Hey Everyone, it's Derek's Birthday! Happy birthday, you lovable bastard! Have a happy one on Randy.

Well, even though he never checks LJ, I'd just like congratulate Mr. Peterson for living another year (despite my best efforts....) Well Done! Have a happy one on me. And by on me, I don't mean that I'll be paying for anything to make you happy, nor do I mean that you may get on me and be happy. It's just a figure of speech for crying out loud ( Read more... )

It's your freaking B-Day Man! Have a happy one!

Oh Man LJ, do I have some things to tell you. So many things, that I really don't think I'll get to all of them. Oh well. I'll try to hit the important parts though ( Read more... )

SO, all my so-called friends. Here I am. At college. I've been here for a 2 days. And guess what. None of you have sent me an email telling me how much you miss me/think I rock/want me to come home. None of you have left me a myspace comment. None of you have called my cellphone (crup, that doesn't count. I called Molly's cell and you took ( Read more... )

I have exactly 4 weeks from today left in Marshalltown. 28 days. A February (a non-leap year one). So, enjoy every minute of it y'all.

So, I'm gonna be gone for the next week, helping people. I know you're all really gonna miss me, so please, use this space to tell me all those burning things that cant wait till I get back. In reality, they'll still be waiting right here on the internet till I read it on Friday or Saturday, but hey, maybe it'll make you feel better. Love ya all ( Read more... )

I'm about to go to bed, but before I go visit dream world, I figured I should tell you LJ people about the dream I had last night, especially considering that one of you was in it ( Read more... )

Yes yes, that's right. Me. Mr. Kevin Ray Charles the Good Grady. Mr. Sit-Home-And-Do-Nothing-Or-Possibly-Go-To-Work-If-I'm-Schedualed-That-Is (That took far longer to type than anticipated) did something great today. Well, out of the ordinary anyway. Well, out of the ordinary for me. Stop judging me and let me tell the damn story, okay ( Read more... )

SO, I took a quiz called "What kind of Rocker Are You" And I got Emo Rocker. And I said to myself "While that may be true, it is not bad ass enough for you Mr. Kevin Grady" So I changed some of my answers. And got Chick Rocker. Guy Groupies were mentioned, as well as my keen ability to get them. And now I have to deal with the fact that I suck ( Read more... )