I've been drowning myself in She Wants Revenge for the past few weeks now... She Wants Revenge, Shinedown, old Stabbing Westward, and a little Seal just to round out the S-worded artists.
So I have tons of ideas for new tats. Tons being like, 2. But each idea weighs exactly 2,000 lbs, which is to say, one pound per word of how much I could talk about why I want them. I'd wanted a tat of Moishe from Where the Wild Things Are, which is my favorite childrens book, but upon viewing pics of my newest friend, I found that I would be, how they say, jocking her style.' *shrugs* There's a million things I'll eventually get...so who knows?
One is the Ouroboros on my back around the symbols already there. Totally a helpful reminder of, "Life may suck right now, but tomorrow? A new day. Everything that ends simultaneously begins something else." I'm into Cyclicality, and what have you. Ask, I'll ramble.
And then, I want something game themed, because I myself, am pretty game themed. I'm still debating on the Regular Nintendo controller just beneath my belly button, for shits and giggles, maybe a Tri-Force on a more viewable location. Something that pretty much screams, "Hi. If you don't know what these logos mean, you probably aren't going to like me."
And maybe a zombie.
I beat The Legend Of Zelda: The Minish Cap for my DS today. On accident. I didn't know I was at the end.
Then I was sad.
Now for something a little more serious. For the longest time the biggest insult I had thought to have received, what when someone I loved told me I was an 'Army guy,' as opposed to a guy in the military. And then, I received a bigger one. From my mom. My mom called me her hero. A hero is someone who saves someone else, by most textbook standards at least. Me? I'm not trying to save anyone here but myself. I'm trying to get me home. I'm not looking out for anyone but myself, and the people in my immediate vicinity and I have done less than heroic activities to ensure my survival. I am no hero. I can't save you. I can't even save myself sometimes it seems.
But it's not for a lack of trying. I do what I can.
So I have tons of ideas for new tats. Tons being like, 2. But each idea weighs exactly 2,000 lbs, which is to say, one pound per word of how much I could talk about why I want them. I'd wanted a tat of Moishe from Where the Wild Things Are, which is my favorite childrens book, but upon viewing pics of my newest friend, I found that I would be, how they say, jocking her style.' *shrugs* There's a million things I'll eventually get...so who knows?
One is the Ouroboros on my back around the symbols already there. Totally a helpful reminder of, "Life may suck right now, but tomorrow? A new day. Everything that ends simultaneously begins something else." I'm into Cyclicality, and what have you. Ask, I'll ramble.
And then, I want something game themed, because I myself, am pretty game themed. I'm still debating on the Regular Nintendo controller just beneath my belly button, for shits and giggles, maybe a Tri-Force on a more viewable location. Something that pretty much screams, "Hi. If you don't know what these logos mean, you probably aren't going to like me."
And maybe a zombie.
I beat The Legend Of Zelda: The Minish Cap for my DS today. On accident. I didn't know I was at the end.
Then I was sad.
Now for something a little more serious. For the longest time the biggest insult I had thought to have received, what when someone I loved told me I was an 'Army guy,' as opposed to a guy in the military. And then, I received a bigger one. From my mom. My mom called me her hero. A hero is someone who saves someone else, by most textbook standards at least. Me? I'm not trying to save anyone here but myself. I'm trying to get me home. I'm not looking out for anyone but myself, and the people in my immediate vicinity and I have done less than heroic activities to ensure my survival. I am no hero. I can't save you. I can't even save myself sometimes it seems.
But it's not for a lack of trying. I do what I can.
I've been drowning myself in She Wants Revenge for the past few weeks now... She Wants Revenge, Shinedown, old Stabbing Westward, and a little Seal just to round out the S-worded artists.
So I have tons of ideas for new tats. Tons being like, 2. But each idea weighs exactly 2,000 lbs, which is to say, one pound per word of how much I could talk about why I want them. I'd wanted a tat of Moishe from Where the Wild Things Are, which is my favorite childrens book, but upon viewing pics of my newest friend, I found that I would be, how they say, jocking her style.' *shrugs* There's a million things I'll eventually get...so who knows?
