Dear Myth Diary

[guest]

You should sign these with a cross.

[grim]

Dear Diary

This morning I discovered some more scribblings from Homer in my diary. I am now more certain than ever that we are in fact using the same diary. How did this happen?

I also noticed some guy named guest leaving something in my diary. This is not a guestbook!

- grim

[par73]

Dear Diary,

The Season 4 finale of Breaking Bad was great! It was even worth staying up till 5:16 AM to watch it. The episode was called "Face Off", and while the antagonist and protagonist face off, one of them actually gets their face blown off. Tio also gets his revenge, that tricky bastard.

Diary I noticed grim got a boner once he got responses from the future mwc12 champions after posting a thread concerning his pre-excuses of defeat. I can tell it was him with the boner, because there is still pre-ejaculation residue on the pages of my diary, diary. Why does grim not like us diary? We really only wanted to converse with him and meet him in the finals, but I guess he wants to be bent over by adrenaline once again. Oh well, until next time diary.

- Paris

[grim]

Dear Diary

It seems like this Paris guy is trying to rustle my jimmies. Is he in cahoots with Cruniac? How is he writing in MY diary? Do I need to stop leaving it in public forums like this?

- grim

[switch]

This is the gayest thread. ever.

[milkman]

Dear Miff Diary

Got called a nıgger by Cruniac on mnet today and got really riled up. Guess he successfully trolled me, even brought in a dummy account with "milkman = nigger." I suppose this is what I get for lying about being black. So who is trolling whom, diary?! Still, its the god damn principle of the matter... sometimes when I read the racist shıt on mnet and the right wing spam on mwc forums I really get to thinking that gulags for reactionaries wasn't such a bad idea. At least I got to call people crackaz and Paris a Mayonnaise Frappucino.

Only you will ever know my darkest secrets, diary, I love you.

Sincerely,
Chocolate Milk

P.S. Had the two chicks I been hookin up with over last night and they were both on their period, wtf? One of them told me that I "wasn't very european" because I wasn't down with it. I told her she was une pute d'une chienne américaine and she said that sounded romantic. God I hate the smell of menstrual blood, ugh, how will I ever earn my redwings, diary? In Iroquois society they coulda been charged with attempted murder...

[bone]

what? period sex is the greatest. none of the risk, most of the reward!

[homer]

What's period sex?

[pogue]

yolo

[par73]

Dear Diary,


I lost my job at the factory and that's disastrous
They said it's due to regulation and higher taxes
They ain't give me no notice, they knocked me off my axis
I can't pay the electric bill, it's total blackness
I suggested some incentives for innovation
But that was met with resistance like it's a sin of Satan
I'm losing my patience over here, I'm sick of waiting
And I ain't never expect to be in this situation
And the manufacturing jobs are fading fast
Can't do nothing else, I should've stayed in class
I have to wait till summertime to cut the blades of grass
I have this little bit of money, have to make it last
I have children to feed, I have a loving wife
I had a hard time coming that was nothing nice
I keep asking myself what am I doing wrong
And they just look at me and tell me keep it movin' on

It was like '91, '92
I remember people telling us that ain't nobody signing you
There's no Italians or Puerto Ricans that's shining through
Y'all should just go back and just do what y'all was designed to do
We ain't listened to none of that, we hard-headed
We took it back to the lab and then the god set it
We smoked els, drank liquor and we got wetted
And everything we did back then was barbaric
Around '94 had some labels take notice
They said that Stoupe was the illest but that I ain't focused
The label execs needed to be explained dopeness
And that's around the time I thought that it became hopeless
We was still in the street, D was moving strong
I was failing out of school, it wasn't cool with moms
I was asking myself, " What was we doing wrong? "
And why the industry keep saying to keep it movin' on

I signed up cause they promised me some college money
I ain't the smartest motherfucker but I'm not a dummy
They told me I would be stationed in places hot and sunny
I had a lot of pride, motherfuckers got it from me
These people over here innocent, they never harmed me
My sergeant tried to convince me that they would try to bomb me
I feel like an outsider stuck inside this army
Everybody brainwashed, American zombies
I ain't realised how much it set me back
Until I lost my leg and then they sent me back
I don't have anything now I'm left with scraps
From a government who created AIDS, invented crack
People told me not to join, I tried to prove em wrong
Now I'm homeless and I'm cold without no food is worm
I keep asking myself, "What did I do that's wrong? "
And the government telling me keep it movin' on,


Keep movin' on, Diary
But I don't know where to go
Nowhere to go, Diary
Keep movin' on

- Paris

[vihaan]

god damn thats a lot of time spent

[milkman]

Dear Miff Diary,

What's with Paris transcribing a bunch of Vinnie Paz lyrics in my diary? And he signed it with his own name, could he be biting any harder? What a wigga, diary, but that's beside the point. Because I had another great day today, diary, let me tell you about it.

Got on to play my favorite game, myth, yesterday morning and instead of hosting the biggest douchebags in the game, crun (kirk?) and pogue were chatting up a storm, with crun shitting out his mouth and pogue sniveling and wallowing in the fetid pool typing "LOL" as usual. And crun was racist again, gasp! He explained that East Cleveland and Africa are full of rape and murder because they have black people, and that the US has lost its sense of respect, which should be remedied by putting all criminals to death. Not having any ganja to mellow me out this particular morning I proceeded to crush his feeble thoughts in my iron vice of logic and historical contextualization. Then I went on an anarcho-individualist tirade that had the myth-masses with tears of revolutionary joy streaming down their faces, ready to TRO KIK the lurid spectacle that binds us to the banal madness of our civilization. Somehow over the course of all this crun proudly related a story about how some drunk kid sucker punched him for no reason (I'm sure his pimply, fascist face is reason enough) and his parents sued the kid for 28k, causing the entire family to loose their house. While obviously fabricated, flimsily I might add, like every wavering pillar in this man's fragile nerd-ego, the story made him look like such a little bitch-snitch that even his own lowly sycophants seem to distance themselves from him. I'd already consumed a bottle of wine and some beers at this point so I took a nap.

After, I logged in for a few more games of my favorite game, myth. Crun was on still, most likely mercilessly weighing down his cushy chair in some heinous midwestern exurb, eyes glazed as multiple copies of myth and diablo 3 churn away on his three screens. And, wow, he was being even racister than before, gasp! He explained to me, in all caps, which I will spare you my dear, dear diary, that my "nigger cock likes white pussy better than nigger," or simply spammed "milkmansucksnigercock.com," and so on, all to a chorus of "LOL" from his dummy accounts. I chuckled, finished one last game of DMF koth, then showered and shaved my hansom face. Went out to a bar to meet up with my girl, Hannah, and our girlfriend. They bought me some shots of tequila and I whooped some ass at foosball until I finally found a worthy competitor. We played three rounds, Italy vs Spain, and his *cruisering* spanish side beat me each time in heated, close, matches; not a good omen, diary! By this time I was a bit drunk and I demanded he play a fourth game, TSS vs MYTEAM!!! He looked confused and nervous and declined.

Then we headeed to a club in Fremont which was playing some heady moombahton but the next DJ decided to go with some horrible brostep and, lo and behold, the club began to swell with the vermin known as bros and broettes. Me and this fireman guy who was following my second girl, Angela, around thinking he was going to get some (poor guy) sat on a stool outside the club for a while pretending to be bouncers, checking IDs and collecting a cover (we returned the money to the chumps, don't trip, diary). This got boring fast, so we all headed back to Angela's apartment. Fireman dude (I forget his name) was drunk and sat around showing us fireman drills on youtube, not getting the hint, even though Angela's hand was already way up Hannah's skirt. Pimpin is easy, diary, but it sure can be awkward sometimes. Finally Angela took matters into her own hands, sauntered up and nibbled me on the neck: explosive prognostications of women intertwined like fleshy serpents, comets slamming into planets and stars, nuclear missiles diving into the fertile earth, sent electric tingles down my spine. Kid finally asked if we wanted him to leave and I told him that maybe that was for the best.

Woke up today and drove home and I still don't have any molta to make me not give a fück diary, so might as well write to you at length. My shoulder hearts from sleeping with two girls and a dog in a doublebed, hope this injury does not effect my play vs myteam. Tirri has strats apparently, scary, I knew we shoulda had strats gdi. But I think with the power and creativity of Balotelli and Casano up front, and the godliness of Buffon in goal, that we do have an underdog's shot at this. We'll see!

Love ya myth diary, you're the best!
Chocolate Milk

[par73]

Dear Diary,

A few days ago we started calling Milkman "Chocolate", "Dark" and other words. We had no idea he'd stick with the idea. I think he wants to be black.

Crazy diary,
Paris

[pogue]

Milkman has the same skin problem as Michael Jackson, thats why he's a cracker hating black man, but also has the whitest icon ever. Problem solved.