You know you smelled this one coming

Monday, Aug. 08, 2005, 12:26 a.m.

So. Who's surprised that I have managed to get myself recommended for an Article 15 (best known for its work in the Uniform Code of Military Justice) for "disrespect toward a noncommissioned officer"?

Seriously, you guys. It was only a matter of time.

See, I have this thing where I hate to be talked down to, have my character attacked, and/or be lied about. I tend to react to any and all of those offenses via the Bitch My Man Ain't Yo Baby Daddy method of response, except that I have never mastered that nifty little neck-swerve move which indicates an imminent ass-whomping.

Of course, this is not always the most, ahem, proper or effective way of handling such situations. I have noticed this from time to time, when it has resulted in my having several very, very shitty days.

Apparently, I never learn.

Note to self and to all others like self: Do not tell recent-ex-drill-sergeants that they are a fucking liar -- even if they are, in fact, a fucking liar. It will not end well.

Life is about to be anti-happy, I fear.

But let's look on the bright side, shall we? For it turns out that Husband did not cheat on me. He just told me he cheated, "to see if [I] would confess to having done anything [my]self."

Hooray for mindfucks! Especially during deployments! Yay!

Okay, now I'm just being silly. Ha ha! Whee, I'm at the end of my rope!

Anyway, as a result of this "disrespect" situation into which I have involuntarily thrown myself (again) (dammit!), I've determined that I may not be capable of keeping my thoughts where they belong -- on the Internet.

Or, you know, in my brain. But whatever.

With that in mind (Was that a pun? If so, ha!), I may have to look into some kind of anger management-type shizznit if I am to make it through my remaining two or so years in the Army before I turn and flee back into the arms of La Vie Civilián. (Hey, Julia, how do you say "civilian" in French? Is it okay if I just Frenglish it? Like I did, with the accent-thingy? Oh well, too late now.)

Remember how I thought, like, stuff couldn't get any worse after the Husband ordeal? Yeah, we'll keep that in mind for the 2005 Bitter Irony Awards.

Have I mentioned "send liquor"?
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All righty, I now must get on with a li'l mission for which I was tagged by the aforementioned Qu'est que c'est:

Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:
The Beatles (Derr.)

Are you male or female:
Another Girl

Describe yourself:
Her Majesty

How do some people feel about you:
Fool On The Hill

How do you feel about yourself:
Getting Better

Describe your current significant other:
Long Long Long (!)

Describe where you want to be:
Octopus' Garden

Describe what you want to be:
Paperback Writer

Describe how you live:
With A Little Help From My Friends

Describe how you love:
Why Don't We Do It In The Road

Share a few words of wisdom:
Happiness Is A Warm Gun

There ya go! Shall I tag somebody? Hmm, I believe I shall -- Witty, Batten, Hiss and Andria.

Now get crackin'!
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Lastly, I borrowed a bike and rode to the pool this morning, and my ass now feels like it is trapped in a vice. And not the kind of vice we would associate with a weekend of uninhibited, kinky animal sex, either. Which sucks.