plate begins to over-flow with bullshit, more and more just get added to the pile. as if the over-flowing stench couldn't get any better...here comes another load *splat* directly on top of the goods. someone recently told me a few analogies that made a lot of sense...."when life gets hard, remember, it only gets harder before it gets better" which sucks to hear. and "this, too, will pass like a bad case of gas." and as time has gone by, slowly but surely, its true...to both statements. there was a third, but i cant remember, and the music im listening to isn't helping me focus, so your just gonna have wait for my memory to kick back in. enough of the bitching...
    so, we (my platoon) ran a mach-pft. pft = Physical Fitness Test. mach = doesnt count for score.  its graded in three parts. a timed run of a distance of 2.8 miles to 3.2 miles. pull-ups counting up to 20 for full score, and 100 crunches counted for full score in 2 minutes. when it came to the pull-ups i made the bar my bitch and got to 20 and could do more, so i got the 100 points for that, and when it came to the crunches...i slaped that ho in the face and got my 100 in 2 minutes, bringing me to 200 out of 200 points. then..the run. well, 21 minutes 40 seconds later, i got 62 out of a possible 100 points. which pissed me off. i know i can run that damned course faster. given, averaging it out, thats 7 min 13 seconds per mile, but still...that pisses me off. My SSgt wasn't too impressed with the rest of the platton's scores either. soo, his response..."these scores are rediculous, stand by to P.T. We'll be P.T.ing every day we work, before shift, and hydrate." so come our next work day at 1600 we meet at the track. he then informs us that we'll be doing 10 laps around the track. ehh, not so bad, right? WRONG. this isn't the kind that you had in high school that would come to 2.5 miles...this track is retarded, not even round, and 10 laps comes to 6.2 miles. so, we did that....shitty. the next day, we did it again, but this time in groups. which made it much easier, somehow. and since we have a 3 day weekend, we didnt run today, nor will we this weekend. but come monday, were taking a "slow day" YAYAYAYAYAY right, sounds like a good deal doesn't it? FUCK NO...a slow day, apparently, means 15 laps. fuckin gay. perhaps the jello feeling in my ass cheeks will go away after a few laps and ill just be going through the motions. who knows, alls i know is...that sucks and im confused as to how thats a slow day. whatev. douche.
    so, i washed my bike today. pretty much looks amazing. i had an audiance, understadnably. im beautiful...why wouldn't people watch me. :P. i can shake that ass, and jiggle that pastey mofo with gangsta style. my bro says that im concieted. i stop and look at myself in the mirror and check myself out all the time. or if theres a reflection, ill stop...look...and typicaly say "damn bro, im fuckin hot" hahaha. and he'll just laugh and call me some rediculous name about how im a douche bag. i think hes jealous. hahahha, nah, but really i do do that, and he does do something along those lines.
   i dont know what else to talk about. i think i've encompased my whole life into those few things, shittyness, work, and my beauty.  the family isn't doing to well. some are allright, some aren't. my personal life is far from simple and only time will allow it to be what i want. hopefully when that time comes around, people will forgive those who need to be forgiven, and those who need to be forgiven show that those who should forgive there is a good reason why they deserve forgiveness. QUICK PAUSE...holy fuckin shit. *breath* thats a lot to say in one run-on sentence. but take it for what you will....BACK TO THE BLOG
 
   so there i was....actually...thats a lie. i wasn't even there. pfft. pfft!! you dont even know...allright, dont judge me. gosh. i can say, that its funny to see the response of women when they find out they cant have something. its like they push harder to get what they want. and when you shut em down, its really funny. they turn into that angry cat that you just look at and you KNOW its fuckin pissed. it makes me laugh, really hard...inside and out. OH and its even better to watch the after math of the realization that whatever women think they are gonna do to get your attention, doesn't work. its amusing, very! cuz everyone whos around and realizes whats going on, knows that regret will be a feeling that that woman will be feeling soon there after. and not due to anyones actions but her own. which is kinda sad, and sick and twisted to laugh at. but, call me evil, but when your a winner, you WIN, and when your a loser...well, you lose. :) ahahahah. that mentality can be credited to my buzz cuz Jen. shes rad! holla on the shout out. well, its time to restart the borrowed lap top. so you, mah bitches, are gonna have to just catch me on the flip flop. love, peace and testi grease. deuces batches
 
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