Kevin N. Murphy

The Boy Least Likely To; fun band. Title of this post; especially fun song.

Guess what everyone? I found my Passport today!!!! Sweet saved 90 bucks for pukes sake, I mean how great is that? Very very great. The idea of spending another 90 dollars on a passport was just killing me. Do you know what I could waste 90 bucks on? Sheesh. That’s at least a tool or something, or new shoes. Yea, or tennis gear. So many things. Certainly all of them more justifiable than a passport. Good gravy I’m glad to have found that sucka. Thanks to Mom’s never ending knowledge of what is in random bins in the garage. At least someone pays attention to that. Can you believe an entire rubber maid bin full of junk, and a passport? What are the chances one valuable item out of a hundred pieces of junk. Packing in haste leaves much more than thoughts muddled. But hey, deadlines are deadlines.

Asking opinions, what an interesting endeavor. With what shocking results.

So I have to admit I got mildly burnt out this past weekend. I’ve only got so much energy, and I was stretched thin. Sleep helps though.

Still can’t believe I found my passport, that’s just too good to be true.

Some people may wonder why I am so excited about my passport. It’s because I’m moving to Costa Rica. So yea, I kinda need one for that.

Nice to see the ole’ Elbow lately. Good kid, gotta lot going on upstairs.

Perhaps a few of you remember my narrative about washing windows and cutting my finger and then bleeding all over myself and going to Wal-Mart? Well I was washing windows last night and again managed to slice my finger in the same slightly painful mostly bloody way. It’s amazing that a slice like that can cover your entire finger in blood. I mean cover. And repeatedly, every time I’d look down I’d be gushing blood. Crazy. I’m a bleeder. I’d better be careful with my sweet knife I found today. So I guess there were two items of value in the rubber maid bin. Using big hunting knives for letter openers is great. I just love it. As long as I don’t bleed.

With high beams shining on my back
A wingspan unbelievable
I’m a festival, I’m a parade …

…All safe and sound, I won’t let the psychos around