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[Aug. 14th, 2005|04:44 am] |
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| | Pink Floyd- Wish you were here | ] |
Guess whos drunk. Thats right. Me, bitches. I didnt update last night, because we were in a code red emergency. Parents went to bed, and left me with an empty keg. I was heartbroken. But dad woke up and immediately went and got another one. so i got a full keg, and ive polished off a good 15-16ish beers. So im feelin mighty good right now. Well anyways....my relatives are in. My anunt, uncle, and their two toddlers. Its 4 48 in the morning and those shitheads will wake up at 7 or so. So im gonna get zero sleep. It blows big nuts. But the kids are damn cool, and i'd be up for breakfast, so not too bad. Well im gettin off here, i love you all, keep it real, bitches.
Kevin |
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| Drunk again |
[Aug. 12th, 2005|02:17 am] |
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| | Sounds of chugging beer | ] |
Well ladies and gentleman, here it is.
Kevin is drunk once again, and i love it. I guess the only timne i update this thing is if im drunk. Abnd im gettin pretty damn good at typin drunk, possibly cause im drunk every night of my life. Its called get a keg and put it in ur garage, and you will stay drunk for at least a week. My family, drinks. And normally its just my mom and dad drinkin the keg. But i normally drink at least 12-15 beers a night, and they believe they drink a lot of beer. So i get drunk every night, and dont pay a dime. We last a keg a week. And i dont even inderstand how they dont know. Two adults, who drink occassionaly, do not drink a keg a week. So i help them out haha. Well anyways, im drunk as piss, and i have to pee. But im too lazy to get up. Well its offical. This is no longer my livejournal, but my drunkjournal. I will write in it when im drunk, but not too drunk to write in this bitch. Well there is an emergency at hand. My glass of beer is empty, so im gonna go get some more. I love you all, and stay classy san diego.
Kevin |
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| Friends till the end |
[Aug. 8th, 2005|05:22 am] |
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| | Foo Fighters- Best of you | ] |
Alright. First off, I'm drunk. Well anyways, I was at the Watch Tower smokin with some of my best friends. We got to talkin', and college came up. We talked about how when we went off to college, we probably wouldnt see much of eachother. It saddened me, it really did. To know that my best friends, that have gotten me through the best / worst times of my life, wouldnt be there anymore. So here's some shoutouts to the guys.
Otis- You have made quite possibly every day brighter and happier for me, no matter how pissed I've been, just to hear "Hello, this is Cindy. AHHH Kevin whats up? Wanna come over here and smoke a bowl?", every day for quite some time, it's never gotten old. I love you man.
Ryan- For you that don't know this, its story time. I was drunk on the 4th of july. Oops. Me, Ryan, Otis, Brandi, and Emily were in Charleston watching the fireworks. My oldest brother Brian, has a boat. And he was out on the river watchin the fireworks. I called him up and met up with him and he could see me and i could see him. I was on the dock, and he was about 50 feet away from me. So i jumped into Kanawha River, with my clothes on, and Ryan jumped right in with me. We talked to Brian, and swam back. On the way back to the car, which was parked in a crowded parking garage, on the third floor, Brandi told us she didnt want us wet in her car. So me and Ryan got in our boxers, and I was about to get in the car, when me and ryan saw a car full of ladies blowing kisses and screamin at us, taking pictures and everything. Being drunk and dumb as i am, i mooned them, and we got in the car. But then a truck full of guys, got some more guys, then pulled out some guns. I really wanted to get out of the car, and reason with them like men. So here it goes...Ryan-Thanks for not letting my drunk ass get out of the car that night and get shot. We've became way closer this summer, probably cause of my part-time, part-summer job at the wave pool. "Ha ha Kevin, you got to work tomorrow?" Never gets old either. Rubbing getting fired in my face, makes me proud. You're a great man.
Matt- You fucking crack me up, simple as that. Whenever we are hanging out, playin some guitar, watchin t.v., or you watching me smoke cigarettes, and being a complete smart ass to eachother on eachother's myspaces, makes me happy. "Tea bags clue"...I might of laughed for hours. You brighten my day no matter what the hell happened. My mom could of shot me in the ass with a 12-gauge, and if I spent 10 minutes in the same room afterwards of the shooting, you would probably make me happy enough to buy my mom some flowers and a card that says "Nice shootin, mom."
Vince- What can I say man, you're great. From my urge for pills, or anything, you're there. We've had some bad ass times in the past, and I cant wait for many more. Stay black
Brandon- Wow, getting high and going into lifeguarding practice was amazing. I remembered not one important thing from that entire class. Because of you. Carpoolin to the YMCA in Charleston, smokin blunts on the way, made me completely retarded about CPR. Which is probably one of the reasons i got fired.
Ian-Another former-employee at Waves of Misery. We have gotten high more times than I've counted to ten. From smokin schwag, to AK-Fourty fuckin Seven, we've done it all. You've made my smile almost as big as your sisters ass.
