tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54543802011-08-19T22:02:01.424-06:00love me to death.Matt: ('mat) n. -- 28 year old Daddy, kickass dude, professional adventurer, and Saggitarian. Loves: Beauty, his boys, tunes, sports, his family and his buddies. Hates: Brussell sprouts, tuition, and Americans. Fears: Sock puppets and the world. Both our actions in it, and what the results from them will be.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.comBlogger2551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-59626056976880486322011-08-06T17:49:00.002-06:002011-08-06T18:17:40.495-06:00Pain is the cleanser.I've written a half a dozen posts (or the material for them) and not posted them. Times have changed since I used to write how baked I was was at work, huh? Lord knows there's enough nonsense about me on the internet besides here anyways. Writing has always been a catharsis for me, and I'll continue to do it whether or not it ends up here. Everytime I think nobody reads this Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-9888802971631664442011-07-09T21:11:00.003-06:002011-07-10T17:24:02.556-06:00"Step back to my lair, strip down to your underwear."Since moving back with my Mom, I've been sharing my room with the boys when thye're over. Starting this evening I'm making my camp in the basement in the former TV room, lots of space and an attached bathroom. Pretty jazzed for the upgrade, increased privacy, and better organizational capabilities. All that's left to do now is to covince naive Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-5554471647172390452011-05-29T22:49:00.002-06:002011-05-29T23:09:23.488-06:00For the "Seemed like a good idea at the time" file:I was a good Dad all week so ended up wearing rugby shorts to a bar (For ease of dancing, obv.) under the influence of at least 3 different mind slurrying chemicals, resulting in me getting kicked out for licking a doorman. In what I'm going to mostly blame on the lack of pocket space (though there were definitely other factors) I lost my cell Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-56802913971331006442011-05-26T18:37:00.002-06:002011-05-26T18:47:37.229-06:00Those not attending the Lavers-Cahill wedding (though I'm genuinely sure it'll be lovely) are welcome to accompany me and Mr. Beaton tear the ass out of Montreal and Osheaga-size your summer. New ride, awesome city, and a collection that'd likely be the envy of Raoul Duke. Jus' sayin's all.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-228478548990537342011-05-25T05:09:00.003-06:002011-05-25T05:47:07.877-06:00I'm not a patient man. I pout when I don't get what I want, I sulk. I'm all about instant gratification, up size my fries, now, now, now. Obviously that's something I need to work on. People crave, objects, relationships, money, stature, I'm no different. Buddhists say the origin of suffering is craving for things that we think will give us pleasure. And boy, are they onto something.There's a lotMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-61186081762720281292008-11-18T20:06:00.001-07:002008-11-18T20:46:56.107-07:00It's likely few if any people will read this, and that's proably a good thing. It's pretty common for me to come here when I'm pissed off. It's a good spot to rant when no one is around to listen, so here goes:I am sick of being penalized for having goals and wanting a better life.Lately, I've been feeling increasingly distant from a lot of my friends. My life has changed a lot in the last year, Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-56586899920106558202008-05-30T19:44:00.001-06:002008-05-30T20:24:13.778-06:00Oh me. So after slacking off as long as possible, I was due to get a job. Things are getting super tight money-wise, and at just the right time my old boss sent me a facebook message asking if I could help out on weekends. For those of you who don't know, I was previously employed at a hemp shop. They have since moved and gotten into adult supplies as well, which makes for a nice mix in clienteleMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-11450616875057483202008-05-25T22:19:00.002-06:002008-05-25T23:32:10.528-06:00Well, so today was our baby shower for Baby Jude. I really didn't know what to expect due to my lack of experience with said events.It was really weird for me in that I was the only person who knew everyone there, so I had a certain duty to say hello to everyone, converse with everyone, and thank everyone. This is a tricky job to do without feeling like you've slighted a person or group of peopleMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-48155629916202634252008-05-06T02:10:00.000-06:002008-05-06T03:07:35.180-06:00Ah, the joys of parenthood. It's currently 5:10 am and I'm unable to sleep. Not to say it's because of the boy, as he is soundly tucked in to the basinette next to me. No, this is just run of the mill insomnia. It's not even insomnia, I just prefer to be up at night. I'm debating whether to go to sleep (as I have been lately at this time) or just to tough it out and try to reset my sleep scheduleMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-37818341840368175462008-03-06T19:21:00.000-07:002008-03-06T20:03:36.976-07:00Six to eight hours a day stuck in a vehicle driving for four consecutive days. If I had chosen a different direction I could like be somewhere in central America right now, but as it stands I'm in Sault Ste. Marie Ontario, and pretty close to the halfway point of my great Eastern migration.The prairies were a breeze. Two and a half provinces in less than two days. Flat land, great weather, and Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-33811837089532005702008-02-24T01:07:00.000-07:002008-02-24T01:42:58.062-07:00It wasn't long after smoking that joint outside that it dawned on me. Just minutes earlier I had with rolled it with extreme confidence on the toilet paper dispenser in the men's room, never visibly