I know I've waited all this time (four years!) but with only 120 hours left it's dragging on even slower!! Talk about torture couldn't they just slap me about a bit, shine a torch in my eye you know some chinese water torture that kinda thing haha take that shit over the waiting game.
Talking to a mate tonight her boyfriends in the same battillion I'm joining, which normaly would be a cool thing you'd thing. Shit not this one more like a fucking curse as we have this history shit and hes always had a grudge. Great. I expect the first week he'll have sombody lined up to grease my arse down and aim for penertration. Lovely.
Aside from one angry pyscotic grudge holding boyfriend I'm totaly over the mood joining the battalion I am. One of the reasons I'm so eager beaver to join the army is the travelling. Get this my battiolion has just left UK for Celle, Germany, for the next four to years. Get to travel Europe weekends off and can still speak ok German so harhar bring that mofo on!
After Germany apparntly the battiolions moving to Cyprus for two or three years. Now come on Cyprus!! Thats more like it its the most enviable posting and no prizes for guessing why; golden white beaches, blue surf and naked freaky European chicks for the squaddies taking brap!
At least with this dick head waiting I can console myself with the delicious fact that for the first eight or so years I'll be abroad. Thank Fuck For That.
By the way the anrgy man at the top of the page is an artists impression of what my mates bloke will look like when he sees me first time at battalion. Probaly . . .
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