:: The Every So Often When I Decide to Post Blog ::

:: Monday, July 28, 2003 ::

It's just hard.

I've been meaning to post really. But I've got so much on my mind.... none of it fit for here really, it would sound like I was whining.... so I'm trying nothing is really going on. I sometimes lead quite the boring life. And alhtough I am busy It does not mean it's at all interesting. And for that I'm sorry. Keep checking though... but keep it to once a week. Sometime I might find the time to write. Like when I move and nothing to do except start my new career.

I'm behind on movies too. Need to go see some.


:: Matt 5:36 PM [+] ::
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I think this is a kind of repost

I just watched Pushing Tin. For a real review go to the movies site.

But for this page I'll say what's really kinda wierd about is that this is when Billy Bob and Angelina were getting hooked up and you kinda tell in the movie. But this is my imaginary version of what she must be in real life. Sort of dark and mysterious while really just lonely and sweet and looking for someone to love. And As I stated somewhere way below it's what I like in women. This dichotomy. Crazy but sweet. A bitch but nice. Catty but loving. You know they appear one way but home alone they melt like butter around you. That
s what I love. Like I get see something special that no one else does. It's a just-for-me thing.

This is either really sweet or really placating my ego. It's tough to say. Or both.

Moment of a diametioc Angelina. Good girl and bad girl.
:: Matt 5:23 AM [+] ::
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A Damn bit a Drunkeness

I went to a Wedding last night. I do well at weddings, It's one of thse things I love to go to. If I thought I could get away with crashing a wedding (which realistically wouldn't be THAT hard, but more on that in a sec, I guess) I'd find one every weekend. It helps that about half the weddings I've gone to I've actually been IN the wedding. That makes meeting women really easy. You're in a tux (where you always look good) and then you have a title. "yeah, that's right, I'm the best man." Though it may be a bit much in the title. Best Man. If I'm the best man what's she doing marrying him? It should be the groom and some very nice men. (Thank you Jerry Seinfeld.)

There's just something about weddings where women realize they want to have one too and so you, as a male can go and pick them up. It's a snap. And last night I made out all right. But it was a damn bit o drunkeness.

And I woke up so early this morning (it's 7:18 AM) with a pounding headache, which was worsened by the fact I just want sleep.

MMMMMMMMMMMMM sleep.

I think crashing a reception is easy because neither the groom nor the bride are 1000% percent sure who they invited. Because there's always people on the other family side they don't know. So as long you never have to answer that question your gold. Just fit in, talk to people, dance and drink the free beer. I think it would be really easy. I may make a career out of this. Free food, free drink. I'm an actor... I can role play.

Plus I don't appreciate people who can't make the wedding itself and just go to the reception. They'll be none of that at my wedding. You're sitting through the wedding and your payment is the reception. No wedding no reception. And While I'm thinking about it I'm going to produce the hell out of my wedding. I'm gonna let her decide what she wants and doesn't and then I'm adding music under everything and a laser light show. Well maybe not lazers. But I heard about a guy, A GUY mind you, who rolled in on an elephant with women fanning him. Now that's a bit much. But I'm looking at about a 45 minute wedding with music that'll clip along but make it worth the time to buy the dress and rent the tuxes. Oh and as they say "Kiss the Bride" the trumpents from the "The Medal Ceremony" will blare we'll be introduced and off we go down the aisle man and wife.

All right, your moment of ZEN while I go back to sleep.

:: Matt 7:30 AM [+] ::
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For Those of Your who are Wondering

Why I havent' posted this time?

http://www.pvponline.com/archive.php3?archive=20030706
It's a week long comic and that's what I'm doing... there making fun of me but that's okay.... It's what I'm doing! I can't stop I WILL be a Bounty Hunter.

Moment of Zen
:: Matt 3:19 PM [+] ::
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I'm not really worried about it.

But people think I should be.

But I'm not.

Matt, what the hell are you talking about?

I'll tell you. In 2 months and 19 days I turn thirty. And it's not that big a deal. My soul isn't going to be crushed. Yes, I agreed I'm not working in my chosen profession and that I party like a rock star with 24 year olds and 19 year old girls have crushes on me.

Perhaps I don't care cause... your only as old as you feel. And part of the beauty of working with youngsters is you feel young.

19 year old girls wanting to make out with you makes you feel good as well I should add. Increases the size of my ego.

But uh... you know I'm moving. When I make the inevitable move in September I'll be set on a path to better improve that job situation.

So I''ll probably be 33 by the time I have my first kid. So I'll be 50 by the time he/she's in college. 60 by the time the last one hits.

But it's okay. By then I'll be rich and we won't have to worry that my life is hard. I'll have lots o' cash and time to relax. I'll live long. Cause I relaxed.

I had a women sit at my bar yesterday. She was turning thirty. She was really sad about it. I told her I'm turnig thrity soon and she said to me... "Yeah, but with men you just grow distinguished."

I said, "Good, I always wanted to be distinguished."

So yay, I guess I am. Your moment of Zen.
:: Matt 12:48 PM [+] ::
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