showing the signs of someone who had been drinking since 6pm. I turned to my com padre and announced quite astutely: "We are by far the most fucked people here."He agreed, his eyes rolling around in Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-86932293367841132642008-02-13T20:22:00.001-07:002008-02-13T22:06:17.931-07:00Stolen ferraris, overt racism, and a night of epic debuachery. All fueled by copius amounts of booze on the company dime.So it was decided amongst some Shell bigwigs that the people in my department where getting sick and tired of being abused and working our asses with no praise. Sometime in the middle of the week an email trickled down the chain of command that there was to be one of those Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-79961564237348688262008-02-05T11:49:00.000-07:002008-02-05T11:50:07.823-07:00I just found out that the QB for my favorite football team's full first name is Elisha.Kinda lost a little respect for him, but I guess dude did just win the superbowl. So I'll give him a pass, at least until he inevitably throws 4 interceptions in a game again.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-987802130754538122008-01-21T17:33:00.000-07:002008-01-21T17:37:52.272-07:00At work/Me: "Just give me a quick moment, I'll see if I can get you an ETA."Retailer: "I don't want an ETA, I want to know when someone's going to get here!"Natural selection needs to work FASTER.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-86505349208090747662008-01-07T10:51:00.000-07:002008-02-05T11:51:09.993-07:00Dear America,A Barack Obama presidency would almost completely restore my faith in your country (almost). Please take this under consideration as one could argue that many of your problems are due to the fact that that a vast majority of the world hates you.Sincerely,DO IT UP.Matthew LingMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-8938145507589851552007-12-24T14:28:00.000-07:002007-12-24T14:36:14.605-07:00"Clear!"Beep. Beep."We have a pulse."Where to begin? Making this post feels like a virtual high school reunion. What have I been doing? Where have I been? Even if I could remember it all I could never explain it. If I tried you'd just sit there in your fancy attire, nodding, saying "Oh, that's interessting."Suffice it to say I'm almost a different person then I was when I wrote of those drunken Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-89837241124582810502007-02-23T02:51:00.000-07:002007-02-23T03:58:12.318-07:00It was a Friday evening, I had gotten paid the day before, and was in the mood for strong drink. There were murmurs around the office that a few people were headed out for drinks, to blow off some steam after a long week. My brown friend Jasdeep informs me he had been invited out, and upon further solicitation I found myself welcomed as well, 7:30 came and we were both done work and off to the Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-24744272742316510192007-02-08T06:40:00.000-07:002007-02-08T06:39:45.472-07:00So sleeping for 11 hours usually gives me crazy dreams, and tonight was no exception. I woke up completely overwhelmed and out of breath. Usually when I try to explain this situations I end up losing a lot in translation, but I'll do my best.Esentially the dream was about the women in my life. Don't get the wrong idea, it wasn't even remotely sexual. It was about my past and present Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1170037340685676322007-01-28T19:10:00.000-07:002007-01-28T19:22:21.333-07:00Last night I had the pleasure of finding out why they call a local bar "the crack alley" instead of its legal title, The Back Alley. $2 shots, $3 beer, or $3 to have scantily clad women pour one in your mouth, then press her tits aganst your face and shake them, It was the best $40 I've ever spend.That, and I got to ride around in a escalade and feel better than the rest of the city.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1166638316340663722006-12-20T11:11:00.000-07:002006-12-20T11:11:56.770-07:00"Sure I'm needy in that I need hugs, and kisses, and cuddles, but you need me too, you need me to make sure you're not a fuck up of a human being."-Chelsea on our respective needs for each other.Sad, but true.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1166237336059515642006-12-15T19:28:00.000-07:002006-12-15T19:48:56.803-07:00Today after a ridiculously hard day at work, and just being in a piss poor mood in general, some native guy on the road asked me for a cigarette, to which I replied:"Sorry Chief, I don't think the great spirit would want me to give you that smoke."This is surprizing for many reasons, the first that something so ignorant would come out of my mouth, second is that I didn't get the shit kicked out Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1164581681110630152006-11-26T15:22:00.000-07:002006-11-26T19:06:55.586-07:00I got a birthday package in the mail from my Mom/stepdad/sister the other day, and I cheated and opened up my presents. I got some clothes and some candy, and a card that made me well up. I called my Mom to send my love and appreciation and ended up bawling about how much I missed her. She eventually let me off the phone and I cried and cried into Chelsea's shoulder about how much I missed her Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1162093017865831552006-10-28T21:08:00.000-06:002006-10-28T21:52:39.870-06:00The night started off innocently enough, a young, mildly drunk Hunter S. Thompson skateboarding down 14 ave in the middle of the night with sunglasses on. Cigars with filters and mix for my superstore brand whiskey were on the agenda, then off to the warehouse to see mstrkrft.This is what I woke up to:The train wreck you see before you is what happens when two people decide to drink copius Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1161561441392299542006-10-22T17:42:00.000-06:002006-10-22T17:57:21.623-06:00Hey there sports fans,Not much is new in Cowtown. Me and the Missus got a brand new bed, work is going well and I'm making lots of new friends. I've been dealing with a stellar bout of homesickness and missing all you cats like mad.There was a benefit for my mother's liver transplant last night at the Basillica that went exceptionally well. I'm told the grand total is close to $8000. Thanks to Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1159573118503514192006-09-29T17:31:00.000-06:002006-09-29T17:39:48.803-06:00Belinda Stronach? Tia Carrere?Tie Domi gets more action then Wilmer Valderama.Mr. Domi, you're a shining example that no talent bums can snag Billionaire MPs and B-list actresses. You've given hope to us all, kudos.