Soulless & Feral

7/18

Okay, seriously. Someone is going to have to mail me some proper coffee. Heck, a bean grinder would be sexy too, if you’re so inclined. If you don’t mail a grinder though, I need ground, delicious coffee, Splenda, and… really, that’s about it. I suppose I could use a mug too, but I can pick one of those up just about anywhere.

Really, though, I want to reiterate why I’m here.

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I was going to type something serious today, but hell… it is Freak Flag Friday, and the world needs a hot injection of Friday freak.

I’m not going to epic post, this Friday, because the rules* are that I need to be traveling to do that. I’ll try to share something moderately juicy, though, because I know what sells on the Internet.

A typical warning: This will contain things that may offend you. Don’t read it if you’re a little bitch what can’t take it.

(The rest of you, come on in.)

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I promised that I’d expand on Plan X. Originally, my Plan X simply encompassed going overseas, paying off debt, and basically pushing the “backup wealth” button on the good old game of life. As I thought about it, though, and as the possibility went from an idea to a possibility to a probability, the plan evolved from a simple “get capital quick” scheme to a “break free of societal norms” scheme. And like all schemes, it was a silly dream that had no chance of succeeding, that was wasting time I could spend conforming to everyone else’s “work till you fucking drop dead” idea….

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So.

My tentative date of departure is July 6th, so any random confessions, hatred, offers of debauchery, and face punches should be delivered before then.

I’m sure that all but the most clueless of you have figured out that I am headed to Iraq for a year, to support a client for buckets upon buckets of beautiful, beautiful cash. I’m sure that most of you have surmised that said plan is part of Plan X… but you may have the impression that the trip overseas is the sum total of Plan X. That is… not… quite… true. Plan X does begin with the trip, and the money gained is definitely a major part of the first part of the plan, but really… Plan X is simply my most epic implementation of the Fuck It Principle ever.

That’s right… it all comes back to FIP.

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I hate to be boring, but I am all tapped out for the moment. I mean… sure… there are some things that I could still share for Freak Flag Friday, but they are definitely not going to be documented online for the world to see. I might tell you in person if, say, you buy me some drinks * and ask nicely, but then… I may only do so if there’s an immediate benefit to me. And yeah, some of them are pretty ZOMG. Sharing isn’t the issue…. documenting it is!

But I guess…. I guess… I can share a few leftover tidbits. But you bastards need to start participating too.

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