December 11, 1999
my god, you just don't realize how quickly you can run out of shit to do in sarajevo. work till 7, lift till 8, t.v. till 10, read to 11, asleep by 12. same thing everyday. 7 days. month after month.
i've found myself becoming intrested in shit i never thought i would give half a flyin' toot about. like web pages, palm pilots, balkan/bosnian history, vintage records, the stock market, and melrose place.
i've become a yuppie.
AAAUUUUGGGGHHH What has happened to me!!!! breath deep sean breath deep. out with the bad in with the good out with the bad in with the...10 9 8 7 6 5...anger... fading, anger... fading, anger... gone.
whew that was a close one.
the only thing that i ever even look forward to is music. i seem to always be able to count on that to relax me or piss me off or make me wanna shake my shit like it's 1999. lately i've been diggin on the old school steavie wonder. like the shit from way back around 1970.
the man is pure blind genious.
i think tomarrow i'm going to take a little jog out to the mountains and get some pictures. i can't believe i've been out here 3 months and i've only been out there once. i'm tryin hard as shit to get out to the city again on a strictly photo opportunity. i've been out in town plenty of times but for very diffrent reasons. namely clubs and parties and the such (when ever i could break about 37 NATO laws and regulations).
i'm really tryin to get out one more time with my man skip before i have to pack my shit and head out.
there are so many reasons why i'm ready to go back to mannhiem, but there are just as many why i'm not.
god damn 1st Sergent tryin to kill my ass, and i ain't lookin to do no PMCS's (preventive maintence checks and services) on some dirt and rocks and beans and shit.
but i miss the freedom. NATO has got thier big finger on my forehead keepin track of my ass.
i don't needs my ass kept track of.
but the nice thing for today is that the view out my window is something i could never see in florida. bosnian mountains. beautiful.