Loving Support
So with Rusty dead, I couldn't help but feel even more depressed than I already was. I'd like to thank everyone who gave me more than the over-stated "well, he was an old dog so..." which wasn't really helping me feel any better. The other comments and messages I received helped me a lot, thanks. I was feeling a lot better until I checked my myspace after Becca had left me a very thoughtful message and let me know that she was thinking of me. By the way, Becca and I used to have lunch at the cafe at RIC every day and we'd go out pretty dern often, she was here in '04 when the Red Sox won the world series and she's been out of state for school for a while. She's visiting this week so I look forward to seeing her. Anyways, about 5 minutes after I get her comment it was followed up by my brother-in-law, the infamous Jo-Jo, who has these kind words for me in my time of grief:
"Matt...I just read your blog thingy. Dude your a nut case. Your a poser EMO kid that lives in a big house, with rich parents. You don't pay any bills, college tuition, food, rent, car payment, insurance, fucking clothes for god sake. Stop fucking moping around like some depressed little asshole, and grow a set of balls. Mary Rose was a loser, she didn't drive, work, or eat human food. Get the FUCK over it, leave your parents dark basement and join us in the REAL world. Rusty was put down because he was suffering, sorry that inconvenienced your dark depressed life. But guess what it's not all that bad in the real world. Online friends are fake, like that girl becka...who nobody has even met. She didn't know Rusty...are you kidding me. Dude you never walked the dog, fed the dog, bathed the dog....now all of a sudden the dog was your best friend. I am sorry, because I know it is a hard thing, but get over it and don't BLAME your parents for "killing the dog". Listen to yourself...always blaming other people for your lack of social skills, maybe if you got out a little bit things would get better. Look at Mike for example...he was a lot like you are now, then he left the basement, and MAGIC, he is actually a really cool kid now. I know you have it in you, just open your eyes."
Did I mention Jo-Jo is 28 and just recently left the safety of his parents financial haven by moving into a condo that my parents basically paid for entirely? He's on his third leased car (because who wants to buy and own normal stuff when it's soooo much more impressive to rent expensive things and pretend you're rich while drowning in debt up to your eyeballs) and his unemployed ass hasn't worked in a year because he cut his fucking thumb open making some salsa or some shit and then as soon as that healed he fucked up his other thumb playing recreational baseball.
Anyway, after my last post I promised some folks that I'd post some puppy pictures of Rusty and little Matt. Here you are:
"Matt...I just read your blog thingy. Dude your a nut case. Your a poser EMO kid that lives in a big house, with rich parents. You don't pay any bills, college tuition, food, rent, car payment, insurance, fucking clothes for god sake. Stop fucking moping around like some depressed little asshole, and grow a set of balls. Mary Rose was a loser, she didn't drive, work, or eat human food. Get the FUCK over it, leave your parents dark basement and join us in the REAL world. Rusty was put down because he was suffering, sorry that inconvenienced your dark depressed life. But guess what it's not all that bad in the real world. Online friends are fake, like that girl becka...who nobody has even met. She didn't know Rusty...are you kidding me. Dude you never walked the dog, fed the dog, bathed the dog....now all of a sudden the dog was your best friend. I am sorry, because I know it is a hard thing, but get over it and don't BLAME your parents for "killing the dog". Listen to yourself...always blaming other people for your lack of social skills, maybe if you got out a little bit things would get better. Look at Mike for example...he was a lot like you are now, then he left the basement, and MAGIC, he is actually a really cool kid now. I know you have it in you, just open your eyes."
Did I mention Jo-Jo is 28 and just recently left the safety of his parents financial haven by moving into a condo that my parents basically paid for entirely? He's on his third leased car (because who wants to buy and own normal stuff when it's soooo much more impressive to rent expensive things and pretend you're rich while drowning in debt up to your eyeballs) and his unemployed ass hasn't worked in a year because he cut his fucking thumb open making some salsa or some shit and then as soon as that healed he fucked up his other thumb playing recreational baseball.
Anyway, after my last post I promised some folks that I'd post some puppy pictures of Rusty and little Matt. Here you are: