I have a morning ritual that I need to share. I call it "the terminator". First I crouch down in the shower in the classic "naked terminator traveling through time" pose. With my eyes closed I crouch there for a minute, visualizing either Arnold or the guy from the second movie (not the chick in the third one because that one sucked) and I start to hum the terminator theme. Then I slowly rise to a standing position and open my eyes. It helps me to proceed through my day as an emotionless, cyborg badass. The only problem is if the shower curtain sticks to my terminator leg. It ruins the fantasy.
When it comes to sending nudes to a boyfriend, friend with benefits, or just plain stranger, do yourself a favor and don’t show your face. That’s like sexting 101. You don’t want that coming back to haunt you. Like say, all over your ex’s tumblr.
I think I spoke too soon. Typhoon is supposed to hit Okinawa tomorrow and the next few days. Apparently they have an entire “typhoon season” so I guess we’ll be soaking wet together. INB4 that’s what she said. At least we’re prepared for it down here. Good luck and be safe guys. Don’t do dumb shit.
“What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.”—The Captain is out to Lunch - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
People get fucked up and then do whatever they want and the next day they use this lame ass excuse “I don’t know what I did, I was pretty fucked up.” Nahh Nigga, you know what your ass was doing at the time. I bet half the people that say that just use it as an excuse to do what they want. I get fucked up maybe even to the point of me yacking n passing out, but I won’t deny it and I sure as hell know what’s going on with me to at least know how to take care of myself.
It’s really pissing me off that all the beautiful women I’ve been talking to on base are either married or engaged.
Whatever happened to not bringing sand to the beach?
I’ve been told by everyone that I tell I’m single to watch out for the local Japanese women at the clubs. Apparently there are two types, juicies and trappers.
Juicies: will drug your drink, try and take you home, and get themselves pregnant.
Trappers: wont drug you but will either poke holes in your condom or try and get you to not wear one at all by saying they’re on birth control when they really aren’t.
All this just to get off of this island and come to the states or to get half of your money and the insurance. I really dont understand why anyone would want to leave this island, it’s fucking beautiful. Definitely going to watch myself when I’m finally allowed off base though.