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1159052976128638902006-09-23T16:39:00.000-06:002006-09-23T19:31:34.436-06:00This article is brilliant. And exceptionally relevant given Mr. Karzai's recent visit to Ottawa.Gwynne Dyer on the new "War on drugs."Mr. Dyer is who I'm gonna ask what to do when the shit hits the fan. It's bad enough that the Western world has to fight a flawed and misled "war on drugs" that we will never win, but now we are imposing our will on the rest of world in the name of "freedom".Many Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1158822794797522592006-09-21T00:57:00.000-06:002006-09-21T01:13:15.036-06:00So after spending most of the afternoon sleeping, I seem to be left with a wakeful night of nothing to do. So allow me to fill you in what's up.- Am currently employed with Telus and will be making mad bank soon enough.- This past weekend I attended my very first pro sports event, and witnessed my beloved Calgary Stampeders destroy the hapless Bluebombers of Winnipeg. It should be mentioned that Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1157703711440745182006-09-08T02:18:00.000-06:002006-09-08T02:21:52.140-06:00The new muthafuckin' rat pack.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1157101044827856982006-09-01T02:18:00.000-06:002006-09-01T02:57:25.616-06:00So allow me to summarize the past few weeks.PEI kicked the shit out of me. My very first night out I received a broken nose, the night of Dan's wedding I woke up under a car in Sherwood in a tuxedo and lost my cell phone, oh and and I got pepper sprayed and spent a night in the drunk tank after urinating off a bar balcony. I saw a lot of people I sorely missed, and didn't see even more. The time Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1154950459820217702006-08-07T05:30:00.000-06:002006-08-07T05:34:20.156-06:00Dearest Prince Edward Island,See you in approximately 9 hours and 45 minutes. Thinking of you has kept me up all night. I better sleep on the plane because we have a lot of catching up to do.Longingly,MattMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1153381997132189752006-07-20T01:53:00.000-06:002006-07-20T01:53:17.483-06:00Ok kids, here's your update. I'm in Calgary, I have 2 jobs. One sucks and one has yet to start. Hopefully both combined will enable me to get to P.E.I. as planned. Failing that, I do have a mother who loves me very much and everything should work out. I've had some nutty drunken escapades in the past few days.Friday (?):-Drank colt 45 as quickly as possible.-Decided to play "holstein hands" by Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1151377924139082492006-06-26T21:11:00.000-06:002006-06-26T21:27:37.263-06:00Allright.... so... Alberta.Things are pretty blah. I'm getting kinda sick of my job. I've been spending the past few payweekends in Calgary, and everytime I leave, it gets harder. I'm seeking new permanent employment in cowtown. Even if it's something lame, if it pays ok, I may find myself there soon. There's a lot of reasons why getting back there makes a lot of sense. I find the energy of the Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1150249058707790812006-06-13T19:16:00.000-06:002006-06-13T19:37:44.376-06:00Oh what a time of year to be a sports fan. A Canadian team in the Stanley cup finals, the NBA finals happening as well, not to mention my beloved Blue Jays of Toronto competing fiercely in a tight AL east. While eating full bags of kettle chips or entire medium pizzas over the past couple of days, I've had time to assemble the following sports related facts, opinions, observtions, and Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1149632952505490212006-06-06T16:28:00.000-06:002006-06-06T16:29:12.976-06:00Riding south down the #2 Highway to Calgary at 160 km/hour, shirtless, with Death From Above blaring was possibly one of the better feelings I've had in my life. That is of course, until I got there.Estimated time from Oiltown to Cowtown: 3 hours.Time it took Matt Ling: 2 hours, 15 minutes.Brand new car + unmonitored divided highways = gold.New faces, familiar faces, delicious A&W, alcohol, and Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1148703298184922672006-05-26T21:39:00.000-06:002006-05-26T22:14:58.523-06:00Car odometer reads: 560 km.I have had the car for a little over 3 days.Wow. I got it all taken care of and still can't stop grinning like I got away with something. That said, learning the intricacies of a new stick shift in downtown rush hour Edmonton freeway traffic is not something I'd recommend. I drove to Camrose with my music on full tilt and the wind in my hair, yelling: "I love you Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1148237767484703452006-05-21T12:36:00.000-06:002006-05-21T12:56:07.820-06:00"S.O.S. please someone help me."I'm fucked. Overwhelmed, distraught, frustrated, full of self loathing, self doubt, and self destructive thoughts. I need a car, for my job, without the car, I have no job.You see, if you get a car, obviously it has to be insured. They don't just give you insurance without having to put money down, and I have no money to put down. My Dad and Mom are both Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1147916156978073322006-05-17T19:22:00.000-06:002006-05-17T19:35:57.456-06:00Allright Edmonton,You've provided me with the ability to get a vehicle (almost), a job, and your weather is impecable. You're growing on me. If I didn't have pressing reasons to get back to Calgary, I might even LOVE it here. Tonight Michael Peca will have earned his keep, and I will be rioting with my blue and orange bretheren on Whyte ave. Look for me on Hockey night in Canada, or possibly in Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1147665178201711812006-05-14T21:52:00.000-06:002006-05-14T21:52:58.646-06:00Dearest Edmonton:You are a rotten cunt of a city, and you smell like one too.Regards,-MattI guess you'll be happy to know that I've found employment. It's selling advertisment space for a yellow pages company. It's really good money, but it has sent me to the land of Oilers, Eskimoes, and Golden Bears. I'm staying in a U of A dorm room until the job starts on Thurday and bored out of my trees dueMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1147402633709390132006-05-11T20:55:00.000-06:002006-05-11T20:57:13.956-06:00I don't know what to say.I don't know what to say.I don't know what to say.I don't know what to say.I don't know what to say.I don't know what to say.I don't know what to say.I don't know what to say.I don't know what to say.I don't know what to say.I never do.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1147151465238747622006-05-08T22:57:00.000-06:002006-05-11T21:00:48.203-06:00I've developped this nasty little habit of getting to the bus stop, and should the bus fail to make it self known right away, I begin walking to the next stop."A nice little way to kill time" you say?"Walking is better that sitting, is it not?" Well the problem with this habit is two fold:(i) The bus seems to enjoy coming while I'm in between stops, driving right by me as I'm walking down the Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1146768158920170212006-05-04T12:28:00.000-06:002006-05-04T12:42:39.243-06:00I hate money. I hate what it does to people. I hate how it makes me worry constantly. I hate how it makes people "better", I hate how it makes people "worse". I hate how it buys advantages from some that others will never see. Living in this city has opened my eyes to the dichotomy of wealth in modern society. The haves and the have-nots. You see Porshes, hummers, and $20,000 bottles of wine. YouMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1146276643764865092006-04-28T20:08:00.000-06:002006-04-28T20:27:31.613-06:00I'd bet that the reason that both the Flames and Canadiens failed to take leads in their respective playoff series' is that I shaved my "playoff beard" for a job interview. That's the only plausible explanation.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1145511270022906162006-04-19T23:24:00.000-06:002006-04-19T23:34:30.266-06:00Fuck I'm lonely.I miss girls, and making out, and dancing to crappy music. I fall in love with every girl who smiles at me on the bus, and it kills me inside when they get off and I say nothing. Even if I had the guts to say something, it's not like I have a lot to offer. I have about $60 in my pocket, no job (yet), and I'm crashing on my friend's couch. I am the epitome of a bad catch. Falling Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1145255067272594412006-04-17T00:04:00.000-06:002006-04-17T00:26:18.986-06:00 Vince proving victorious despite a combination of a ten second camera timer and slippery ass ice. You'd hardly know I had just thrown up behind that tree minutes before. Possibly the best picture, ever. Atop a 8000 ft. Mountain: "I wonder if I could climb that icy metal roof." Moments after carving "PEI 4 LIFE" into the wooden rail.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1145148634876062542006-04-15T18:21:00.000-06:002006-05-11T12:44:47.626-06:00How not to travel to Banff:Thursday night was ladies night at Ranchman's.While Janelle and co. took a limo there I watched the hockey game and drank colt 45 by myself. This turned out to be a BAD IDEA. I had polished off two and bit when Vince showed up to get me. I got to Ranchman's, danced a lot, rode a mechanical bull, and drank $7.00 Keiths. When it came time to leave I was loaded off my ass.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1144774673804361822006-04-11T10:43:00.000-06:002006-04-11T21:39:46.983-06:00It's amazing how easily a seemingly rock-solid friendship go apparantly go to shit over one party's inability to do anything condusive in aiding said friendship. Yeah, sure I've moved three time zones away, but all is great, thanks for not asking. Of course it didn't hurt my feelings when you bailed on like all three of my nights out before I left, hope the KFC was great. I had no problem moving Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1144360974168834012006-04-06T15:33:00.000-06:002006-04-11T21:41:22.020-06:00Wow. What a city.Most of this morning was spent completely lost and confused, but kind of in a good way, I hopped on a quasi-random bus and got off in a pretty sketchy area. There were used needle disposal cans and a man with aluminum legs in a wheelchair yelling about how the world is coming to a end, so I gave him the rest of my meatball sub and listened to what he had to say. There was a lot Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1143813319241688232006-03-31T06:52:00.000-07:002006-03-31T06:55:31.936-07:00I'm genuinely considering wearing my suit when I leave for my trip in an attempt to pick up desperate, middle aged women in airports or on the plane. I'll have to work on some fantastically fraudulent story about what I do for a living and how rich I am.