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1/31/2007

Officially hating this place

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 7:37 pm

When this is said and done, I’m founding my own college.

I’m listening to a student council meeting or something, and they want to set up a make out fest for Feb 14th.

The reasons “it’ll freak people out!!!”

Please, no one freaks about two people making out since elementary school.  We did it in Jr High, High School, and beyond.  You want to freak me out, fuck your dog in public.  That would do the trick.

If it wasn’t for electricity, I would get a cabin in the woods about now.



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1/29/2007

Sometimes

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 7:21 pm

Fucking Emo bitchesYou meet people that are really odd, and you just click really well with.

Then you find out they are nearly 10 years your junior, and they’re dating an EMO boy. Then you realize your higher power is fucking with you.

Fucking with you with a dick the size of a galaxy.

I hate it when that happens.

Almost as much as I hate Emo kids.

Yeah I said it, go ahead and cry in your blogs you pussies.

Oh while I’m on the topic, unless you’re English, Irish, Australian, or a European male…… drinking tea makes you gay.

Whatever happened to the good old fashioned, coffee swilling, beer drinking, steak eating, filthy mouthed, mouth punching, violence lovin’, wise crackin’, men that made this country so great?

The Emo kids killed them, and cut off their balls and put them in a mason jar. That’s what.

Fuck Emo!



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1/27/2007

blessed are…..

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 8:41 pm

the forgetful.  For they get the better even of their blunders.



Have you ever gotten the feeling you did something already?

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 1:16 pm

That Deja Vu feeling? Or maybe it’s a form of Karma?

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sick

File under... My Shitty Life — mylo @ 12:06 am

just lemme alone to die. all i wanna do now is watch star wars the original editions, apocalypse now, and sleep.

sleeeeeeeeeeeep



1/13/2007

Boston Marriage?….oh…..OHHHHHH!

File under... My Shitty Life — mylo @ 2:36 pm

AntizeroM (2:21:38 PM): I walked back to my hotel last night after haning out with some friends
AntizeroM (2:21:57 PM): on the bottom of the hotel is a bar, and it was weird
AntizeroM (2:21:58 PM): no women
AntizeroM (2:22:00 PM): at all
AntizeroM (2:22:22 PM): i then realized i haven’t seen a single woman anywhere in the hotel.  Not at the front desk or hanging in the hallways or anything.
AntizeroM (2:22:44 PM): then when I got to my room I noticed there was a single rainbow flag outside my window.  It all then clicked
AntizeroM (2:22:57 PM): I am now quite literally scared for my ass
DAVER1074 (2:27:24 PM): LOL
AntizeroM (2:27:42 PM): thank you
DAVER1074 (2:29:37 PM): thats funny….disturbing, and funny
AntizeroM (2:30:16 PM): yeah, I think a gay bar should be listed in the amenities.  I don’t care but I want a heads up
AntizeroM (2:33:02 PM): it does explain why it’s so cheap though



Adventures in Boston

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 1:29 pm

Well there’s not much to really report. Compared to Ireland when my first communique to home was “I’m drunk, I lost a bar fight, and I got a girl preggers and I’ve only been here for 2 hours”

Oh Angela, I miss you lass. When I came back to Dublin you were gone, I want to do the right thing girl! We can raise the baby in a quiet neighborhood in Brooklyn, I’ll be a good da’ My mutter cries every night thinking about it. Everytime when I hear the rain tapping against the window, and I see the grey buildings streaked outside, I remember the tears wellin’ up in your grey eyes.

Ah, yeah. Wedlock babies. Fucking awesome!

This time in Boston my first anything to the outside was world was…… “It’s nice.”

That’s it really it’s nice. It has a quieter vibe compared to home. I don’t see nearly as many people on the streets. It’s easy to walk from one end to the other, The buildings are old and beautiful, it’s clean.

But that’s it really, it’s nice. If my boss told me to move here for work or something, I wouldn’t be that mad. But I wouldn’t be that excited either. I guess I would be happy if I was coming from a small podunk town upstate or something.

But there are somethings here that are really cool, Mother Goose was iced here, the cute girl ratio is fucking amazing, Kerouac is buried not too far off (and that’s where I’m going tomorrow), Cheers (the TV show) caused a riot here at one point, this is the birthplace of the Dropkick Murphys, Pixies, and oh yeah the whole American Revolution thing.

It’s still not enough to move it from the “it’s nice” to “I never fucking want to leave!”



1/11/2007

A room full of writahs (DAMMIT)

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 12:16 am

I went to the Writers Room today.  It was smaller than I thought, cozy though.  The actual workspace was lit with natural light from the dying sun.  They had tiny desks with lamps, whiteboards, and powerstrips.  They had seperate rooms for the guys who still use typewriters, a little kitchenette, and a room for outgoing local calls.

But it was the quiet, the absolute respectful silence, the palatable kind.  Like I stepped into church, or an abbey.  It was the kind of silence that folds around you, like a warm blanket on a cold winters night.  Perfect, comforting silence.

It’s worth the 800 a year just to nap on their couches.



1/9/2007

A funny thing happend on the way to bean town

File under... My Shitty Life, On Writing — mylo @ 9:01 pm

So I’m packing up happily thinking about all the Red Sox fans I’m going to taunt, about my british friend who I’m going to point out where his people were slaughtered, and all the assholes I’m going to ask “Is it that hard to say car, or are you just retahded?”

Then I get the email,

I have processed your application and wanted to invite you in for a
tour.  I know this is last minute but I was wondering if you were
available tomorrow, Wednesday, at 4:00 p.m.?   Please let me know
either way.

Oh crap it’s The Writers Room! I wasn’t expecting a reply back for months! Clint told me that they already contacted him, but still I didn’t think. Fuck! I’ve been looking to get away for months now. So I was about to ask to reschedule, I mean by 4 pm I was hoping to be halfway across conn.

Then I began thinking, what if this is a test? What if they want to see my dedication by asking me to come at almost the last minute? What if someone else grabs my spot, and there will be no room.

Then I was thinking “well I can always write at the office and home, right?”

Put it this way I’m, still at work, I haven’t even opened up my laptop because I was so distracted by someones pet project. At home, I have to listen to fights in spainish, loud obnoxious salsa (or whatever it is), gun shots, and sirens until 2 am. Then it still goes on, but by then I’m too wiped to even notice.

Then on the weekend the noise starts sometime on friday night, and goes on until 4am monday morning.

I looked at my train ticket, and then I looked at my drafts. I sigh, and start putting everything back in it’s drawers.

Fenway will still be there thursday.



Baaaaaahhhstaaaaan

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 3:34 pm

Well kids, I’m off for a few days.

A friend bet me a $20 that I won’t paint a huge bomber on the side of fenway that says “Lets go Mets!”

Sucker.

Take care and feed the cats.



1/6/2007

While the band’s playin’

File under... Day to Day — mylo @ 6:57 pm

I’m getting a loft.  I don’t care what it takes, I don’t care about anything.  I want me a fucking loft, and I’m gonna get it by cracky!



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