I haven't done a lot since we spoke.
I hung out with a lot of people I haven't seen in a long time.
I took part in an improv folk band. It got pretty retarded near the end.
We recorded 19 tracks in four hours. And I think I might have ruined my throat.
And what little artistic credibility I might have.
But damnation, it was fun.

I also went clubbing with some people from college.
I do not understand people's attraction to "clubbing."
I could understand if "clubbing" meant you went out and beat the shit out of people and cars with sticks and clubs. That would be awesome.
But like, going to clubs is fucking lame.
Or at least, going to clubs in Alabama is butt fucking lame.
It's like a high school dance with worse music and botched fake tits.
If clubs were full of awesome people (and not frat boys) and instead of T. Pain, the DJ played Defiance, Ohio or the Thermals... I'd be there every night.
I just stood back and laughed at r-tards with my friend, Dakota.
Maybe I am just programmed to not like clubbing due to the fact that I don't like giant jirating groups of people.
It was patently retarded, but other than that... the weekend was smooth.

Who the fuck gave Denise Richards a TV Show?
Bad Hollywood, bad!

This blog was taken (almost) word for word for this blog:
heyworldareyoulistening.blogspot.com
It gets pretty retarded over there.

matthewc.

"...I'm not into making excuses
and I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless..."
-Dillinger Four

I haven't done a lot since we spoke.
I hung out with a lot of people I haven't seen in a long time.
I took part in an improv folk band. It got pretty retarded near the end.
We recorded 19 tracks in four hours. And I think I might have ruined my throat.
And what little artistic credibility I might have.
But damnation, it was fun.

I also went clubbing with some people from college.
I do not understand people's attraction to "clubbing."
I could understand if "clubbing" meant you went out and beat the shit out of people and cars with sticks and clubs. That would be awesome.
But like, going to clubs is fucking lame.
Or at least, going to clubs in Alabama is butt fucking lame.
It's like a high school dance with worse music and botched fake tits.
If clubs were full of awesome people (and not frat boys) and instead of T. Pain, the DJ played Defiance, Ohio or the Thermals... I'd be there every night.
I just stood back and laughed at r-tards with my friend, Dakota.
Maybe I am just programmed to not like clubbing due to the fact that I don't like giant jirating groups of people.
It was patently retarded, but other than that... the weekend was smooth.

Who the fuck gave Denise Richards a TV Show?
Bad Hollywood, bad!

This blog was taken (almost) word for word for this blog:
heyworldareyoulistening.blogspot.com
It gets pretty retarded over there.

matthewc.

"...I'm not into making excuses
and I'll die the day I find I'm fucking useless..."
-Dillinger Four