Time spent is well spent
12 years ago
General
Naasad'guur mhi, Naasad'guur mhi, Naasad'guur mhi, Mhi n'ulu, Mhi Mando'ade, Kandosii'ade, Teh Manda'yaim, Mando'ade. [Translation from Mando'a: No one likes us, No one likes us, No one likes us, We don't care. We are Mandos, The elite boys, Mando boys, From Mandalore.]
So since I've been home so far I've gotten a lot of flack from local friends, neighbors, and even family. Now my family is pressing on me hard to get a job and get back out of the house again like I was before shipping out. Well that's easier said than done when you live in a small ass town and a county and state where taxes are high and it is hard to afford a place of your own along with bills on a nine to five job. But I'll be back in the security field in no time. Until then I'm going to physical therapy and seeing a psychologist (the Navy is making me go as is my mother). But my outlets will forever be Roleplay and Gaming, like right now I'm playing the fuck out of Defiance on the PC and venting in RP with old friends. Now I know not a lot of people read my journal or probably give a rats ass about me, some of you are probably "Watch for a watch." but either way I know that I have a way to vent in these journals sometimes. Until my next little spat, see you on the battlefield.
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I'm not sure if I left you a shout about moving back to an older account of mine? Anyhow - pretty sure you will know just who I am (if not I'll cry a river - Kidding!) =3