mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Playing with your tax dollars. It seems like the mass of you get the most pleasure out of my diary when I have a complete crumb of a day. Which is totally fine with me. All of your great comments really brighten up my day. Take for instance my online friend Mike the Jap. When I was saying on 9/11 that I am proud to be serving my country, he misread it as "servicing my country," which he thought was funny. So mature, he is. But after reading yesterday's entry, he IM'd me via AOL Instant Messenget (my screenname is alljonpaul, just in case you, too would like to message me), and said, "Instead of you servicing your country, your country just serviced you." See? Wasn't that sweet of him? And my other friend Mike -- the one who will be taking over my diary while I am at basic (and will be handsomely rewarded in return) ... (no, Mike the Jap, not in *that* way) -- thinks I am in the running for an award for "Most visits to MEPS without actually enlisting." He thinks I should start getting medals. By his calculations, I will become an officer before I enlist, which will constitute having to go through yet another year of paperwork. I also got several emails from the few of you who actually email me. They really do help. And for all of your kind words, I will post a picture today. Since I got my student loan money -- the loan money that the Air Force will be paying back instead of me -- and all of my bills are paid, I figured I would take some money and blow it on useless stuff. Last night, for example, I went to the casino and spent an hour or two playing slots and blackjack. Don't ask how it went. And today, I decided it was time to get a new hat. My old hat is a denim-and-leather Harley do-up that Mandy the Psycho Lesbian Ex got me a couple of years ago. It was a nice hat, but I didn't want any reminants of that on my head. Get my brain too close to that kind of influence for too long, and I, too, may decide to be gay. So, this morning, I went to the mall where they have a decent hat store. I have always wanted a fitted hat, and I figured now would be as good a time as any to buy one. Would you like to see how my new hat looks on me? Would ya? Huh? Ok, then, go here and see me laying on my bed with a somewhat suspicious grin on my face. Coincidentally, this is usually the last view of me most of my dates have before the neighbors see them storming out of my apartment. But what do you think? At least I'm not like Mike the Jap and attempt a comb-over to hide my thinning hair. I'm kewl. I wear a hat. Well, I need to run. I have a paper I need to write and email to my stupid English Lit teacher. I can't stand her. I also need to write a couple of sonnets. I have already written one, but I need to write another. They totally blow and should be put out of their misery. Have a great weekend. My ass will be plastered to HBO on Sunday night to watch the season premier of The Sopranos. So, don't call me. 3:04 p.m. - Fri., Sept. 13, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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