Bad Day

Heh. Ever have one of those days where you get bitched at for telling someone the truth, or the correct answer?

That was the other day and I had to laugh at the whole sitch, and even drew this picture to illustrate how it all went down.

Of course the blonde terror in the left hand corner is Melanie yelling at me when I told her she had to show up for the mandatory squadron photo, and the psycho-cunt above my picture is the psychologist here that needs more therapy than her own patients.

What is it with the Mental Health careerfield in the military? They're all a bunch of fucking assholes, or they need the Prozac more than the patients they treat. It seems every time I've been stationed at Kunsan, there's always been some static between me and the people that work there. They're either angry and want to hurt everybody, or they're all manic-depressive types that just need to find a razor blade to solve all their problems. For a $1.39, a 3-pack from the BX is the perfect solution. I can hook them up too.

And Melonaise is a fucking nut-job in my book too. Never happy, always a continual rain-cloud over her head. If she ever does kick this funk, I won't know how to react. Seeing Melanie truly happy would be like finding the cure to Herpes. Priceless.

I shot the M-16 today. It was refreshing. I imagined the faces of everyone that pisses me off, present or past, and scored a whole helluva lot better than I would had I not had the motivation. We also got a new girl in today to replace ding-dong that's leaving next week. She's Laotian and has big tits and a cute face.

I'm avoiding her.

Anycase I'm going to do some more packing tonight and what not. Tomorrow I'm going to do a quick once-over on my room, just incase our new Shirt turns out to be a royal prick and white-gloves the place. I hate those kind of people.