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Name: Kevin
Nick Names: actionman651, xzibit, Bobert, Mini-kibles & Special K
Age: 17
Birthday: June 30st
Zodiac: Cancer
Chinese Zodiac: Rabit
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Taken ladies! Love you Anne.
Location: Sudbury, Ont.
Hair Color: Black
Occupation: Graphic/Webpage Designer/Artist & Fry Cook
Pet Peeves: Printers
Hobbies: Taking apart computers and putting them back together.
I love to: flirt, listen to music, play computer games (UT04, Diablo2, Starcraft, ect..)
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Thats right you want to put a spin on your blog you have come to the right place...
last modified Jul 23, 2004 at 18:21
Today was a crappy day from begining to end. Im so depressed, I hate school and I dislike work. I have a bad cold and feel like my friends are only my friends because they pitty me and others dislike me for just being me. Its like im always moving but never getting anything from life. I hope this ends soon...
After the past few days my view on relationships is somewhat different then what it was. Me and Anne are once again one and we are both smiling and with some effort it is going to stay that way for a long time.
Love you lots Anne
I have ben wanting to get back in the swing of doing some really work with my graphic design work but have found nothing more then making blogs, tho enjoyable I need more, so i have made another Deviantart account in hopes of rekindling my love for the game. I call it a game because until I find something useful to put my effort into thats all it is. So http://mrremix.deviantart.com/ is the address, feel free to visit anytime and see if I have anything new up.
Sherry's party was....what to call it....Ah who cares I got drunk and thats all that matters. Wish you could have come Anne. love you lots Anne, sorry guy for the mushy stuff but I haven't said it in a day or so.
So we get to the beach and its only about 4:30 or so, Me, Sherry, Terry, Roc, Eric and Stew. As soon as we get there Sherry and Terry have to go back and got more stuff and beer for Stew or something like that, in the mean time I whip out my pack of smokes and decide to start pitching my one or perhaps one and a half man tent. Here I am jumblling my sleeingbag, tent and smoke trying to get to the beach.
After the agonising trip through the sand I start to put it up with the asistance to Eric. We get it up and all look at it and laugh at how small it is, then we decide to get the party going and turn the radio on and crack some vodka coolers, oh and don't forget the Polar Ice (more vodka Yah!)
Sherry and Terry get back and we are in the progress of getting fire wood, after looking around the brush we don't turn up much good sized stuff until we cross into the real camp ground wear we find a number of large wood slips. I run and get the axe and they start moving them from where they were to over by the tents.
Its only about 6:00 now and the fire is burning high in the background, and the several of us drinking, are on our second or third drink, while we all sit with the radio eating laughing and enjoying doing nothing.
The topic turns as it often does in this group of people to weed and it comes to out attention that one of us has a pipe with a cherry still in it. After three people nearly trip getting to the car a large cloud of smoke hovers above the car.
To the dismay of the group Sherry is alergic to the smell and without asking, commands us into the water to wash ourselves. Feeling rather chipper for some reason I decide to comply and change into my shorts and spray some axe on my clothing.
There I am standing on the sand bar hesitant to get in the water quickly when a roughy 200 pound mass of Stew blindsides me and into the water I go. Now sufishently clean I give Sherry a nice wet hug.
Oh ya almost forgot someone important, Alex (not one of the terriable 3) was there too but had to go because of work at 10:00.
This is where things get fuzzy....
To Be Continued.
I finally got around to picking up a real copy to The Satanic Bible. The digital version is great but nothing compares to a read book, right? My religion has been a point of much controversy of late. Many people think of it as just me trying to be cool, others take interest and ask dumb questions. That is probably the most irking thing. My answer to most is go read the literature and come back and perhaps we can have an educated conversation.
There are unique individuals and there are things we don't understand, so you could say it is not an impossable idea that there may be such a this as a vampire. Given however I don't believe there is monster that goes around sucking peoples blood, there are individuals able of sucking strength, life force, whatever you want to call it, from another living being and become stronger.
Thought and opinions...?
I had planed a cute little picnic for me and Anne to have at Bell Park today but didn't turn out, we couldn't make it fit in so we rescheduled it for tomorrow, plz let the weather hold out, tho walking in the rain again wouldn't be a bad thing.
That’s right, I after the nerve-racking break up with Donna (who is still a wonderful woman) have fond somebody new to endow with love and kisses. I am not going to say who but imp sure you will find out who soon enough...*leave you in suspense*
Thats right fun seakers, its shindig time at the Wilson house. Get wet and wild in the pool and hammered anywhere you fall. Its BYOB and there will be lots of people. Post for more info.
I am not a poet, I am not known for my keen articulating skills. I am a regular uninteresting Joe, dispite my efforts I will be nothing more then someone who writes html.
Thats right, Dahak is going on the back burner while I start up this new home away from home.
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