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As it was pointed out to me, my last blog post might possibly read to some as "negative, paranoid, and slightly hostile." So here goes a new one!

I posted a blog... or more of a rant, I suppose... asking for those willing to give me a shot to be my friend. I may have been a little too judgemental of SuicideGirls.com and those that use it in my post as well. That (being judgemental) is something that I hate to see in others so I REALLY hate to see it in myself when I go back and re-read a blog. Er, rant. Please allow me to clarify my position.


Hi. My name is Dutch, and I am looking for friends. If you don't kill people in your spare time or obsess over those annoying chain emails that threaten your love life if you don't repost them, send me a friend request! I'd love to talk to you. But please be warned... I do try to have at least something in common with my friends, both in life and online. If we never ever talk, it probably won't work out in the long run.

And thats it.

I feel comfortable in putting things this way now because my life is finally much more significantly stress free. Not to say that it is totally stress free. For those of you that don't know, I am a professional soldier in the United States Army that is presently deployed in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. That, in and of itself, IS stress. But as far as my short term goals are concerned, I just completed a major task that frees up a lot of spare time and makes life much less... well, shitty. I am a Specialst in the Army, and I am trying to get promoted to Sergeant. In order to do so, one must present himself in front of an oral review board and be subjected to a variety of questions. These questions are in no way directly related to my job skill as an Air Traffic Controller (which is also stressful enough by itself), such as the muzzle velocity of a round fired from the M16A2 rifle. Or the 11 principles of effective leadership. Or the different form numbers on which you record different types of information that I will never ever come across. Or which regulation covers the disposal of human waste in a field training environment, which one covers how to perform first aid on a severed limb, and which one identifies the difference between a dollar and one hundred pennies. You get the point.

In case you were wondering about the muzzle velocity thing, its 3100 feet per second.

So I had my board review today, and I passed it. I am now eligible to be promoted, and that is a huge weight off of my shoulders. So to those of you that read my last blog, if I appeared to be an asshole please forgive me. I had a lot on my mind, and I am now very much over it.

On a MUCH happier note, I will be leaving Kuwait in about two weeks to spend two weeks at home in North Carolina with my wife. I will be depressed as hell when I have to come back again, but for now I am quite excited. And you know its love when its not just the SEX that you miss. (But I do miss it.) I also miss her beautiful brown eyes, the HEAD SCRATCHES, and her so soft skin. What the hell is it about a woman's skin, anyway? Are you people just that much more naturally softer than us men? Is it genetic, or do you bathe in lotion? WTF? But back to my wife... I hope she decides to get an account on SG.com someday. You people would love the hell outa her. Just like I do! Only you wouldn't get nearly as much sex with her as I do.

Okay, enough from me for today. Now look what I did... My first REAL blog here. Wow.

-Dutch