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Kevin Cook | 30 | Bi-Sexual | Marketing | Product of abuse |Asshole You're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece.

[ma-morrison]

Who said I was?!

[kev-cook-blog]

Did I say someone said that?

[ma-morrison]

You could have gone with that right from the start…

[kev-cook-blog]

Does it matter?

[matt-delancy]

That sounds like a nice plan! Nothing better than a couple of drinks to get the weekend going nicely!

[kev-cook-blog]

Precisely.

[mini-stratford]

As of lately, just ridiculously boring; with no prospect of changing. Yours?

[kev-cook-blog]

Mine isn’t boring, not when I have all of these animals of people to watch around me.  It’s like being in a zoo, except they’re more stupid...

[ma-morrison]

Then, why did you say yourself if you don’t think you wouldn’t be wasting your time?!

[kev-cook-blog]

Because you asked.  I wouldn’t rather be wasting my time on anyone.

[ma-morrison]

Work is probably the only thing that is actually going well…

[kev-cook-blog]

Oh boohoo, Marina.  Don’t try to dim my shine.

[matt-delancy]

I honestly can’t complain about it. It’s Friday, everything’s in track, so, I guess it’s all great! How are things going for you?

[kev-cook-blog]

They’re good, actually.  I’m probably going out for a few beers tonight.  

[kev-cook-blog]

So, how’s work going?

[anawasilevski]

[keep-calm-and-love-gays-deactiv]

[masonmarketingrpg]

Glad I ain’t the only guy around here that cant take to this life style people like to live. [he waved down another couple of beers for the pair.] Well you are doing better than me. [he chuckled] A few guys at the gym and a handful of people in the office is about all I tolerate. [he stubbed out the remainder of the cigarette and blew the last of the smoke from his lungs] So where did you escape from? I’am guessing you’re not a Miami man. 

[kev-cook-blog]

North Carolina, originally. I moved here a month ago... to get away from it all. [Kevin said, taking another long drink.  He was glad to be able to talk to someone like this.]  There was a guy I was seeing here, at first.  It didn’t work out.  Then I found this job and here I am. 

[erin-ellingson]

Then, well, that makes two of us!

[kev-cook-blog]

Lovely!

[ma-morrison]

Oh, so, who would you rather be wasting your time with?!

[kev-cook-blog]

Myself...  Except it wouldn’t be a waste.

[masonmarketingrpg]

[he blew the smoke from his lungs and lifted his beer and washed back the taste of the cigarette.] Would be something to read in the papers. [he chuckled] As for the rest I don’t really give a shit. [he replied simply and took another draw.] The work is steady, keeps you busy and away from the usual drama that comes with Poise. I’m glad we can avoid it all on the first floor, most of the people here drive me nuts with their melodramas. [he commented.] Generally they leave you alone in marketing. I like it that way.

[kev-cook-blog]

The people here drive me nuts with their personalities.  They’re all the same.  You can tell just by listening to them for a few seconds.  It’s awful. [he said, taking a long drink from his beer and following it up with the cigarette]  I’ve met... two people that I can stand.  Maybe three...  and that isn’t very many because I have met more people than I would care to.  I don’t know how I’m going to survive here, but the work keeps me busy and that helps.  

[morgansterling-btc-blog]

Welcome to Poise Kevin. So what exactly do you do here? 

[kev-cook-blog]

Marketing...  It’s like flirting, except I get paid and sort of enjoy it.

[ma-morrison]

Have you really not figured out I couldn’t care less about the idea of exciting you?

[kev-cook-blog]

Then please stop wasting my time trying to speak to me.

[erin-ellingson]

I have no idea who he is, so, whatever it is that you’re saying, I’m gonna take it as a compliment.

[kev-cook-blog]

Definitely not a compliment, but I don’t care.