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Name: Kevin
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Metro: Edmond
Birthday: 9/6/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Speaking in tongues.
Expertise: Thinking outside the box.
Or in the box, or to the side of the box, under the box, in the corner of the box, in the other corner of the box, in the other corner of the box, but not the other corner of the box, but definately next to the little arrow on the box, beneath the box flap, above said box flap, in the little porous creases in the cardboard, in a house of boxes, in a three piece box suit, even boxer shorts... They call me "Boxmeiser", whatever I touch, turns to a box at my touch. I'm too much, hell yeah.
... So I like boxes ...
Message: message me
AIM:  fgimn04
Member Since:
12/26/2005
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| LADIES AND GENTS!
Remember when I tried that Freewebs thing?
It was a debacle.
Too complicated.
I'm lazy, fingers fell off, no ability to click buttons.
Now try this new extention: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=84318345
To get matters straight, and to reassure those going into cardiac arrest at the thought of losing my Xanga articles, I will continue to make it easy to access my Blogation... just click the link.
Hey, you on that MySpace thing now, look me up. I loves you. | | |
| My loyal-esque readers. You know I vowed to start writing on this site again, yet I failed to do so. I'm sorry. Xanga sounded dull. Don't worry, I still love you. You're forgiven.
Let's move on.
Well, I had a lengthy prose all about the evils of dried fruits prepared today, but alas, it is no more. Computer froze up. So, instead, I have a little update.
Percival has a job. That's right.
Finally, says you. Sure, sure, says I.
He is a teacher at a summer program for youngins. That's right, I'm Mr. Kevin now.
I hear you scoff. First you laughed when I was that Reverand, now we all laugh when I'm teacher man. Thanks a lot. Just so you know, the child care profession is possibly one of the mightiest of all summer occupations. A behomoth of summerjobery. Long work day, but a short work week. No monotonous physical labor. Fair pay. Not to mention... all those adorable little children. Yay for kids! They run, they laugh, they eat play-dough, they're just your bestest little buddies! I love kids!
Click This >http://www.startribune.com/media/2006/06/05/14/1OMEN0606.standalone.jpg
I love kids... | | |
| The Triumphant Return
Sorry, with the hellacious last week of school I neglected to update.
Now, with freedom at hand, I can begin to conquer cyberspace once more.
One entry on The Reflection at a time.
People please! I know you missed reading my rambuctiounious ramblings ravenously
But you must curb your fevered fervor for mere moments as I make this address.
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That's mine. Peace | | |
| Can you smell it?
Not that. That's your problem.
I mean summer. I feel like a kid in a candy store... a kid who's tied to the giant plastic sculpture shaped like a Tootsie Roll and being whipped with Twizzlers by two crack voiced, acne wrought teens with serious angst... uh... but the kid gets picked up from the store by his Mommy in just two weeks...
Two weeks.
Feel it guys; smell it; taste it, it's good right? Shh shh, the spice is mild, it's good.
Two weeks.
At first I was hesitant, but now that it's so close... so close... ha ha!
Two weeks.
Finally a change in routine, a change in the monotony; monotony is a funny word.
Two weeks.
Keep in touch everybody, I'll be missing you. Unless I don't like you. Then go away.
Two weeks.
No I mean it. Stop reading this and leave.
Two weeks.
Don't look so surprised, get off the computer and walk away... or...
Two weeks.
I'm uploading a virus on your computer... now.
Two weeks.
?&#@... I don't know how.
Two... weeks...
Sorry... | | |
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