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1143438558591906212006-03-26T22:14:00.000-07:002006-03-26T22:49:18.956-07:00"So kiss me, and smile for me."So after a weekend of epic debauchary and me basically giving PEI a big "fuck off", I'm sitting at my computer way to amped to sleep. I may not sleep for the next 10 days. For those of you "not in the know", I bought a one way ticket to Calgary on Thursday and I'm getting off this pebble for a while. Money talks, and apparantly there's a lot out there for a Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1142664262785897932006-03-17T23:38:00.000-07:002006-03-17T23:44:23.003-07:00Dear Blogger:I may or may not be hammeered.I may or may not be goiving you my full love in unedited glory.I may have gotten into a fihght.I definetly won said fight.I may or may not have thrown myself down the stairs, toppled mailboxes, broken random patio lamps, and genuinely contemplatedstealing a gumball machione.,Where was Chuck when I needed him? I would've gotten that shit.I have to work inMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1142309716683796182006-03-13T21:01:00.000-07:002006-03-13T21:15:17.166-07:00My mind has been too racy to sleep normally lately. I lie down, turn off the lights, but I can't stop thinking about stuff. Nothing in particular, just stupid rubbish I really have no need to be thinking about. With my senses depraved, my mind races, I'll have to consiously have to try and stop thinking. Obviously the more you try to not think, the more you end up doing it. When I'm at work, I'm Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1141699201452058332006-03-06T19:38:00.000-07:002006-03-06T19:40:01.846-07:00My life will be a lot easier once I stop falling for girls I will never have.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1141350718909716662006-03-02T18:24:00.000-07:002006-03-02T18:53:11.940-07:00Koko-B-Ware had just won, attention shifts to the excepitionally creepy Pee-wee Herman doll on the table.R: "You know what an awesome idea would be? To strap Pee-wee into my passenger seat and drive around with him there. You know, park at the mall and stuff. Can you imagine getting out of your car, looking into the car next to you and seeing him buckled into the passenger seat?"*10 minutes of Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1141199421122971342006-03-01T00:49:00.000-07:002006-03-01T00:50:21.510-07:00I don't know what's more unwholesome, the fact that there's kids shows on at 3:30 am, or the fact that I'm watching them.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1141017076314629472006-02-26T21:41:00.000-07:002006-02-26T22:11:16.863-07:00I suck at life.I suck at Math. I suck at typing, I suck at making friends, I suck at being friends, I suck at music, I suck at humor, I suck at love, I suck at sports. I suck at being myself, but that's good because who I really am sucks so much.I drink so much and I smoke so many drugs because they help me numb out the suck.There's nothing I'm good at. Maybe like, grammar and drinking pepsi. I Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1140719651514062142006-02-23T11:26:00.000-07:002006-02-23T11:34:11.750-07:00After two pitchers and half a quart of whiskey the Wave was almost fun.Almost.At least I didn't get into any fights or fall out of any trees.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1140371000373466302006-02-19T10:42:00.000-07:002006-02-19T10:43:20.713-07:00All that really needs to be said about my Saturday night is that I threw up in the smoking room at the legion.HA.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1140192079150882752006-02-17T08:51:00.000-07:002006-02-17T09:02:45.926-07:00I remember when things were so much simpler. We would speak on the phone for hours on end, discussing our days, our families, our ideals, our hopes and dreams. Despite our genders, there was no latent sexuality or hidden meaning to what we were saying. We could say what we wanted and expected the other to do the same. It was like having a therapist for a best friend when I needed both. She would Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1140098059413581252006-02-16T06:48:00.000-07:002006-02-16T06:54:19.653-07:00Things I discovered on Tuesday night:-Jumping off the the steep side is far more fun than walking down the steady side.-Taking a full pack of cigs to the bar is a bad idea, you will lose them.-No matter how cool people are on the internet, it's always better to meet in person.-Drugs are a great conversation starter.-Sure, it may suck to wake up on the floor in a hallway, but it beats the fuck outMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1139371706949566632006-02-07T20:23:00.000-07:002006-02-07T21:08:27.256-07:00So I've meen thinking a lot lately about how little I would have to offer in the context of any type of romantic relationship. I'm not really looking for one, so it's not a big deal, but that's not to say I wouldn't be open for the right one.That said, I'm poor, overweight, and I'm not overly attractive so "the right one" may be a long time coming.I've spent such a large portion of my life Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1138681742794569862006-01-30T21:25:00.000-07:002006-01-30T21:29:03.150-07:00"Go West young Chinaman, times have changed since we blew you people up to forge a railway across this great nation."I have got to have the most fucked up dreams of anyone I know.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1138376636751384042006-01-27T08:27:00.000-07:002006-01-27T08:47:32.846-07:00If you were to wake up next to a dead hooker in a hotel room, with no recollection of what happened, who would you call? If you say the police you're a fucking Nancy.I was hammered and asked this question the other night, and those who I'd call should know who they are, but is it weird that my Mom would be up there? But if any of of you are in this predicament feel free to give me a ring. I'd be Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1137630213509259102006-01-18T17:08:00.000-07:002006-01-18T17:26:32.116-07:00So me and my rommates have been pondering a question over the past couple of days:"How much pot has been smoked in this house, on average, per day, since we moved in?" I asked them. I didn't even know if I could ballpark it. So we thought about it, debated it, and came up with a mutally agreed figure:8 grams a day. Now this may sound like a lot, so let me explain. Three fairly heavy smokers and Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1137454785786685042006-01-16T16:38:00.000-07:002006-01-16T16:39:46.236-07:00I want a girl I have to change for.