Under fire...

Today I'm on edge...I'm talking to Ro and he is under enemy attack on his base camp.

I really never though much about that being an actual scenario he would be giving me.
I'm really worried about him. I know if it came down to brass tax he would make light of the situation as not to worry me, but I'm still in a tinge about the whole thing.

I just want him to come home...home with me so I can see his smile again, so I can hug him and know he's really there. I don't even really know my life without him. Ro is my best friend, my confidant, my heart. I love him with all my funny little heart. RO has been with me through the worst and the best of my life. I don't know how this will all pan out, but I'm still waiting.
I am expecting a phone call later today.

My Imperail Army

Well this is my first shot at inviting people into my thoughts and twisted brain. This is a Blog created for school, but I'm sure I can throw my own little obscurities into the pot. I never really got into the whole "Scene" of blogging because I am a but temperamental and blunt...I'm mainly a sonofabitch. I can be touchy feely and squishy at times, but mostly I can't stand people.

I enjoy the great works of the late Dr. Hunter S. Thompson (hence the Gonzo reference), Ginsberg, Kerouac, and all the greats. I believe in the spoken word to be the strongest point of expression. I love a great conversation.
I avoid the mouth breathers of society at all costs. I loathe morons. Opinions are a more respectful way to get a point across...check you judgments at the door because they are not welcome here. I like what I like, and don't give too many shits about what who's wearing, celeb gossip, and the Drama Lama. If you don't like what I have to say you can have a coke and a smile and get the fuck on with it.

Enjoy your day !

MAHALO!

The Queen of Gonzo