All my Days run together. I didn't miss a day, It's the timezone and working nights, I swear!
I am going to try to make my posts about this time each day, I think.
What's the purpose of a blog again? I don't think I have anything Important to say. I am, however wondering why I didn't burst into flame upon entering this place to use it's Wi-Fi. It's a chapel. And God and/or Jesus and I have not been on speaking terms as of late.
Should the almighty smiter smite me? Some may think this Awesome site a little lewd. I think it classy. Very tasteful in the way all models are presented, and it's states of undress. The word porn doesn't come to mind, nor does it do the site justice. Nor the people who work hard to make it happen. Artists who make it happen. If I wanted porn, I'd go elsewhere. Don't get me wrong. I do like porn. It just isn't what I came for.
I do wonder what would happen if I sat somewhere on purpose so someone caught a peek at a nipple or something... I think it'd be pretty damn funny, but I don't want to kicked out of here. I've taken a liking to the quiet and coziness of the place. And I write my Cute little crush here. I like to hand write letters. Quaint little practice of a bygone era. It's fun to me. And I don't think she minds at all, judging by how she says she likes it. It's my pleasure, really. I am going to try to scribble her something every day while I am away. I haven't missed a day since I started, so, so far so great! I am worried I'll run out of sappy things to say. How many ways can you tell someone you miss them anyway?
Jeez, this is getting long and run-on-y!
I wanted to say that today is kind of a big deal for me, though I am about to sleep through most of it, damn night schedule. Today makes 2 years time in service for me. Now that I think about it, 2 years ago today I flew on a plane for the first time. I hated it. I still hate it. I leveled up, though. I don't white knuckle flights like I used to. I actually stood up on a plane for the first time a month ago to get my bag from the overhead. Granted it was all of 15 seconds, but I did it, dammit!
Other reason today is important: It's Persephone's birthday! I mean, I'm sure she was assembled prior to a year ago today, but I got her a year ago. She was my first, so she's very special to me. She's not a very expensive guitar, but she's mine and I don't let anyone play her except my Mini-Me, Micah. I'm not with her to celebrate; my friend is watching her back home and hopefully not letting any one touch her. So it makes a year that I have been playing the guitar. I'm not really any good, but I have fun and can strum some Social Distortion songs, so I'm happy.
Very Happy indeed! As happy as I can be. I hope the next few months go quick so I can get home and see my little person and get my inked tribute to him finished. Didn't get a chance before I left. Broke people have trouble getting tattooed sometimes.
"And that is all I have to say...about that..."
--Forrest Gump, on the war in Viet Na-am. Sorry If I misquoted him...
I am going to try to make my posts about this time each day, I think.
What's the purpose of a blog again? I don't think I have anything Important to say. I am, however wondering why I didn't burst into flame upon entering this place to use it's Wi-Fi. It's a chapel. And God and/or Jesus and I have not been on speaking terms as of late.
Should the almighty smiter smite me? Some may think this Awesome site a little lewd. I think it classy. Very tasteful in the way all models are presented, and it's states of undress. The word porn doesn't come to mind, nor does it do the site justice. Nor the people who work hard to make it happen. Artists who make it happen. If I wanted porn, I'd go elsewhere. Don't get me wrong. I do like porn. It just isn't what I came for.
I do wonder what would happen if I sat somewhere on purpose so someone caught a peek at a nipple or something... I think it'd be pretty damn funny, but I don't want to kicked out of here. I've taken a liking to the quiet and coziness of the place. And I write my Cute little crush here. I like to hand write letters. Quaint little practice of a bygone era. It's fun to me. And I don't think she minds at all, judging by how she says she likes it. It's my pleasure, really. I am going to try to scribble her something every day while I am away. I haven't missed a day since I started, so, so far so great! I am worried I'll run out of sappy things to say. How many ways can you tell someone you miss them anyway?
Jeez, this is getting long and run-on-y!
I wanted to say that today is kind of a big deal for me, though I am about to sleep through most of it, damn night schedule. Today makes 2 years time in service for me. Now that I think about it, 2 years ago today I flew on a plane for the first time. I hated it. I still hate it. I leveled up, though. I don't white knuckle flights like I used to. I actually stood up on a plane for the first time a month ago to get my bag from the overhead. Granted it was all of 15 seconds, but I did it, dammit!
Other reason today is important: It's Persephone's birthday! I mean, I'm sure she was assembled prior to a year ago today, but I got her a year ago. She was my first, so she's very special to me. She's not a very expensive guitar, but she's mine and I don't let anyone play her except my Mini-Me, Micah. I'm not with her to celebrate; my friend is watching her back home and hopefully not letting any one touch her. So it makes a year that I have been playing the guitar. I'm not really any good, but I have fun and can strum some Social Distortion songs, so I'm happy.
Very Happy indeed! As happy as I can be. I hope the next few months go quick so I can get home and see my little person and get my inked tribute to him finished. Didn't get a chance before I left. Broke people have trouble getting tattooed sometimes.
"And that is all I have to say...about that..."
--Forrest Gump, on the war in Viet Na-am. Sorry If I misquoted him...