Sam- Although we dont talk much, the times we have had have been great. Hope we become closer in the future, but in a pure heterosexual, pot-smoking way.
Benji- You were great while you lasted. Even if you were cut from the team from that one dreadful night, you still have a place in my memories and heart. I just made you sound like your dead, didnt I? Don't worry folks, hes alive, just grounded.
Monica- No matter how much people say we argue, or how much we hate eachother, I still love ya. Even after every fight we've had since 8th grade, we havent even killed eachother yet. We just have too many stories to even type. I love you.
Tim and Brian- Not only my big brothers, mentors, role models, but two of the best friends i've ever had since i shot out of moms vagina. You have guided me all the way through life, and have given me the best drugs, alcohol, and advice a smartass teenager could ever ask for. I love you guys. |
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| Parents = Cocks |
[Jul. 31st, 2005|02:14 am] |
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| | Stained-It's been awhile | ] |
Last night, as everyone in the tri-state area knows about, a couple parties were busted last night. 72 kids were arrested, and many more were sent home, probably shitfaced. I was at Vince's before the partying began. I left around 10 PM, and went home perfectly sober. Talked to my parents, drank some beer after they went to bed, then passed out. I woke up, and even I got yelled at for the party. I wasn't even there. But i got bitched out for 2 hours tonight, about me being an alcoholic, because my friends drink. Then my mom said she was going to give me a drug test. And now, I am grounded till college. If I want to go anywhere, i have to ask permission, have their parents call mine, call when i get there, call whenever i have to fucking pee, basically everytime i breath i have to call. Its ri-fuckin-diculous that I get in trouble for a party I wasnt even at. Adolf and Stalin have suprised me once again, to be the largest douchebags known to man kind. Then, they yelled at me for drinking and driving. I have not once drink and drove...well..shut up. But that doesnt matter. I've never came into the house stumbling and shit and get into wrecks and shit. But my brothers drink and drive, and my parents know, they take pictures of it. My parents drink and drive. I'm the only one that doesnt, and I'm the only one that gets yelled at for it. It's fuckin crazy man I tell ya. And if my parents think i wont drink cause they yell at me for it all the time, they must be fucking insane. If im gonna get yelled at for drinking, id rather get yelled at for actually drinking, rather than getting yelled at for drinking and not drink. Im going to get yelled at for it and grounded for the shit even if i dont do it, so if i got yelled at for it, and i didnt drink at all, i think id be gettin fucked by that deal. Thats my story and im fuckin stickin to that bitch.
Kevin |
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[Jul. 29th, 2005|04:24 am] |
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| | Seether-Remedy | ] |
Well ladies and gentleman, its been about 2 months since i've updated. I've been some sort of intoxicated every night so far this summer i believe, and i fucking love it. Me and monica broke up, and I think I'm the first person in history to ever be fired from the wave pool. So now, im single, and i make zero dollars an hour. My future in life has never looked more promising. Well, i've been doing jack shit for the past two months. Thats all i gotta say bout that.
HOW I GOT FIRED FROM THE WAVE POOL :
-Punching a kid in the eye
-Excessive screaming / verbal abuse
- Jumping down a slide to injure children
-Suplexing a kid into the pool
-Boxing little kids
-Laughing at dumb kids who slip of the side of the pool
-Concentrating on tits and asses in bikinis, and not drowning victims.
-Sleeping on the stand
-Chasing kids up the slide ramp.
-Throwing a drink at a kid.
-Making 13 kids to push ups / crunches next to my stand for 25 minutes
-Not coming into work a couple times.
-Yelling at semi-managers
-Talking to too many people.
-Having fucking fun
-Saying "Hmm, I bet this storm is going to pass."
-Getting a volleyball out of the pool in a thunderstorm
-Yelling at crazy black lady
-Demolishing my brother's and john pelto's locker
-Making the most saves out of any guard there
-Having sexual relations with the managers wife. (just kidding.)
Well that about sums it up, or i just cant remember how many times ive almost been fired. |
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| Its great to be back. |
[May. 30th, 2005|11:13 pm] |
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| | Alter Bridge - Open Your Eyes | ] |
Well folks..6-0..so here we go.
I got a job at the wave pool.
It sucks. Bad.
I fell asleep for about 20 minutes on duty.
Today was my day off, and i spent it at the wave pool. It was like thirty degrees, and me and otis were like the only people there. And everyone was getting pissed they were like GO HOME ITS FREEZING OUT HERE, I WANNA GO HOME! LEAVE! so when it closed me otis and monica hung out. Thats it. Two days left of school. I just might not go. well im out. later |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 10th, 2005|11:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crushed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Lacuna Coil - Heaven's a Lie | ] |
Well guys, today is a sad day for America. I have deleted every entry, because parents and everyone are looking at my journal, and if it gets in the wrong hands, ill probably end up grounded or in jail. So, post a comment and tell me if i still should update this thing, or just leave it like this. This could be the last of my LJ. It's up to you guys. Payce.
Kevin
Wow, i just found a pretzel in my crotch. Amazing. |
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