Well I just finished eating and it seems that whomever I am supposed to be working for has no idea that I exist. This could be a good thing as with the chaos of everyday life on board a ship it could take quite a bit of time before I am noticed or missed. Good for writing. Hell I might finish Sean 3 and the death course after I get some help editing them. God knows they need editing cus parts of them, primarily the second now sound bad even to me but I have trouble editing my own work cus I mentally fill in the gaps. Plus I already know what I meant to say so things that make absolutely no sense to anybody else make perfect sense to me. Anyway I love all the flattery that I get, you know that I do cus shit when you don’t flatter me enough I’m always happy to pick up the spare and flatter myself for a couple of hours. Regardless my writing is kinda important to me so I wouldn’t be completely heartbroken if someone were to give me some say constructive criticism. If I donnae like what you have to say I will ignore it or tell you to sit and spin or what not. You all have learned that these are what you call occupational hazards of being around me. You may find something forcibly shoved up your anus. Just the way life goes. Shit I’m getting pretty damn good at babbling aren’t I? I guess I will stop trying to bore you all to death and just write what actually happened. Breakfast, me and a lieutenant sat and talked. Bout college and it making you a more capable person. Then he remembered my name, as did a female lt. Weird. I wish I knew what I did to make that woman remember me. She was just all nice and casual about it, hello Radney and it was like hello Ma’am. Then we went on to me talking about my favoritest subject in the whole wide world. Me. This time I managed to work my way into swooning about how much I love the sound of my own name. Well I’m gonna work on my story more. I wouldn’t want to bore my adoring public.
Day 3 of hell
Christopher Allan Radney
Thursday, January 23, 2003
Well I spent the rest of yesterday doing that whole working party thing until something like 1500. (I will try to translate into civilian time from time to time just to keep confusion at a minimal. That one over there means 3 pm.) Anyway this day has just barely started, perhaps I should start using a time stamp as well on these things you will understand if and why I am sparse with my words. Even with my ability to scheme, double hand, Mackavelli and reach way down inside myself to make something out of nothing. At 0650 <~~no explanation needed there isn’t a lot to write about. Believe me the Marine who said we do more before the sun rises than you do all day was Grunt. And I’m not. As for us wingers on the off occasion that we do more in the morning than you do all day we bitch. More than likely we do the same amount of work before the sun rises than you do all day. Which just means you managed your time better because we forced 10 hours of work into just over 20 minutes where as you smart civilians worked 10 hours of work into 12 well spread out and organized hours. Well that’s all for now. Maybe I’ll see you later. ^.^
Well guess who’s back, back again. Yes I’m back, tell a friend. Now that my shameless promotion period is over I will get back to the matter at hand. Which is your update. It is now 1133 and military time does not include a colon so that is not a mistake you’re just a civilian. Anyway I have eaten breakfast. Then I ran around and did stupid odds and ends as we tried to get our van (more like a trailer) up and working but we got jewed out of power. (For any actual Jews reading this don’t worry I promise to make fun of white people and black people eventually just give me time). Anyway since we got jewed out of power we have none, means no work can be done, more than that it means the Playstation can’t be played. Which is 100 times worse you must understand. We also moved all of our ammo from down stairs to upstairs. There are things that much more akin to amusement than this. Like getting teeth pulled. Or thinking about a woman you love who your stole your teddy bear and now doesn’t give you head or your teddy bear and constantly fucks with your head even though she doesn’t mean to. If that wasn’t specific enough for anybody reading this then you either A should not have been reading this or B you’re a complete rock with an IQ close to that of broccoli. Or maybe I just met you recently and you’ve no idea of my past. Either way if that went over your head I laugh in your general direction. Ha ha ha ha. Ha. Perhaps I will return. Perhaps not.
Day 4 of Purgatory
Christopher Allan Radney