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1137208818610657892006-01-13T19:54:00.000-07:002006-01-13T20:20:18.823-07:00"Love is watching someone die. So who's going to watch you die?" Monday afternoon I lost one of my best friends. I can think back on every significant memory and phase in my life, and he was right there. Times where I didn't think I could go on any longer, times when I felt defeated, he was there. He's saved my life more time than I can count. And I couldn't save his. As much despair and pain Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1136469946192108012006-01-05T06:56:00.000-07:002006-01-05T09:42:16.963-07:00So given that I recieved an iPod nano for Christmas, I've taken to wearing my headphones at work a lot. This means I can listen to Throwdown at loudest possible volume without worrying if I'm going to offend the next old lady that walks in. This tactic has its pitfalls as well. It seems that when you sarcasticallly say "Close the door, fuckhead." to a customer who forgets to do so, you may think Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1136167229416191762006-01-01T18:10:00.000-07:002006-01-07T06:49:03.106-07:00I guess since this place hasn't been visited by anyone (myself included) for quite some time I can say whatever the fuck I want, so here goes.Nothing fucks with my head quite like girls. In a span of a week I went from infatuation to spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you love. And now I'm alone. I'm not built for one nighters, and the fact that my headspace isn't where it should be only compounds Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1118856967876328232005-06-15T11:35:00.000-06:002005-06-15T11:36:07.880-06:00The noise old ladies make when you spray them with a hose is far more satisfying than any drug I have ever sampled, and twice as addictive.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1117246875865553502005-05-27T20:19:00.000-06:002005-05-27T20:21:15.873-06:00Everytime I put a bag of soil into a customer's car I secretly hope that we'll open the trunk to find a dismembered hooker they forgot about.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1116883089561795582005-05-23T14:43:00.000-06:002005-05-23T15:18:09.573-06:00Everything I hate about myself is because of you. My weight, my affect, how much I drink, how much I smoke, the way I deal with people and situations, is all your fault. I've developed such as strong intense hatred for you and all that reminds me of you. That said, what you've done for me won't be forgotten, but what you haven't done is what holds the most memories. I dream of you and I think Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1114642857347400572005-04-27T16:50:00.000-06:002005-04-27T17:00:57.346-06:00La musique: take your pick.A night of successful Trivia at Churchill Arms. Followed by the best bloody kareoke posse ever. Featuring:Brad Deighan singing "the safety dance"Dom signing "great balls of fire"Me singing "hey ya" with Butler and Jenna and "paranoid" with Jenna.Sharlene singing "Brick house"Gabrielle singing "I will survive"Jenna singing some Fionna Apple and Butler singing something Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1113607713029502072005-04-15T17:26:00.000-06:002005-04-15T17:28:33.030-06:00La musique: Hollaback girl- Gwen StefaniYou wake up at 6:30pmDrink an entire 750 of diet 7up.eat an entire pig's worth of breakfast foodstuffs.Smoke entirely too many cigarettes.Matt Ling, this is your life.Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1111759978890274762005-03-25T06:58:00.000-07:002005-03-25T07:12:58.893-07:00La musique: plea from a cat named virtue- the weakerthansSo I'm up at 10, (but since 7:30) after an evening of blackjack, beer, fireworks and flashlights in Winsloe. It's likely all the caffeine in the beer I drank (Molson KICK, for drunks who can't go 10 minutes without a pepsi). In any case, I have a nice scrape on my knee from falling in Gabrielle's driveway in my underwear and I have the Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1111511880074095862005-03-22T10:09:00.000-07:002005-03-22T10:18:00.076-07:00La musique: the widow- the mars voltaSo I haven't posted in a while, and I have no excuse, because I'm unemployed and sleeping in till 2 everyday. Yesterday I had a medical exam for the second tier in the Air Canada hiring process, so let's all cross our fingers for your humble narrator.Alas, not only do I need the cash, but my laziness has increased exponentially. Here are some signs you're too Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1109394081878808332005-02-25T21:17:00.000-07:002005-02-25T22:04:40.050-07:00La musique: mother- pink floydI just got off the phone with my mother.Apparantly she's going to need a liver transplant.Hopefully posting this for the world to see won't bother her.My mother has had more surgeries than I can remember and has this problem since I was little. The issue is a poly-cystic liver. Basically what it is is her entire liver has blister-like cysts all over and though it. Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1107433247425392202005-02-03T05:15:00.000-07:002005-02-03T05:20:47.426-07:00La musique: Roland- Interpol
You know who's hot? Betty Cooper. Are there any girls like Betty in real life? Fuck no. Are Archie comics creating unrealistic world view in young males? Fuck yeah. How on earth would a unemployed redheaded highschooler have a hot brunette heiress and an hotter blonde girl next door fighting over him?