One is the Ouroboros on my back around the symbols already there. Totally a helpful reminder of, "Life may suck right now, but tomorrow? A new day. Everything that ends simultaneously begins something else." I'm into Cyclicality, and what have you. Ask, I'll ramble.
And then, I want something game themed, because I myself, am pretty game themed. I'm still debating on the Regular Nintendo controller just beneath my belly button, for shits and giggles, maybe a Tri-Force on a more viewable location. Something that pretty much screams, "Hi. If you don't know what these logos mean, you probably aren't going to like me."
And maybe a zombie.
I beat The Legend Of Zelda: The Minish Cap for my DS today. On accident. I didn't know I was at the end.
Then I was sad.
So I have tons of ideas for new tats. Tons being like, 2. But each idea weighs exactly 2,000 lbs, which is to say, one pound per word of how much I could talk about why I want them. I'd wanted a tat of Moishe from Where the Wild Things Are, which is my favorite childrens book, but upon viewing pics of my newest friend, I found that I would be, how they say, jocking her style.' *shrugs* There's a million things I'll eventually get...so who knows?
One is the Ouroboros on my back around the symbols already there. Totally a helpful reminder of, "Life may suck right now, but tomorrow? A new day. Everything that ends simultaneously begins something else." I'm into Cyclicality, and what have you. Ask, I'll ramble.
And then, I want something game themed, because I myself, am pretty game themed. I'm still debating on the Regular Nintendo controller just beneath my belly button, for shits and giggles, maybe a Tri-Force on a more viewable location. Something that pretty much screams, "Hi. If you don't know what these logos mean, you probably aren't going to like me."
And maybe a zombie.
I beat The Legend Of Zelda: The Minish Cap for my DS today. On accident. I didn't know I was at the end.
Then I was sad.
To not-so accompany my earlier post, in case I ever become cool enough here so that someone would be willing to play World of Warcraft(yeah, I play... Guilty Pleasure) with meh, the server is Blackrock. Blackrock is one of the most full servers, at all time, so some of you(you being no one, I'm talking to myself. Whee!) might already be playing there.
If you are playing there, don't have a guild, and are looking to join one, join The Deadpool. It's made after one of the, if not THE best hero ever. We're fledgling, but that's the point in expansion.
If you do join -
I'm either
Sevastian, a Human Paladin
or
Eclipsis, a Night Elf Warrior
Friends are fun.
If you are playing there, don't have a guild, and are looking to join one, join The Deadpool. It's made after one of the, if not THE best hero ever. We're fledgling, but that's the point in expansion.
If you do join -
I'm either
Sevastian, a Human Paladin
or
Eclipsis, a Night Elf Warrior
Friends are fun.
I have very little time left, I fear.
Long story shortened to a few paragraphs with a lot of missing chapters. Ask if you want some blanks filled in. Some Strobe history, for all zero of you who read this. Catsup, if you will. Or is it Ketchup? Either way, here's how I got here.
Like any story, A meets B. 'A' is a person, most of the time. Or it's a plant or an animal, but it's always something living. 'B' does not have to be. B can be a well written book, a pencil to a piece of paper, a leaf that gives inspiration, anything with that certain magic to give A that "Oomph" factor worth telling a story about.
I'm A, and my B was a girl. Not just any girl, but "The Girl." At least, I thought she was. What did I know, though. I mean, I was only 14 when I thought it. And then I was 15, then 16, then 17, then 18. Wow, time sure does fly. I'm 18, we're both graduated from high school, and we wanted to be married and have our happily ever after. I wanted to give her this, and the only way that I thought I could do having grown up with less than stellar circumstances and watching daddy bust his ass my whole life with nothing to show for it, was to temporarily join the Army.
They'll take care of me long enough so that I can finance us both through college, and then I can escape the Death Machine and never look back, or admit that I was ever associated with it. I talked with her for 6 months before I made my decision, with her supporting me every step of the way. Her father, after all, was a retired Sergeant First Class, so she knew what was going to happen after I joined, with all the moving and what have you. Well, to make it easier on us to go to college, I didn't even go full Army, I went National Guard, because I had a full time guard job back home in my state just waiting for me. Props to Alaska.
