Friday, June 03, 2005

Mind if I try this sh…

I promise I won’t abuse the posting privileges Erick was gracious enough to allow me. It’s a nice site, by the way. Anyway, I just wanted to announce that I’ve got three months left in the living hell that is the United States Army! That’s right, three months. Exactly 90 days as of today. I’m so excited I piss myself every few days just imagining life on the outside. In fact, I’m pissing myself right now. I’ve started my job search, sort of. Ever since I heard Club Secrets burnt down I’ve had to realign my goals. Mainly I’ve been working with junior military officer recruiters. I’ve got some conferences coming in the Atlanta and Chicago areas. We’ll see. I’m still living in El Paso, a.k.a. “America’s Asshole.” Stef and I are doing well and I’m hoping to move back toward, if not to, g-town this fall. It was great seeing so many of you at Christmas, even if I was a little too wasted to make intelligent conversation, and I hope to see you again soon.


  1. Hell yea! We picked up another one! It's nice to hear from you... be careful though, the men in black may be monitoring these frequencies... just kidding. So what kind of job are you looking for? I think you need a title like "leader of men" or a job description of "I'll kick your ass with your own pinky." Oh yea and here's a link that might help you understand your problem.

    urinary incontinence

  2. Welcome to the party private - remember, the way to properly use this site is with a beer in the hand and five in the belly. And it's perfectly legit to post national security secrets (Lobao), incoherent gibberish (the Brit), while shitfaced and hitting on a women's body building champ (Witt), and, contrary to popular belief, while eating bacon (Eddie).

  3. Chris! Glad you are a part of the G-Town drain clogging blog. I don't think you could be too intoxicated to "make intelligent conversation" with most of us, unless you've passed out. Uh oh, gotta go, my urinary incontinence is acting up again, better follow the drips to the men's room

  4. Speaking of passing out... happy birthday Jared (belated of course). We'll be drinking in your honor tonight so expect a group of people to sing you happy birthday over the phone.