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1107227429718565642005-01-31T20:06:00.000-07:002005-01-31T20:10:29.716-07:00La musique: give it all- rise against
I had an excellent story for here all made up in my head but my legal representatives have advised me against telling it here. Feel free to ask me about it in person.
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1106289188382238852005-01-20T23:30:00.000-07:002005-01-20T23:33:08.383-07:00La musique: La fucking la- Ashlee Simpson has been in my head for two days
You know that feeling you get when you fall on the ice and hit your head really hard? My whole body feels like that. Fuck Pond hockey. Fuck cigarettes. Fuck Ashlee Simpson (you know you wanna).
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1105558658916082732005-01-12T12:26:00.000-07:002005-01-12T12:37:38.916-07:00La musique: Megalomania- Muse
So in the process of trying to fit giant peg hooks through my earrings while at work, the ball came out of my left earring. Not being able to put the ball back in and finding no help with my fellow Hardware associates, I simply put the ball in my pocket and went about my business sure to replace it at another time. This was several days ago. It would appear last Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1105294087454094252005-01-09T10:32:00.000-07:002005-01-09T11:08:07.456-07:00La musique: Torn- Poison the Well
My task was to assemble a workbench. So like any person would, I opened the box, scattered the parts all over the floor and sat down in the middle of The Home depot's comfy cement floor. At that, the stoor manager (who is about as friendly as a stingray) walks by and sees me splayed out like a 4 year old and a bunch of lego. Clearly discusted, he looks at me, Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1105117621252952012005-01-07T10:29:00.000-07:002005-01-07T10:07:01.253-07:00La musique: Against all odds- The postal service
So one of favorite shows, 24, starring Kiefer Sutherland is beginning a new season shortly. Apparantly one of their new plots revolves around a Muslim family that seems wholesome and normal but is secretly a terrorist cell. Does anyone else see something wrong with this? For starters they're defaming an entire ethnic group that is already had its Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1104771278572057462005-01-03T10:33:00.000-07:002005-01-03T09:59:37.646-07:00La musique: Vitamin R (leading us along)- Chevelle
So this New years was a crazy train wreck filled with booze, drugs and all the right kinds of insanity. A play of play of the night won't be found here, remembereing it seems to be difficult and most of those who read this were there anyways. Suffice it to say eveveryone had a dose of the crazies, I somehow stumbled between two parties and woundMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1104363070208212502004-12-29T16:18:00.000-07:002004-12-29T16:36:12.656-07:00La musique: Romantic rights- Death from above 1979
Electronic entertainment media recieved during this season:
- NHL 2005 for playstation
- Anchorman on DVD
- Dodgeball on DVD
- Office space on DVD
- With the lights out Nirvana 3 cd + 1 dvd box set.
- The Clash, London Calling (c'mon, $10)
- Chevelle, This type of thinking (could do us in)
- Death from above 1979, You're a woman, I'm a machine Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1103221484732494942004-12-16T11:18:00.000-07:002004-12-16T11:24:44.733-07:00La musique: Tko- Le tigre
So it was with that sudden shock that Matt realized he had spent the last 6 days in some spiral of drugs, alcohol, sleep, and Grand theft Auto San Andreas.
Well not so much sudden shock, maybe "fierce pride".
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1102286879126460552004-12-05T15:35:00.002-07:002004-12-05T15:47:59.126-07:00La musique: Worked up so sexual- The Faint
I saw my father for the first time in a while while at work. The only conversation we had has regarding a tool stand he was interested in purchasing. My Dad's wife (Stepmom is too kind a title) was the only one who talked to me and it was about as comfortable as a sandpaper massage with a nails on the chalkboard soundtrack. I wonder how he spent his Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1101219572933653712004-11-23T07:14:00.000-07:002004-11-23T07:19:32.933-07:00La musique: tres bien- Le tigre
So yeah, I guess I'm moving out with Coranna at the start of the month.
I have also since recieved GTA San Andreas as an early birthday present.
That's all I got.
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1100462604385178412004-11-14T13:01:00.000-07:002004-11-14T13:03:24.386-07:00La musique: Imagine- APC
Note to dude from Jimmy Eay world. Shave or wax you goddamn unibrow.
Signed,
Everybody.
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1100149393964992532004-11-10T22:30:00.000-07:002004-11-14T13:06:51.466-07:00La musique: NIN closer is what's playing
I'm drunk at Rob's. Too much Faxe is this in bold? Gabrielle's recommendation isbthat I make a post. I 'm not sure this is a good idea.
NOw interpol? whom likes interpol besides me. I'm not sure. Their bass player is anmed carlos D> and he's one boss mofo.
Too much faxe, is this ball in bold?
open keyboard.
OOOH you touch my tra la la.
