Gugghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
My kid might be having a nervous breakdown, we are STILL reeling from the aftermath of Gary's pumpkin consumption, I somehow fell in love with a porn star, there have been two mouse sightings in the basement and everything is outta control.
But most troubling of all is that tonight is minimums testing. I'm not ready. Not at all and I am totally ok with that. Just sign me up for next boot camp. I knew it would take me two shots anyway so it isn't like I am bummed about being shitty or nervous about passing. It's that I still haven't recovered from being anally assassinated, two toenails have been lost (and HURT) my back is fucked and I have now been put on a second round of antibiotics to get rid of this persistent pneumonia that has plagued me. I don't want to race about or be hit or get hit. Tonight I just want to start smoking again and watch stupid teevee.
Or at least more of this blue eyed bastard in action
Le sigh
James Deen, HOW are you a real boy?!?
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