So I go away for basic and AIT. 3 months into basic, after five years together, she decided out of the blue, that "I don't want to be with someone in the military." One week later, she's with another guy, and I honestly couldn't have been happier for her. But now? I'm stuck in an organization I don't feel a part of.
Fast forward 3 years. Summary of what happened in three years - Got back from training, drowned self in all kinds of chemicals and alcoholic substances in an attempt to make the frustration go away. Friends perish, I clean my slate. Meet a new girl, love again! Yes. Marriage and little ones planned and happily ever after, almost reached. I leave for deployment, and alas, it apparently was not to be. Best of luck to her though.
Now? Here is Strobe. I'm sitting here typing from a computer "over there" (Can't disclose location) and it's almost time for me to go home. It's been 13 months over here, I have a 'couple' left, and then I get to assimilate back into the real world. But I don't know what the real world is anymore, since I've gotten so used to the fake one I've been forced to survive in.
So I follow my ex and one of my good friends to this site, where not only are there plenty of humorous articles to read, but there's also naked beautiful canvases covered in various forms of art to help pass the time for the next 'X' many of days.
In short? I'm scared to go home. Because I'm ready to wash my hands of this madness. But I don't know if they'll have me.
Long story shortened to a few paragraphs with a lot of missing chapters. Ask if you want some blanks filled in. Some Strobe history, for all zero of you who read this. Catsup, if you will. Or is it Ketchup? Either way, here's how I got here.
Like any story, A meets B. 'A' is a person, most of the time. Or it's a plant or an animal, but it's always something living. 'B' does not have to be. B can be a well written book, a pencil to a piece of paper, a leaf that gives inspiration, anything with that certain magic to give A that "Oomph" factor worth telling a story about.
I'm A, and my B was a girl. Not just any girl, but "The Girl." At least, I thought she was. What did I know, though. I mean, I was only 14 when I thought it. And then I was 15, then 16, then 17, then 18. Wow, time sure does fly. I'm 18, we're both graduated from high school, and we wanted to be married and have our happily ever after. I wanted to give her this, and the only way that I thought I could do having grown up with less than stellar circumstances and watching daddy bust his ass my whole life with nothing to show for it, was to temporarily join the Army.
They'll take care of me long enough so that I can finance us both through college, and then I can escape the Death Machine and never look back, or admit that I was ever associated with it. I talked with her for 6 months before I made my decision, with her supporting me every step of the way. Her father, after all, was a retired Sergeant First Class, so she knew what was going to happen after I joined, with all the moving and what have you. Well, to make it easier on us to go to college, I didn't even go full Army, I went National Guard, because I had a full time guard job back home in my state just waiting for me. Props to Alaska.
So I go away for basic and AIT. 3 months into basic, after five years together, she decided out of the blue, that "I don't want to be with someone in the military." One week later, she's with another guy, and I honestly couldn't have been happier for her. But now? I'm stuck in an organization I don't feel a part of.
Fast forward 3 years. Summary of what happened in three years - Got back from training, drowned self in all kinds of chemicals and alcoholic substances in an attempt to make the frustration go away. Friends perish, I clean my slate. Meet a new girl, love again! Yes. Marriage and little ones planned and happily ever after, almost reached. I leave for deployment, and alas, it apparently was not to be. Best of luck to her though.
Now? Here is Strobe. I'm sitting here typing from a computer "over there" (Can't disclose location) and it's almost time for me to go home. It's been 13 months over here, I have a 'couple' left, and then I get to assimilate back into the real world. But I don't know what the real world is anymore, since I've gotten so used to the fake one I've been forced to survive in.
So I follow my ex and one of my good friends to this site, where not only are there plenty of humorous articles to read, but there's also naked beautiful canvases covered in various forms of art to help pass the time for the next 'X' many of days.
In short? I'm scared to go home. Because I'm ready to wash my hands of this madness. But I don't know if they'll have me.
Hello. I'm Strobe. Because I love strobe lights. Get it?
The news posts? Reason enough to sign up.
The amazingly attractive women with various forms of masterpiece covering or sticking into their lovely bodies?
A perk.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go and nerd myself up a bit.
The news posts? Reason enough to sign up.
The amazingly attractive women with various forms of masterpiece covering or sticking into their lovely bodies?
A perk.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go and nerd myself up a bit.
