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I’m calling the blog aspect of kyle.tv to a halt. I’m gonna reformat my site to be an actual “TV” and just focus on making videos. That’s where my heart is… so that’s what I’ll stick with. Thanks to all for sticking with me while you did (and special BIG thanks to my contributors… Adam, [...]

When I was little, I couldn’t for the life of me understand why they didn’t sell Wonder Woman Underoos for boys. I mean, Wonder Woman was my favorite. If there was any Super Hero I’d want to be it would be her. So I clearly remember asking mom, “why can’t you buy Wonder Woman for me?”

Mom told me that they didn’t make it for boys. She was sweet about it at least. My sister got them but I didn’t. I got Superman. I was adequately content with my #2 choice… but I sincerely did not understand.

I have faith in fortune cookies. I know they’re just random messages picked by random people after ordering Chinese food but I’m sorta convinced that the fortune I pick is “meant” for me. I invite the serendipitious wisdom into my life! Unless, of course, it doesn’t apply and them I’m like, “stupid cookie!”

Tonight I ordered some Chinese food and picked up the first cookie I looked at (there were two in the bag). I instantly connected with it, as I do with every fortune cookie I see first. This was my cookie.

Upon opening it, I was met with a surprise. There were 5 fortunes in there! Nice! So this is what’s in store for me….

My friends all went to the NOH8 Campaign Open Photo Shoot at the W Midtown today. They got there, got their tattoos, and were told it was going to be a 6 hour wait. I joked with them, telling them that for $20 I’d take their pictures at my house. Instant Facebook delivery guaranteed!

Twenty minutes later, they showed up at my door.

So it’s been a minute since I’ve had time to post. Running for mayor was no joke. But I’ve done it, Election Day is behind me, and I’m looking forward to what happens from here. As many of you know, I got into the mayoral race to have IMPACT. Whether that meant I won or [...]

So I was cleaning out my closet the other day and I came across an old suitcase.  I went to throw it out but checked the side pocket before I did. I found two things. One, was a handful of teeny-bopper magazines. They were called “Big Bopper,” “Tutti Frutti,” and “16.” I think I had [...]

Last night I got this from Oria: And this from Mark: What are they trying to say?????