Monday, March 30, 2009

Hey guys

Hello everyone. My name is Kevin and I'm 27 years old and just decided to start a blog to rant about all the things that I'm pissed off about and shit.

I work at the local Radio Shack and I keep having my hours cut so I have a lot of free time now. Man, fuck that shit though. I need something to keep me out of my parents' house.

Yeah, I live at home with my parents. That's one thing I don't mind. They have this fucking huge ass house and I have a sweet room up in the attic. Plus they're retired and love to travel all the time, so most of the time I have the place to myself. Check it out:



Sometimes I throw some pretty huge parties when my parents are gone and it's pretty sweet since this house is so huge. Frank and Johnnie from the store like to come over and we pound beers and whatever and it's awesome. Sometimes my older brother Buzz comes into town and drinks with us but he's usually pretty busy with his sales job. He doesn't really party like he used to.

Anyway, my parents left for France again today. Dad bitched at me about getting a real job before leaving. La-de-fucking-da. I've heard that shit. I've tried, dad. But this economy blows.

And even though I work at a fucking Radio Shack-- an electronics store-- my damn iPhone keeps fucking up. It's been out of service now for a couple hours. I hope this shit comes back. I haven't heard from anyone in hours.

Peace OUT
-Kev

1 comment:

  1. Kevin,

    I've always been curious about your sexuality? I remember this line you used to throw out to some of the older guys at school when we were kids: "Get on your knees and tell me you love me," and once I took your talkboy home with me after a night of Pepsi's and frito-lays without you knowing and there was this deep sounding recording, which I'm pretty sure was you, saying "I love you too Scott Baio, more than you'll ever know..." it went on, needless to say it still has me thinking. You're still in Chicago, and I'm now in Portland with my post-emo band, 'Ruff.' I don't want to prematurely out you or anything, but I think I love you, and maybe, just maybe, you love me too.

    Your old friend,
    --Dennis "Menace" Mitchell

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