Heat to 375 and BAKE– Day 2

Howdy Howdy,

Loyal readers, sexy fan base, Face-Space friends and family, hello from Al Udeid, Qatar., guess what!? It’s hot as balls here. It’s literally hotter than inside a frying pan, hotter than Scar-Jo’s ass, hotter than the surface of the sun.

But, I’m here, so I’m going to make the best of it. Yesterday I told you a little bit about myself, how I got here, who I am. After a few emails and sexy pics came in I decided to answer your questions:

1. Why on Earth would you want to be an embedded journalist?

Because I’m a winner, people, and I am inherently awesome and better than all those mouth-breathing, cake-eating, cat-talent-show-covering clowns at the local Atlanta paper.

But seriously, because it’s time to do something with this life, first rate Daddy-funded education, and God given gifts I have.

1. Seriously?

How about this, I want to get the word out about how it is being in the shit, living in caves, searching for robe wearing, goat-effing idiots with homemade bombs strapped to their chests. Because I want to see the kind of man and woman it takes to blow themselves up in the middle of a crowded gathering place. Because Bin-Asshole is a modern day Hitler and I want to see why it is people follow him to their painful death.  I want to expose the lives these barbarians live to the bureaucratic, red tape Washington jerks so maybe they can figure out why things aren’t working.  Plus, this is the world we live in.  This is the issue that defines our generation.  This is the stuff we’ll tell our grandchildren about, maybe because it will still be going on in 50 years…Who knows.

OK, I only got one email, and it was from my neighbor, Janet, telling me to pick up after my dog in the apartment’s common areas.

But anyways, it’s boring here right now and I fear it will stay this way for many days. Word on the street (WOTS), as the guys around here affectionately call it, is that we will be moving out in the next ten days.

I agreed to go to PT with them tomorrow morning at 0530, so we’ll see how that goes. I mean I did cardio at the Y back home, but that mostly meant staring at 40 something’s asses for 20 minutes and listening to the Doobie Bros.

So I leave you on a positive note-There is a BBC journalist here I’m totally going to bang!– and no, it’s not Lara Logan…I wish

Paul

“I think if I was allergic to dairy I’d kill myself.“

Tags: Doobie Brothers, Middle East, Qatar, War on Terror