Domingo, Agosto 22, 2004
No Doughnut For You
Much as I wanted to create a post, I couldn't because I have no brain as of the moment. I let it chill overnight in the fridge downstairs.
Later at eight in the morning, I'll go back to school to publicly declare to the entire army that I'm a bona fide graduate of ROTC.
"IT'S OVER. I AM SO THROUGH WITH YOU!"
I just abhor my military memories because the dullest point in my life happened in that tiny, poorly ventilated headquarters. I won't ever go back to that stage again. Sir, no, sir.
Later at eight in the morning, I'll go back to school to publicly declare to the entire army that I'm a bona fide graduate of ROTC.
"IT'S OVER. I AM SO THROUGH WITH YOU!"
I just abhor my military memories because the dullest point in my life happened in that tiny, poorly ventilated headquarters. I won't ever go back to that stage again. Sir, no, sir.
Carnaval took a nap at 1:31:00 AM
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