Dominique. 26. Video games. Lifting. Running. Misanthropy. Gastronome. 6 foot 3 inches and some change.

After working my ass off all day, I’d love to have something inviting to come home to.

But I have nothing inviting. Nor a home.

The barracks can be a pretty toxic place.

16+ hour work days when you aren’t paid hourly/overtime: 0/10.

spacemutants asked: So Hank, what's the deal with Pluto right now? Is it a planet or not?


Pluto is not a planet. The IAU (in my book) gets to decide what the definition of a planet is because there has to be a definition and they are by far the most qualified body to define it. 

Pluto does not meet that definition, and thus should not be considered a planet. I agree with their definition, but even if I didn’t I would submit to it because I am not an expert. 

Recently, three people sat in a room and argued about whether pluto was a planet. The audience then voted…and they voted that Pluto was a planet. That, of course, means nothing. If you want random groups of people to define scientific terms…it’s going to be hard to get any actual science done. 

"Lewis. You bought one birthday ball ticket AGAIN?"

"Yeah man, I’m excited to go though!"

Rest of the bus: “YOU NEED TO GET LAID.”

"Yeah. So. I’m probably gonna drink myself stupid and spend the night stealing all of your plates."

How are you gonna put out a POD and get mad when everyone is pissed that you never follow it?

My anaconda WON’T.

12gauge-ghost asked: You okay Devil?

I ain’t dead, my man.

I just get really frustrated and I do my best to put my very real frustrations to words here because it’s so damn helpful.

I try my best to give all the love I can to people I care about, because I’m so fucking empty and no one deserves to feel like this.

Signed up for a half marathon for fun.

Too bad it’s months away.

I miss you, triathlon season.