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Saturday, July 26, 2008

should i try to get into command school or just slack my way through..

zzz what a predicament army has placed me in.

i so miss my old life. and when they say one will talk about NS once he enlists, believe me its for real.

my platoon is good, for now. haha. theres this guy who share the same name as me, has a tattoo(his whole back), smokes and have the same thinking as me on our army life.

what army does to you is unimaginable my friends. i didnt even enjoy the house party ytd, was thinking of sleep more than anything else. crap

5:14 PM


By jen the man

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