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I don't feel so creative tonight. But lately I've been the life of the squad bay with my whitty commentary and oblique sense of humor. I met my instructor today and I found out that mentioning things like "now I can't edge dress your balls" probably isn't such a great idea infront of most snco's. SSgt Hess is a good Marine. Just needs a sense of humor to go with his sense of duty. At least thats how I see it. So what the hey.

Lots of changes lately. Most noticable would be my ass. It still feels flabby but it's bigger now. Stronger somehow. I wonder if running 8 goddamned miles a fuckin day up the goddamned mountains has anything to do with it. PT is gay. Oh well.

In other news the riptide on the cali beaches is shall we say, robust? Holy fucking christ. I'll never do that again. Life guard looked at me like I had a death wish. If I coulda seen the riptide commin I wouldn't have been out there jackass.

Bah. I'm done. o0