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Could someone please pass the Sominex?


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Right now, it's a few minutes until 4 o'clock in the morning and This Man has not had any sleep. Usually whenever the insomnia settles in, while I'm tossing and turning, I'll try and figure out what it is that's bothering me. I've found that usually it's something very trivial and can be dealt with without having to get out of my coffin rack.
But for the past couple of days, I've climbed into my bunk, watched some porn, beat off and attempted to fall asleep only to wake up a couple of hours later. So now, I'm in front of this laptop, pecking away because believe it or not, sailors don't like it when you wake them up from their deep slumber to talk about why you can't fall asleep.
So now that I'm online (figurative & literally), This Man may as well recount the events from last night's Final Outchop shindig that we had onboard our fine warship. As you may recall from yesterday's post, we've finally been ordered to proceed onward to Singapore and then on to San Diego. To celebrate this moment, the crew gathered to watch a slide show presentation of the work that we'd done, sing karaoke, play cards and just gather with other shipmates. Trust This Man when I say, there's isn't too much one can do when the only alcohol onboard is Astringent!
I did manage to take a couple of pictures but because I was occupied with other things, I didn't pay much attention to what I was photographing so This Man may have to skip posting the pictures. Nonetheless, it was a good time all things considered.
I suppose I should mention how I was able to outsmart and outwit a buddy of mine, Jon, who's slowly getting hip to the fact that I do, indeed march to a different drum than he does. It went something like this, after challenging me to a staring contest (childish, I know), we then switched to a left- handed arm wrestling match, he quickly found out that This Man is indeed ambidextrous. He lost not only during the left handed match, but the right handed one as well (HOORAY FOR THE HOMO!). But I think it was the fact that I left him with this comment, "Your friends will not like hearing that you were beat by a punk" that kind of set him off. Then as if that wasn't enough, Jon was kind enough to suggest that we hang out in Singapore just to "hang" which would've been a nice gesture had it not been spoken with sarcasm. But don't worry, I quickly responded with, "But if we do that, then the guys will assume that I'm only out to screw you."
Let's just say that Crayola doesn't make that shade of red that he turned! Mind you, this may seem like it's a bad situation to be in, but to tell the truth, This Man kind of likes it. I can't count the number of conversations that Jon and I have had in which he's left flustered and I'm left standing with a evil smirk on my face. Perhaps one day, This Man will take the time to jot them all down for your entertainment.
It's now 4:15 a.m, and I'm still awake. Time to go watch some porn.

Mahalo.


1 Responses to “Could someone please pass the Sominex?”

  1. Blogger Alexis du Bois 

    "...not a drop of alcohol anywhere on board." ??? You a truly kidding! What ever happened to the ration of rum that used to be standard issue. Oh, yes, that was the British Navy wasn't it? Oh, well, what type of porn do you watch, I'm fearful to ask?

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