And now I wonder about where...

...that crazy ol' DMX ran off to.

I got my regular car back today, with a cheap-as-free burned rap mix, courtesy of my foreign exchange sister, Astrid.

After listening to the "Ryde or Die" extended remix I had to wonder...what ever happened to DMX? It's not that I'm sad he's gone...it's just...I wish he'd call, y'know?

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind.

-kev em ex

Bonus! The CD eloquently transitions into Eminem rapping about "Stan". Wherever DMX is, I hope occasionally takes Dido out to lunch.

i have not forgotten what i'm really about

here is a picture of a cat in an empty toilet paper package:





Luv you,

- kevmo mo'kev

consistency in movie quality and roles:

Thy name is Brendan Fraser.

Thank you, Brendan Fraser, for being true to thyself and to your fans.

-kevbama (in '08)

Ps. The refrigerator in the office that I work at is name brand, "kelvinator". I believe the slogan under it is "Always cold, never frosty". Fuck yes?

In case you wanted to care...

I'm organizing immigrants in Illinois, outside of Chicago.

This is a weird job, complete with politicians' conspiracies to make sure that brown people don't register to vote, intra-employee romance drama, and bosses assuring us that it's essential to "celebrate" (drink) at 11 pm when we're all dog-tired to maintain our sanity.

I work Tuesday thru Sunday, 10 hour days, so forgive me if I haven't kept in touch at all. It's to the point that I don't play ultimate anymore. I will occasionally sneak a look at Facebook, if that seems like something you want to do.

One thing that has occurred to me as I've worked, is that career community organizers can generally be characterized as funny-looking, awkward-for-any-reason-you-can-think-of people. I fit right in.

I'm moving to Georgia in 20-ish days.

Miss you.

-kayperv