Mel

Hey, everybody! I’m in Boston… for like seven hours.

I purposely didn’t get a lot of sleep the last two nights in hope that I would be able to sleep a bit on my overnight flight. Unfortunately, the early morning flight from Cleve to Boston is barely over an hour. Anyways, I’m tired, I’m sober and now I have to wait until noon for the international ticket gates to open… without any booze. Oooh, Sam Adams guy just passed. Apparently...

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First Day Antics and Anxiety

Remember the first week of spring semester? You know, where I sat in the wrong classroom for 15 minutes until realizing I was not in organizational communication? First days, for me and for whatever reason, can never go off without a hitch… or a major fuck-up on my part. After sketching my schedule on my work calendar, requesting to be released an hour early a couple days a week, I finally start...

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We’ll just categorize this as “More Stupid Things Mel Could Do on Campus”

My classes went pretty smoothly. I already skipped one upon discovering there was an “online version” only to get online to register and find it’s full. First big M-Fing yeah. Sorry, teach and see you Thursday, I guess. Dammit. The good thing is when I left, there was still signs of daylight and it didn’t bother me too much knowing I have to walk practically eighteen blocks and up...

Mel

School days, school days, breakin’ all the rules days… that’s how it goes, right?

While my head wants to remain firmly planted up my ass and tries to dispel the vision of  (still, un-purchased) textbooks, reality has once again caught up. School is back-in-session today and my fall schedule is certainly not for the happy hour regular! I surely antagonize with the white-winged creature to my left shoulder, where with “summer break” is truly not at an end until my return from...

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PRG stands for “Pretty Rad & Great” right?

Never mind those nasty rumors you may have heard about one certain Clevelander named Mel traipsing through the streets of downtown Boston on a jolly holiday. The final airline code of the day is PRG — translation: Prague. Booked, confirmed (only after minor “Fraud Alert” complications with my bank).  BTW, the following was the BEST part of the email from my friend about visiting the...

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East side vs. West side

While you were being bitten by a cat named Curtis, I was enjoying what’s left of this sad, sad summer. Nowhere to really go Friday night, other than stay in and enjoy my Netflix selection o’ the week (“Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou” — yes, only the 18th time I’ve seen it), seeing as how I was still too exhausted by my HOB antics of Thursday night… and I had to...

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Knock, knock. Who’s There? Jehovahs… I forgot the punchline.

Today, I’m going to blab about a few things from  my mailbox. First, to Victoria’s Secret. Thank you for all the fantastic sales catalogs you bombard me with on a weekly basis. No thanks to the HUGE tittied women in FULL COVERAGE brasiers on your latest edition. When you start making bra sizes for women with small boobies, then we’ll talk. Ooh, now  I have to rant about my most recent...

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Why don’t you do it, like some other men do?

While you were still in your closet trying to figure out what wedges match perfectly to your undergarments, I was once again out-and-about finding some newbies to corrupt. The powerhouse restaurant has re-emerged for only, like, the eighth-millionith time since TGIFriday’s shut its doors, to a new outdoor hotspot, Cyrus. While no particular fan in Shooters or the crowd, but loving warm summer...