Looking into this new job. I'm getting hasty. I'm thinking about how I'm going to make a billion dollars and run around doing all kinds of things. I haven't even gotten my uniform yet and I'm giddy as a ten year old about to get some christmas toys.
Going to think about saving the money and possibly pursuing a pilots license.
Fucking flying planes baby. That's where I belong. I'm an airman, that's for sure, born for it...
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