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1100023442084243312004-11-09T10:42:00.000-07:002004-11-14T13:05:03.660-07:00La musique: Rocketman- Elton John
This is what Me, Sharlene, and Butler do in intro to environmental studies class. This particular day we had a guest speaker on environmental economics, the following is the note conversation that followed (condensed):
Sharlene: He sounds like a Yankee
Matt: From the U.S., educated in England, teaches in... PEI??? I'm guessing some sort of scandal, he's likely Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1099406122097479872004-11-02T07:13:00.000-07:002004-11-02T07:35:22.096-07:00La musique: my way- Sid Vicious
Sid Vicious was 21 when he died. Most people know who he is, or have at least heard the name before. He died a junkie and a murderer, but somehow I can't shake the rotten feeling that he did more in Twenty one years than I will in my entire life. I'm almost 22 and I've done nothing to make the world a better place or to create any type of legacy to be remembered Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1098974860773095052004-10-28T08:40:00.000-06:002004-10-28T08:47:40.773-06:00La musique: speachless- Bane
So apparantly I did some more jabbering (yelling) in my sleep, then went to go sleepwalk, but Coranna stopped me. I googled to see if there was a way to make money off of it as some sort of sleepwalking guinea pig, but it would appear not.
Both of my midterms are over (all two of them), which is nice, I did okay on one and smoked my biology one. The plan is to get Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1098798739139666682004-10-26T07:43:00.000-06:002004-10-26T07:55:33.843-06:00La musique: Alive- Ryan Adams (home depot soundtrack)
Yesterday I was walking along the UPEI campus and I spotted a ladybug on the ground. When I was a kid, I used to play with them for hours on end, letting them walk over my hands until they grew bored and flew away. So, feeling nostalgic, I picked the bugger up and walked around with him crawling around on my hand for while. I likely looked Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1098720788648939402004-10-25T10:05:00.000-06:002004-10-26T07:43:02.436-06:00La musique: protest- buck 65
It's 4 am.
My Mom's bf Dave wakes up with the weight of a body on him.
Confused, half asleep, he struggles to understand what is happening. Assuming my mother is the one on top of him he exclaims: "Judy?!"
No reply
"Judy?!" again.
This wakes my mom, who rolls over and in the dim light see a face. She yells: "Matthew!"
This seems to awaken the deadness heaped upon Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1098043290880819172004-10-17T13:27:00.000-06:002004-10-17T14:02:26.526-06:00La musique: Hope is... -Killswitch engage
Well, you've missed nothing in the epic tale that is The Matt Ling story.
School (I hate you)
The depot
Drugs
Alcohol
Watching baseball
Coranna
The fact that that's it is the most depressing thing ever.
I could write about the consective weekends I drank Molson XXX, but alas, your knowledge of them is likely as (or perhaps more) clear than mine. I keep Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1096560275753786762004-09-30T10:59:00.000-06:002004-09-30T10:04:35.753-06:00La musique: Green day- american idiot
So I'm co-hosting Trivia at Myron's tonight as part of the "trivia idol" competition.
COME.
It will be awesome fun.
If you have class, come afterwards. If you're working, quit. If your girlfriend won't let you, push her down the stairs. No car? Hitchhike!
It's that simple folks.
Come tonight and I will love you for ever and ever and ever. Chance are I may Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1096124691432272752004-09-25T08:48:00.000-06:002004-09-25T09:11:20.626-06:00La musique: Float on- Modest Mouse
So despite showing up to the second interview with my face covered in scrapes, and showing up to the third interview an hour late and stoned. I am now employed.
I will be working in the Hardware dept when the store opens.
Those of you who are all excited about a new patsie with a discount on Home improvement products (you know who you are), shouldn't hold your Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1095981807328910692004-09-23T17:22:00.000-06:002004-09-23T17:25:18.330-06:00La musique: Karma Fucking Cameleon
Sweet merciful Jesus.
Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1095711538396439962004-09-20T13:53:00.000-06:002004-09-20T14:18:58.396-06:00La musique: Fight song- Marilyn Manson
Oh, so that's what it's like to get hit in the head with a beer bottle/cast/section of rain gutter.
But I digress...
I'm not even going to get in to that evening. What a train wreck. Apologies for any situations I may not have helped/escalated.
Ever wonder what possesses people to purchase Nike Shox shoes? I saw someone crossing the street with them on Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1094744297866325082004-09-09T10:30:00.000-06:002004-09-09T09:40:44.903-06:00La musique: You're a woman, I'm a machine- Death from above 1979
My environmental philosophy prof quoted fight club. Well, more really paraphrased it.
"From the beginning of our life we are trained to be consumers. Much of our existence is to own material products that we don't need."
It likely had to be adapted as "Working jobs that we hate so we can buy shit we don't need." Might not fly so Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454380.post-1094505192441548572004-09-06T14:40:00.000-06:002004-09-06T15:13:47.523-06:00La musique: Tribute- Tenacious D
I'd like to say I have a ton of bundeled up stories from my blog hiatus. I don't.
Apparantly I'm one of the 3 finalists to be a host for Myron's trivia. I'm not sure what to think about that. I'm not John Michael funny, or Joel sexy, I need to find someone with either or both of those qualities whom I can mooch off of with 'Big Daddy' Lorne style.
School starts Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611280009444296657noreply@blogger.com0