I could take a whiskey sour right about this moment, or even a Tuborg to quench this thirst. I never knew the heat could get to your appetite the way it does mine... or maybe it's my conscience that has me favoring alcohol over real food. But what is that anymore? I don't even think I have to go into context with that.
All I can think about is the tasks at hand for my work.
All I can think about is exploring this side of the world.
All I can think about is the way he smells on my skin each morning.
All I can think about is how my world has revolved back around...
and it's the new beginning i'm grasping onto.
Who knew that Turkey was so full of life; not that I could ever doubt that. But it has been wanting to remain overseas, away from the states- where reality seems to settle easier than anything I can list as a comparison. I like being in the dream world, everything I want being right underneath my fingertips literally, spiritually, metaphorically... speaking.
Cheers for being able to finally mutter "Happy Friday" to the officers that walk through these halls. My E-3 status being only a fly on the wall. I can't wait for the end of the duty day to come around, not as though it's been much of my duty to browse google and find a new place to belay my thoughts. Public Affairs has it's standards, Airman So&So has hers. Who ever heard of a Photographic Sodomy anyhow?
And out leashes the wolves as time ticks away. They say a watched pot will never boil, but these e-mails are the things that are getting me through these ghastly last mintues.
Antioch anyone? This weekend shall be a feast and I'm dutifully obliged to join.
Agenda.
Tonight: Going Away Party for dear Justin. 1830 at Moonlight's in the Alley.
[here's to the drinking fest]
Saturday: open- things sound appealing, gratusiki to sleeping in and off the drinking coma...
Sunday: Antioch= excitement fulfilling.
Cheers repeated.
I still need a drink.
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