Where is McGyver when you need him

My brother and I were big McGyver fans back in the day. Watched it all the time. Not only is Richard Dean Anderson HOT, but anyone who can make a bomb out of a stick of gum, is alright in my book.

I got the first season DVD for Christmas.

Word to the wise, don't watch McGyver before going to bed. I drempt that I was in possession of a blue rubber ducky that held spy information, and that people were trying to get it away from me. That, and I kissed Donald Trump. O.k. Maybe it was a nightmare...

Fuck you LIVEJOURNAL

Dear Livejournal and Earthlink:

You cheap ass motherfuckers. First of all Earthlink: I pay good money every month to have cable modem. You still run slower than dog shit freezing in the snow, and secondly, you always boot my gay ass off the intenet. Mother fuck!

And livejournal, you piece of shit. I try to post in my blog, and you say that it is to large. Fuck large. Fuck you! It was about a paragraph, that I had to save to my microsoft word profile, so in case the fucking goat gets hungry, you won't eat the SOB. Large my ass. I'll show you large!

Thank you and have a wonderful day,

Kevin

The sun will continue to rise

There are 6,580,089,537 people on planet earth.

I felt utterly alone last night. That was untill I had a phone conversation with a friend, and we learned we had something both in common: We hate December.
I probably won't write much about my holiday weekend. Porkchop was cute, and I'll post photos, and yes I did recieve some nice gifts. It was more about spending time with my family, than anything which in some aspects I enjoyed, and some I didn't.

It never failed though. I got my Birthday Presents with my Christmas gifts, and my brother and I recieved the SAME things for our birthdays. The EXACT same thing: T-shirts and socks from mom and dad, and a sweater from my sister, and I can't remember what I got from my brother or from my aunt-to be completely honest. I also got a new stethescope which I knew I was getting from mom and dad, but the socks and t-shirt were a little disapointment.

And its a double standard that I carry. I covet my birthday like gold, frankensense and mir. Its the one day out of the year I can completely call my day. And yet the sacred of the moment has been damanged. Kara saw to it, a few years ago. The remnants I still hold deep in my heart.
And I'll continue to lie about my age. For in reality, its just a number. Its just a season. Its just a time.

And I learned something very important over the course of the year. No matter what situation I get into, what predictiment, what fight, what argument, what stressfull situation, that The SUN, That burning star in the distance, will continue to SHINE, If not tomarrow, the next day, and if not, the day after. But it WILL continue to rise. It will continue to burn, it will continue to shine.