Tomorrow I meet up with my recruiter and see what's goin on with the National Guard.
My girl's been treating me like crap lately, I don't know if it's just me or if I should be doing better for myself or what... I feel like I'm giving, giving, giving, and it sucks because it's never enough. I have to go through with the National Guard... Money flow would turn the tables on everything in this relationship.
Even if things don't work out with me and her, I still want to go through with the National Guard. The military has always been straight-up with me. That's what I fucking want. Security. Not only job security, just a sense of belonging to a greater whole and contributing as well... hell yeah.
It's typical enlistee jargon but it's how I feel. I can't wait til tomorrow. Eleven-hundred hours, that's when I get to talk to the recruiter w00tw00t!
If Copernicus, Tesla, or Hendrix had blogs... err... the faint shadows of their blogs caught in a blast of cold wind might resemble what is presented in this Tome o' Darkness xD
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