... But It's Been Tuesday Since Last Tuesday

I'll be sailing through life, just aimlessly enjoying the hell out of it when a wind of seriousness comes over me. It's that feeling of how I can't wait to join the service, be put in danger, live life so hard that I might die.

That's some shit I wrote before I joined the Navy. 

Don't get me wrong. I love everything about that shit The uniform, the bullshit, the PT, but it's not anything like that. The only way I'd get killed in the Navy is if I accidentally electrocuted myself. I have the cushiest job in the service. I've gained 50lbs since I joined (not that I really could go anywhere but up from 130lbs). 

I'm just saying, i don't feel like I have started "living so hard that I might die"... 

just the opposite....