Writing and Reading

Life is like a freaking mop filled with nasty, pukey bugs, mucus and maggots and things that will never die, and they smell nasty and they hate you! They loathe you. They want to eat your nerves and innards until you waste away into a putrid vomitous mass of jelly that finds no solace in life, no life in love, no love in hate, no hate in self. Just NOTHING. NOTHING. Nothing but a giant pail filled with brown, icky, thick, amoeba-filled ‘water’ (it’s supposed to be water, but it’s not water anymore, because it has mutated to something not of this world) that’ll NEVER clean that floor up. EVER.

That’s how life is. It’s a nasty, old, drenched pail filled with pick-nosed water and ugly-ass soap with a dirty mop filled with God knows what (come to think of it, not even GOD knows what’s in that mop. No, I take that back. God doesn’t WANT TO KNOW what’s in that mop).

Can you tell I had a stressful, rotten day? I did. Cheers. Taco Supreme.

I’m posting a link here to one article I wrote complete with a video I edited. I’m sure most of you may not have had a chance to see it, because I posted it on September 12th, 2008–just 8 days after I started “Writing and Reading”. Every time I look at this video, I’m reminded of how God really does bring out the future in the present discoveries. The things I’ve done foretell the adventures of my future. I’d say.

In reality, I actually made the video a year before posting it on the blog. I made it while I was still married and living with my family. That’s the strangest thing of all….

Because I never would’ve thought I’d be in the situation of serving the country I love.

So here’s the link, everyone. Enjoy my video. And remember.

Just a quick post here this morning while at work. I’d normally give y’all a MIC post, but right now my brain’s preoccupied with the future. This Wednesday and Thursday, I’ll find out what fields I qualify for within the Navy. It feels like it’s staring me in the face….

Whatever fields are open for one position around June, I’ll be making a choice. Which means by next week, I might be out of here. Very soon, I’ll need to introduce a friend of mine who will take over the blog, update it, inform all of you on how I’m doing (I’ll send him letters).

Know that my mind is circling around this. This is the future calling. Countdown….