| Saturday, October 16th, 2004 |
| 9:46 pm |
Man, FUCK Raptor. That goddamn buzzard of his tried to eat my bird! If anyone's gonna kill that overgrown parakeet of mine, it's gonna be me, goddamnit. Next time I catch that retard, I'm kicking his ass so hard he'll be crapping shoe leather for a month. |
| Monday, September 27th, 2004 |
| 1:01 am |
Christ. That tour group the other day? Undercover COBRA strike batallion. Just my luck. We lost a couple of the greenshirts, but that's pretty much the way it goes these days. Topside's been bugging me a lot lately. I guess he wants to hang out again. I took him out drinking ONCE in Sasebo and the guy's on my ass like a fucking barnacle. Jesus christ, kid, get off your momma's titty and do something for yourself! How the fuck did he ever get in this outfit in the first place? Saw Deep Six during the fight last week. Did I ever tell you how much he creeps me out? Reminds me of a serial killer. At least Torpedo's a good guy, and Wet Suit ain't too bad for a frog. The rest of 'em, though? Can't stand 'em. I'd rather be stationed with fucking Tripwire than Deep Six. At least Tripwire's unintentionally funny, rather than a total creep. |
| Thursday, September 23rd, 2004 |
| 6:52 am |
Ugh. Early morning, tour group coming in in an hour. I hate tour groups. Means I have to watch my language. Fuck that. |
| Thursday, September 16th, 2004 |
| 11:48 pm |
Goin' drinkin' with Wild Bill tonight. He may be a fly-boy, but that's one character who knows his way around a bottle. He said somethin' real astute this afternoon. Namely, "Y'evuh notice how Cobruh ahlways has them weird-ass temples with th' big ol' snake heads on 'em? Wonder where they get them crazy thangs?" Speakin' of the snakes, we had a skirmish with the Baroness and some Siegies yesterday. Bust my barnacles, that is one finely-put together piece of terrorist ass. |
| 7:48 pm |
Great! The box set of sea shanties I ordered just got in today. Can't wait to give these a listen. Guaranteed to piss Leatherneck off. |
| Sunday, September 12th, 2004 |
| 9:50 am |
So if Spirit ever asks you to go to the "drum circle" or the "sweat lodge" with him, say NO. Sweet Marie, I thought he meant some kind of Indian BAR or something. |
| Saturday, September 11th, 2004 |
| 12:49 am |
You know who else I can't fucking stand? Sergeant Fucking Slaughter. What an asshole. I mean, I know it's his job to be a dickhead, but jesus, you beat hell out of the Iron Sheik a few times and all of a sudden you qualify to give me orders? Fuck you, maggot. |
| Wednesday, September 8th, 2004 |
| 11:34 pm |
lady jaye's got an ass that just won't quit. man, i hate flint sometimes. he's screwing her silly and we all know it, because he never shuts up about it! what an asshole. time for another drink. |
| Sunday, September 5th, 2004 |
| 11:32 pm |
sweet mother mary, what've i gotten myself into this time? that blasted head-shrinker psyche-out put me up to this, said keeping a journal would help me "focus my energies in a positive fashion". what, like busting cobra skulls ain't a positive focus? i'll write more later. right now i need a drink. Current Mood:  aggravated |
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