Ok, well Im in Omaha now, and stressin big time. Im told I cant live in the barracks here on base. This is basically the conversation I had with the person in charge of living quarters.
me: Why cant I live here in the dorms?
bitch: Cause your a Senior Airmen with more than 3 years in service, and we only let Airmen 1st class and below live in the dorms here.
me: Is there any possibility of moving into the dorms even for a lil bit?
bitch: no, sir you have to find a apartment off-base.
me: I can't afford an apartment. Im broke.
bitch: Youll get DLA pay, "dislocation allowance" basically move out money, and the DLA should help with the process.
me: but ma'am I dont have a car.
bitch: buy one.
me: (in the back of my head Im thinking "buy one?! you crazy bitch!" however) I cant afford one, Im waiting on my bonus pay.
bitch: then walk.
You dont know how badly I wanted to just reach over and slap the ho. (no pun intended randy). After our nice little discussion, I went to the 1st Sgt. and explained my situation. So now I might be able to get a house on base. hopefully, and create a foundation for my finances here. Other than that, I've already gotten into a "almost" fight, and drank heavily, but my friends are all white here, so we go to these bars, and Im the only guy thats not "full white" and sometimes it feels kind of wierd. For instance they were playing country and alternative music at this bar I went to, and out of no where I hear a kanye west song, and everyone looks at me. Like they're doing me a favor, and now I gotta breakdance or start rappin or sum shit....wtf?! Just cause I dont wear extremely tight jeans, with a huge belt buckle, plaid shirt, and a cowboy hat? Wait, I do have a.....but anyways...augh! I have a headache. | 
