Yeah, it's one of those type nights. We leave for the 'raq next week so I figure that I am going to get as messed up as possible while it's possible... and vent.

Why the hell do people tell me that I need to grow the f*ck up? Not people, just my ex. She had the audacity to say that I needed to grow up and I thought about it and realized that she is full of mess. I asked her to be with me and told her that I was going to the military. Even supported her when she was going through FBI training. She turns around and leaves me when I get out of basic and says that I chose Germany over her. That is the most ridiculous thing ever. The army tells you where you go, you don't get an option. Her ass should realize that since she's stationed in Bum-f*ck-Egypt. I didn't choose anything, she chose to leave and with that I need to cut her the hell off because I took the wrap for way too long thinking that there was something that I could have done different. My sister told me that when she calls to tell her to go straight to hell and have a nice day and that is it. I'm too nice for that but I think I understand what she means.

My lovely fiance is great but I don't know why men chase after the YT women so much. I sometimes miss the over opinionated remarks and fighting that stems from nothing. She's really laid back and that makes it easier but sometimes boring because I look for things to fight about and it doesn't work. I know what she wants before she does. Humans are creatures of habit but come on, I need some sort of monkey wrench from time to time. She doesn't even ask for anything, so I can't even bitch about that. This entire rant is that I have nothing to rant about...

My mom must be out her ever loving mind. I don't care that I got another 4k in the bank last week, I am not about to drop half of that on a Tag watch for her. That is ridiculous. I spent that kind of money on her last year and I need to save if I want my own family when I come home. I am not going to feel bad because that makes no since to ask for something like that. I am not ballin' like that with a future to plan.

The army sucks... it's boring. 'nuf said.

Patron Reposado is the worst tequilla that I have tasted thus far. It's smooth like the other Patrons but the aged taste is too damn powerful for casual drinkers.

Apparently if you tell the truth on a mental health assessment then you fail...

I don't know what they expected, they ask questions like are you angry, frustrated, and shaky after a long ass day in the cold and rain while not feeding you. What did they think I was going to say? That I loved it? HELL NAW!!! I was pissed off and I said it so now I have to see mental health for some reason with some Major somebody.

My thought is this: everyone in the military is crazy. They do the same thing day in and day out expecting different results. That's the damn definition of insanity. Why am I singled out?