I found out today that I’m only scheduled two days next week, Saturday and Sunday. I have the whole week off, well, because I asked for it off. But, I also thought that I would be going to Chicago for the whole week, but I’m probably not.
So, it’s really weird now. I really want to go to Chicago, cause I have the time off, but if I can’t go, I have a whole fucking week to…pack…
That’s actually a really good idea, if I don’t end up going. I could take the week and go through all my things and give away what I don’t need to keep in the attic for the next 10 to 20 years.
My favorite part about being a single girl in the Navy is that you don’t have a house or “family,” so there is no need for material items, everything you own should be disposable or portable. A part of me decided long ago that I don’t own my stuff, my stuff owns me.
“I’ll have you know, I did something today. I painted a banana red. - No, it’s not my fucking dick. It’s a banana. And it’s not a dildo, you disgusting people. I think it feels like one. Not that I would know. Not that you would either know, children. - Maybe I’ll give it away later. It’s my shiny red banana. Does anyone want it? But remember, do not eat it.”—