I spent thirteen glorious days not worrying about work.
Or Quantico.
Or the Marine Corps.
Or how the Big Green Weenie may fuck me over in the future.
THIRTEEN DAYS.
Of being carefree. It was amazing.
So yes, I took leave. I went home for the first time in about a year. The last time I was home was on boot leave. And yes, I'm STILL A GODDAMN BOOT. I don't care. I know I am. Ohhhh well. Gotta start somewhere, no?
But the Land of Real Trees is Washington. As in the state. Sorry, I have to clarify that since a lot of people like to assume I'm from up the 95 corridor in DC. Nope. Try about THREE THOUSAND MILES north and west of here.
I didn't do much of anything while I was home. Spent most of my time with my parents, my amazing Hobbit-dog, and visiting a few friends. I also managed a trip over to the Land of Potatoes-Killer-Tumbleweeds-Crazy-Hormonal-Weather-and-Nothingness to visit my Super Duper Paratrooper Brother and his wife, who are students at WSU. That was a good trip. Mostly because of the good food. I'm kidding. Kind of. It was also nice to see the both of them. And their attack Conure who now hates me for >insert random nonsensical reason here<.
Contrary to popular belief, I did not get drunk on leave. Actually, I drank very little and I'm absolutely shocked. This NEVER happens.
But now? Now I'm back in the Land of Perpetual Disgruntlement.
What happened while I was gone? A K9 Board.
Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy for who won the board. He more than deserves it.
But it seems to me that the Fates are rubbing it in my face something fierce when I find out a female from my MP class is now at K9 handler school. And the only thing I can wonder is, "Huh. Dick sucking probably gets you places as a female? Well, that's depressing as fuck."
Depressing because FUCK THAT SHIT, I refuse to stoop that low.
You know what? I'm gonna stop while I'm ahead this rant. I don't have any funny stories from my visit home. I don't have anything positive to say tonight.
So.
Good night.
