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11/27/2006

Just because

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 9:13 pm

I’m feeling nostalgic for the mid 90s

I present

I know it’s awesome.  How many of you wanted an icecream truck after you saw this?  DON’T LIE!  That’s better.

For the last time, the chick in the dress is a guy!



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11/26/2006

Ten Years, that’s it? We’ll wait for twenty!

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 2:14 am

I’m kinda fucked right now, forgive me.

So I went, I had a good time and the people who arranged it did a good job.  (Special props to TC)

There wasn’t many people that I hung out with around, there was a few and it was nice catching up.  Some of us got real fucked up, I couldn’t help but feel horrible for some of them.  For all the rough times, I walked away horribly singed but I kept going.

Some became fodder for Jerry Springer, some ended up dead.  Last week, one girl I knew ended up getting blown away with a shotgun.  Her little girl ended up going to the neighbors house to tell them her mommy was killed.  The husband that pulled the trigger is in the hospital now after he tried to kill himself after.

I remembered that girl with her man back then.  She was so happy.  She would walk the hallways with him, hands in each other’s ass pockets.  I remembered hearing marriage talk between the two.

It’s amazing how sometimes what we want is our undoing.



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11/23/2006

Home Again Jiggity Jig

File under... Holiday/days — mylo @ 8:18 pm

So my dad now loves firearms, and is planning to murder woodland creatures.

The kitchen is ripped up into pieces.

My brother is now discussing his sexual exploits with his wife (in front of mom)

They’re all convinced I’m an alcoholic.

I’m debating on bringing heroquest back to NYC to see if I can get anyone to play with me.

I received a txt from Iceland, an email from the downunder.

I have Deadbeat Holiday from Green Day in my head.

Happy Thanksgiving all!



11/22/2006

The Long Road Home

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 8:12 pm

It’s been ten years.

Ten whole fucking years. It’s been full of squalor, full of joy.  Lots of sadness, and some achievement.

Ten years, and I would actually sort of like some of it back again.  But I can’t call do-over.

The reunion is finally here, and although people tell me that I should be proud of what’s been accomplished.  I can’t help but feel kind of weird about it.

Ten years, that’s an epic poem, and I’m amazed how easily it can be reduced to “I’m alright, you?”

Damn, in two days I’m going to be asked to cough some lung up for people that don’t know who I am anymore.  The whole concept is still foreign.

Why do we consider high school a pivitol time in our lives?  How come I can so easily recall my prom date, but I have problems remembering what I had for dinner last night?

Can these rubes give me that insight?



11/19/2006

No one calls Han Solo a dirt bag

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 9:55 pm
We’re going.  All of us.  No arguments.


Now I’m over it

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 2:43 am

I was writing, and really trying to just concentrate and get the fucking clown out of my head.

Words like weak, boring, and talentless kept ringing out for each sentence I wrote.  So I finally said ENOUGH, and googled her email address.  I didn’t find much, but I found her blog.

At last post she’s going to be working for Andersen Cooper, it didn’t help.  Then I found out that she’s only interning, I started to feel slightly better.  Then I found out she was 29 and interning, then I felt a lot better (isn’t it time you got a real job patches?).

yep interesting isn't itThen as I read on, I found her to be very fucking arrogant.  Her writing style wasn’t so hot either.  Actually it’s also quite boring.  It’s like watching paint dry kind of boring.

How boring?  She wrote about snails and Barry fucking Manilow.

I’m not kidding.

Oh she’s also a vegitarian.  So was Hitler.  In fact there are only two good vegitarians in the world (and I’m still not entirely sure)  M., and Irania, and when Irania left for her new job I turned her old desk to a veal pen that would make her a carnivore by proxy.
So now I feel lots better.  I deleted all traces of that fucking email, and I’ll drink to get rid of the memories.



11/18/2006

Last thing on the Clown

File under... My Shitty Life, On Writing — mylo @ 4:58 pm

Yeah it’s still bugging me.

But the few things I learned from this is that

  1. It’ll be really funny with enough distance, and if I ever publish.
  2. People don’t believe me
  3. If they do believe me they think I’m calling the said person a clown, instead of the person literally being a clown.
  4. When I explain, that it really was a clown they really think it’s funny
  5. My pain and internal struggles are funny to the outside world.

You may have won this battle patches, but you haven’t won the war.



11/17/2006

BURN!

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 2:23 am

hOTLANTA says: (1:30:40 AM)
why was your day so bad
RadiofreeNYC says: (1:30:51 AM)
a clown told me i’ll never be a writer
RadiofreeNYC says: (1:31:21 AM)
she sent me a 15 page document documenting why, and a 20 minute tirade in class
RadiofreeNYC says: (1:31:30 AM)
as an FYI, I hate clowns
RadiofreeNYC says: (1:31:53 AM)
what happend with you?
hOTLANTA says: (1:32:15 AM)
im getting evicted



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