My lips are numb.
The shit we use to clean the jets at work does that if it touches your lips, sounds cool but it has a nasty taste, and if you get enough in your eye everything is really blurry all night. But anyways, we actually got out of work on time tonight, usually our damn supervisor holds us till midnight, so we end up doing like 91/2 hours a night.
Saturday coming back from that party, my friend put on this track in his car, 'K's Choice - Not An Addict'. For some reason I've fell in love with this track, it reminds me of the old days back home before I moved from Louisville to Phoenix, and way before I went into boot camp. Is it possible to be both fond of, and saddened by the same memories? I dunno, but it seems to be for me.
Anyways, rant off, time to find some beer in these barracks to pass another night!
The shit we use to clean the jets at work does that if it touches your lips, sounds cool but it has a nasty taste, and if you get enough in your eye everything is really blurry all night. But anyways, we actually got out of work on time tonight, usually our damn supervisor holds us till midnight, so we end up doing like 91/2 hours a night.
Saturday coming back from that party, my friend put on this track in his car, 'K's Choice - Not An Addict'. For some reason I've fell in love with this track, it reminds me of the old days back home before I moved from Louisville to Phoenix, and way before I went into boot camp. Is it possible to be both fond of, and saddened by the same memories? I dunno, but it seems to be for me.
Anyways, rant off, time to find some beer in these barracks to pass another night!
[Edited on Nov 27, 2003 11:40AM]