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Name: Keeron
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Birthday: 5/6/1985
Gender: Male
Expertise: Sleeping, dodging work, and avoid traffic police
Occupation: Sales
Industry: Retail
Message: message me
AIM:  keeronkb
Member Since:
9/16/2002
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| Poor hobbit. Did no one really tell him? My sojourn in Germany was quite short I fear, my friend =/. So we've made it to the sunny, sunny desert. Lots of sand here. I mean, lots. Everywhere. Sand in your sleeping bag. Sand in your keyboard. Sand in the crack of your arse. Oh, and we saw a scorpion, which is pretty cool. Still holding out for the camel spider. My main complaint is internet really, though. Where we're going it's in the rooms, which'll be sweet. But now it's all confined to one little goddamned internet cafe. Still, however, things could be a helluva lot worse. In all honesty, it's been a sigh of relief. Kuwait is reknown for being the single worst part on most POG's tours, and it really hasn't been all that bad. Being in the mass tent with 40 other people sucks, but it's not even a month, so what of it? I did that in basic/ait for nearly 1/2 a year. The no alcohol is harsh, but in all honesty, I was reaching a point where I needed a break anyways- this may have actually done me (or at least my stomach) quite the favor by mandating it. The work hours are really even easier than usual (although that will change in Iraq). So, all things considered, life actually isn't going all that bad. Anyhow, I'll post later with updates- probably when we hit North. Everyone drink a shot for me, mkay? Sand, Gumby | | |
| Been a hot minute since I updated this thing, hasn't it? We've made it to Bangor, Maine- next stop is Germany, but that's a military airbase that won't have wifi. So this is it for 3 weeks. Love you kids, and I'll see everyone in ~6 months. - Gumby / Spike / Matt | | |
| Salutations to any interested.
Just a quick note from the dead to say I'm alive and well, I hope everyone else is the same. Sorry for flaking out in the middle of the night like I did, but it was necessary for a dozen reasons that I don't care to get into right now.
I'm doing quite well. For reasons I'll talk about face-to-face with people later, I'm staying low profile at the moment, but I plan on coming back for a quick visit sometime this summer when I have some vacation built up.
Peace and love~
Spike | | |
| "The hardest fight isn't the one at
the end, that you've been preparing for the whole time. The hardest
fight is the one in the middle, with the sad music, that you can never
be quite proud of."
I should really take this opportunity to make one of the pompous speeches I've historically been so fond of. I actually wrote halfway through one. But somehow it just seemed sacrilegious, in some fashion. So we'll keep things short and sweet.
a) College did not sit/go well with me
b) I have finally had it with dealing with members of my immediate
family, at least in the sense of drawing any sort of support, financial
or emotional.
c) I am flat broke and in more debt than I have ever been.
d) I have been stressed to the point that I haven't enjoyed but maybe
one or two moments of life since work went to hell (also the same time
period parents split and everyone moved away).
Given quantities a,b, c and d; I decided that things would/could/should
not stand as they were and began reviewing a number of options- not the
least of which was the FFL (I later decided life was too short to spend 7% [5/75] of it being treated like shit in a military). After several months of consideration, I have elected to take a (comparatively) high paying job and get the hell out of this state/region. "Get the hell out" is actually too mild a phrase. Egress or succor might be better.
I made an effort to be around everyone these past two weeks, and pretty
well succeeded (unless you repeatedly didn't answer you phone and/or
didn't call back). But I am going Away
for an as yet undetermined amount of time. After a while, when I've
established myself where I'm going, I'll start giving people a ring. So
if you get a strange new area code on your phone in a few months and
don't feel like talking to me, you probably shouldn't answer. Fair
warning.
Oh, and if you're reading this, and don't have my double-super-secret
xanga password to look at all my "private" entries, then my phone has
been shut off. I threw it into the lake to see how many times I could make it skip. Where I'm going is T-Mobile country- like God intended. I wrote this well before the event, but I know it felt GOOD.
If your name is Doug or Adam and I have you video games (or owe you
money), be not afraid, sons of man. They will be in the mail very
shortly.
Peace out,
Matt/Gumby/Spike/Keeron
"What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies..."
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Johnny was a chemist's son,
But Johnny is no more.
What Johnny thought was H20
was H2SO4.
http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/science/7d73/
Yeah, that's going to be mine soon.
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