Author: Mihow
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Where are you?
Time for a question! It’s simple. I’m mihow. I currently sit at a gray desk in Washington, D.C., U.S.A. To the fine folks who leave comments here regularly and bring me daily fits of joy and laughter, I was thinking it’d be nice to know where it is you write from. So, where? Just a…
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Gross Things We May Have Stepped On
I once had a date with a redheaded boy named Keith (who turned out to be quite boring and rather strange-in that I’m too touchy feely and talk too soft sort of way-but that’s not the point of this story). On our first date, which I thought would consist of sitting on his front porch,…
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A few unrelated thoughts:
1). If some asshole from Trading Spaces ever paints my walls zebra skin, puts fake plants around my bed, or dangles stuffed monkeys from my ceiling, I’ll sue their ass. 2). If you leave a bag of potting soil outside for over a month in the rain with the top open you will prove the…
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A Meeting With Mr. Poop
Apparently, it’s not always good to have long “Away Messages” on AIM. My boy sent me this picture. I’d like to take the time to say I’m sorry, for those of you with my AIM name (which is not michele, btw), who thought all those times I was in a “meeting with mr. poopiepants” (i.e.…
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Three Drunk Coroners
I met three, well-dressed men at a bar one night. They were older, probably mid-fifties. I was still smoking at the time. It was a place where they seat people at long, cafeteria-like tables which means, often times, you’ll end up next to strangers who are part of another party. “Light another one, little lady,…
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Kurt and Heidi
Toby just called, it seems our neighbors have left, headed west. And Kurt was blue. Toby bought a bike from them and I was given another plant to kill. I’m sure, once I return home with my hormones, I’ll see their empty back porch and get weepy. ::raises glass:: To Heidi and Kurt, may they…
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Navy Memorial
This morning I saw a man on the map of the Navy Memorial. Even before I saw the items pinned to his cap, I assumed he was a veteran. I work a stones throw away from the Navy Memorial. I see people stand on the world map, find D.C., draw and imaginary “X” on the…
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The Contents of mihow (Day six)–An Autobiography of Songs
I have two weeks left of 27. It’s January. It’s a Saturday. It’s cold. There’s a car rented in my name. We had discussed doing something different—getting out of town for the weekend. And now the puffy-cheeked, weather people have barked words at us like “blizzard” and “8 or more inches.” But determination often beats…
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The Contents of mihow: An Autobiography of Songs (Day Five)
I’m 6. I’m in our brown, custom-designed van, wall-to-wall carpeting, lights everywhere. I can stand up, proper, without touching the ceiling. I am pleased by this ability until I realize it means I’m smaller than my brother, whose head hits it. It doesn’t matter anymore anyway because ever since battery acid leaked in the van…
