Touch me not... Lest ye be touched.

Name Tag at Work Tonight: "Kevin..."

So I have a number of different name tags that I can wear at work, made with a little help from Paul's label maker that he left in my car when we went to U of I for a weekend. They are as follows...

Kevin.
Kevin!
Kevin?
Kevin...
Kevin,
Kevin:
Kevin :-)
Sir Kevin
Baron Von Kevin

So far I've only worn a few of them. I wear different ones depending on how I felt that day. There's no real explanation for the "..." one. Just that I don't feel like anything that day.

There's a new cute girl at work. Finally. There's decent girls at work, but all of them (until now) have had things blatantly wrong with them. A mustache, ridiculously fat ass, huge moles, bald spots, random missing teeth, speech impediments, 3 kids from 3 different guys, etc... Nice thing about this girl is that she looks young enough to not have kids. So we'll see how that goes. The first mention of "my little baby" or "my baby's daddy" and she's cut off from the thunder down under.

Other than that, things are good. My joint birthday celebration with Paul's birthday was awesome. On top of going to see a 10-4 Chicago Steel win and getting an amazing piece of chocolate chip cookie dough cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory, we all got really drunk that night. We had:

(also known as a recipe for a great night)

- 1.5 Cases of MGD cans
- 1 Handle of Jack
- 1 Smaller Sized bottle of Goldsloggers
- 2 Handles of Gordon's Vodka
- 1 Liter-a-cola
- 2 Liters of Mountain Dew Code Red
- 1 Liter of Sprite
- 1 Cubs Shot Glass
- Lots of those Red Plastic Cups

Spread out over like.. 18 people. That's a fuckin' great time. Okay, I've got nothing else to say.

Piece out,

Ke\/in