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Archive for February, 2008

A Typical Morning for Myrtle

February 26, 2008

Myrtle is usually one of those people that is always on time, and I hate it when other people are late (and NO, I am not talking about you, Jayson). I understand that shit happens and everyone is late on occasion, but I’m talking about people who are constantly, habitually late.
Myrtle is becoming one of [...]

Myrtle tries to reflect on something from her past

February 23, 2008

The first and last thing I saw when I came and went from my apartment was “909″ on the door in those cheap shitty brass letters.
I thought I had finally gotten away from that number.

Just for you – here’s a love song!

February 19, 2008

So back around Valentines Day, Mr. Canacorn (or what I like to call him – Mr. Candy Corn) wrote a sweet blog about his old lady and “their” songs. If Myrtle didn’t have a black heart, she would have been “touched”.
I dont think I’ve ever had a “song” with a boyfriend (or trick ass ho’). [...]

Eat Fresh! (Obviously I dont mean your mom)

February 12, 2008

So Norco has a Subway.
Myrtle was glad when it opened up. It was close, and it was in the same shopping center as Staters and the loogie laundermat, so it was convenient. But seriously, it’s a fucking joke.

‘Sup!

February 10, 2008

My little brother Jeffrey called me the other day and he was telling me about how he got moved to all regular classes at school, and he was describing his new teachers to me. He’s been obsessed with “what kind of music” people like, and it worries me because I dont want him to end [...]

C is for Cockroaches

February 9, 2008

Years ago in some magazine I published (plus I think it was a blog too) I did an article called “Perverted Sounding Restaurants That Didn’t Pass the Health Inspection”.

I’m sorry, but the 12 yeard old boy in me loves any dirty restaurant with “Ho” in the title.

So once again, I was checking the restaurant ratings [...]

No one puts Myrtle in a corner!

February 7, 2008

I’m fucking sick of being sick. I’d rather be injured, because at least when you’re injured, you get “pills”. Myrtle loves taking said “pills” while watching The Gong Show. But unlike the Isley Brothers, I’m not contagious – it’s just my allergies. So lucky me, I get to rub my nose raw and hock loogies [...]

Pass the Stella – I’m hip now!

February 5, 2008

I think I’m getting sick, but I hope it’s just allergies from the dust of moving shit at work.
So guess what? Myrtle is a SNOB now! Actually, I’ve always had a cultured intellectual side that I’ve always been embarrassed to show, but now it will be shown against my will. If you’re a loyal reader [...]

The two best words ever – “Open Bar”

February 1, 2008

I need to get married ASAP.
Well, not ASAP. By 2010.
Hopefully on 09/09/09. Yes, I’m a 16 year old boy at heart.