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Friday, April 4th, 2008
11:59 pm
Home on a Friday before midnight... its.... different. Time for music!
Sunday, January 13th, 2008
10:13 pm
Its a Sunday night. You are relatively bored. You flip back and forth between random web pages and facebook. People are online you could talk to, but decide not to talk to anyone. You make several phone calls, but no one answers their phone. One even answers accidentally with phone in pocket only to not answer upon a second call. Moving into introverted mode, you fill your ipod with some IDM. You walk out to your car and travel to the ocean. Here you sit in your car listening to the graceful music glide into your ear drums. In combination with the soft moon light filtered by a light fog your senses guide you into a state of ecstasy. The song ends, and you leave the car. You sit on a ledge and feel the wind rush against you. It chills as it passes through your thin clothing, but makes you feel alive. As the waves crash against the beach, you glance at the passing people. Mostly couples, even a man in a t-shirt courting a girl. Knowing he must be freezing, but not showing any sign of it. Only paying attention to the girl he is with. At this moment you wish there was a person you could call, romantic involvement or not, that you could simply say, "Come with me" and they would following unquestioningly. Your focus returns to the oceans. So serene and calm, as if through osmosis you feel the same. After fighting off the cold for fifteen minutes, you finally give into the cold and retreat to your car. Turning back on the soothing music you make your way back home. Upon arriving home, you do not yet wish to return. You trek out a few blocks to a local bar. A favorite, but seldom visited. As soon as you walk in you are greeted by the sound of Irish music. A small group of people are in the middle of the bar surrounding a large table filled with half finished beers playing their instruments. The bartender is hospitable and welcoming. You order a Guinness. As you wait for your refreshment you take in the atmosphere. The bar is mainly filled with an older crowd of 40+ yr olds. Everyone is happy and enjoying the company of their fellow man. Your beer arrives and upon the first sip it is better than you could have ever dreamed. Definitely one of the best Guinnesses you've ever had, but you would expect no less from this bar. It is the reason why you chose this location in the first place. The night goes on, as you drink your beer and enjoy the beautiful Irish music. A few band members leave, but others arrive as if on cue to replace those that are leaving. You finish your beer and leave the bar, thanking the bartender and bidding him farewell. Upon leaving the brisk air hits you again, but does not phase you. As you arrive home, you see a few people leaving to go out. You insert your key and open the door to your apartment, take off your shoes, and think about what has just happened tonight. I fucking love San Francisco.

Current Mood: mellow
Monday, June 11th, 2007
9:32 am
if(matt.status==conditions.sick&&matt.location==locations.work)
die();

Current Mood: sick
Tuesday, April 24th, 2007
9:17 am
Holy Calamity Scream insanity All you ever gonna be's another great fan of me
Monday, April 2nd, 2007
12:46 am
Is it too much to ask for it to be like the past two days year round?
Wednesday, March 14th, 2007
11:36 pm


Current Mood: amused
Thursday, February 22nd, 2007
12:37 am
They had a bad case of nostalgic blues
And started a group just to cop the tunes
(bad boys whatcha gonna)
And all the kids went crazy when the singer screamed
They set their cymbals on fire it's a punk rock scene
(bad boys whatcha gonna)

And if we could break the rules that were already
Broken before we were born,
Then we could hold them to their guns
Cause we'd be a punk rock band too

They had the whole town getting real tattoos
And wrote advice columns for the weekly review
(bad boys whatcha gonna)
What could they possibly do next to shock the crowd?
"We're gonna rock rock rock you, make you scream out loud"
(bad boys whatcha gonna)

And if we could break the rules that were already
Broken before we were born,
Then we could hold them to their guns
Cause we'd be a punk rock band too
Tuesday, December 12th, 2006
5:22 pm
Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.
Thursday, November 23rd, 2006
8:28 pm
Happy Thanksgiving y'all!!! I'm celebrating at Fran's house and i had THE BEST dog ever. They didn't use just any dog. They specially bred and raised the dog to get that unique taste that you won't taste in chicken or turkey. I'm so stuffed. =)

now its time to sex it up with hellogoodbye.
Thursday, October 19th, 2006
12:46 am
I will update later, but I just wanted to use this icon :D
Monday, July 17th, 2006
1:41 pm
Done and done, I start Wed. morn at 8:30.
Sunday, July 9th, 2006
10:03 am
Thursday, May 25th, 2006
3:43 am
WARNING WARNING
THIS IS NOT A TEST. DO NOT SEE XMEN:3 aka the last stand if you wish to keep your mental sanity. Thank you.

Current Mood: irritated
Saturday, April 29th, 2006
4:16 pm
wake up
Saturday, April 15th, 2006
2:04 am
Tuesday, April 4th, 2006
9:55 am
Don't you hate it when you can feel yourself getting sick? My body is getting all ache even after a good night's rest and the flem is starting to build up in my throat. Bad times.

Current Mood: getting sick
Saturday, March 4th, 2006
1:22 pm
If all else fails...

Current Mood: exanimate
Saturday, February 18th, 2006
11:05 am
Tuesday, February 7th, 2006
11:05 pm
The Thing About My Folks
[Two young girls walk by. Sam keeps staring after them, finally points at them]
Sam Kleinman: Explain that to me.
Ben Kleinman: What?
Sam Kleinman: The holes in those jeans...
Ben Kleinman: Uh-uh.
Sam Kleinman: They're on purpose?
Ben Kleinman: That's right.
Sam Kleinman: It's not because she's poor, and can only afford ripped clothes?
Ben Kleinman: That's correct, sir.
Sam Kleinman: [takes this in] And she doesn't mind that we can see her ass peeking out like that?
Ben Kleinman: No, she does not. In fact, I think she would be insulted if you didn't look.
Sam Kleinman: The last thing I wanna do is insult her.
Saturday, January 28th, 2006
10:43 pm

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