Ahhhh.. that's some good Lord... good, crunchy, healthy...

Lord.

Bye.

What's this shit?  New font?  Yeah!
 
Well anyway, I just kind of wanted to complain today.
 
People are not being who I'd hoped they'd be lately.  It's sad when you can say that the biggest problem between your friends and yourself is honesty.  It you can't tell the truth to your best friends, people who have stuck by you forever and will continue to, then who?  Parents?  No.  Random people?  Well, I suppose that could work.
 
I havn't talked to Kelly for like two weeks now, she's going to be coming home in only two weeks or something.  That'll be good.
 
In other news, I went to Zero Gravity last saturday with the guys and the girls (they know who they are) and it wasn't that bad.  Especially because on top of the ones we brought, there are loads of other hot girls dressed in hot clothes there.  Booty.  Got to fuckin' love it.

This blog posting comes from work.  Work at madison...  yes, i work at a god damn school... i get up at 5:50 am... kill myself... and RIDE MY BIKE to work.  It is the worst thing in the world... the only thing that keeps me going is the wonderful paycheck that awaits me on the first and fifteenth of EVERY month.
 
I also get out of work at 3:00 pm.  It's RATHER nice.
 
N E Way... wow, that was gay.  Things are going pretty good, Nick Dankler got back from Mexico last thursday and last night was the first time i hung out with him in a while.  Boy did he have some incriminating stories.  WOW!
 
Uhhh... that's all i got.  I should probably start working again anyway.
 
"We'll fuck you upstph... we cut off yuh' Johnson!"

Weekly (or however often He feels like it) excerpt from The Holy Boble:

Kids under the age of 15 are like a rash; they're all over the place and are relentlessly annoying.

This is the Word of Bob.  Thanks be to Bob.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Malcolm can suck my balls... just for a little bit though... heh-HA!

It's been a pretty good last couple of days since my last entry... things with the groups of friends are going really well... all the bullshit and red tape has been cleared up... and now we're all liking eachother again... Kevin happy.

(Velvet Revolver - Slither)

Good fucking song.

Anyway. I had no idea how much I'd miss Kelly after that small taste (probably the wrong word for such a thing) that I had of her before she left for Jersey. I mean, she's only a phone call away... but still... it sucks when you can't see someone smile when they laugh at your stupid jokes.

"Wow, Kevin, you're really kinda pouring your heart out right here... that's not like you..."

You're absolutely right. I don't know why... but I think that this Blog thing can be used for things other than bitching... like whining and pity-whoring... hopefully this will work...

Laughing Out Loud.

Well... whatever... I can wallow and stuff later... when I don't have to type about it.

Fourth of July tomorrow... if anyone who wants to come to my house for the BBQ reads this between now and then... then you can come to my house for some good food and good times tomorrow at... or... I guess it would be today wouldn't it... seeing as to how it's past midnight... shit... anyway... today at 5 pm. And just in case you didn't get the clue about 4 posts down... you're not invited, Lunchbox, go fuck yourself. Then at about eight... we'll go to the taste of Lombard Fireworks... good times... great rhymes...

You know these beats are in season
the rhymes got reason, words commitin' treason,
the ladies in the club be pleasin'
all the guys be weezin'
last night my pool was freezin'

Okay that last rhyme was outta my ass.. but the rest was pretty damn good...

I'm outta here.. I need sleep...

Oh yeah... I got a promotion at Babies-R-Us to a department from being a cashier... I am the fastest cashier to ever be moved to a department... take that all you white trash cashiers!!! ::Kevin shakes fist in air::

I also got a retroactive (that means it counts for my last few checks) raise from District 44 for this summer so far... that's a dollar more an hour... I am going to be a rich mother fucker...

If the weather gets ugly tomorrow... then the BBQ's at Paul's dad's house... either way... BOX CAN, and most likely will, FUCK HIMSELF

Peace.