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Its been a while, thought Matt, as he sat in front of his laptop. Stretching his arms, Matt began typing his day's adventures on to his awesome live journal. It all began this morning, when Matt awoke to his computer screen flashing, "Wake up Neo." Matt was most peeved, the man was trying to get him down again! He typed back, "neo is on Southside, dumbasses. Stop leaving messages here." It was only 6 am and Matt did not want to be awake, especially since he'd had such a intense night, fighting dragons in yonder Geneseo hills. Matt also noticed that his roommate, Billie, had managed to mack it with 5 chicks, all of which decided to pile into his bed with him (it sounds impossible but he's such a pimp he can do it). Matt, pulling on his clothes or one of the girl's he wasn't sure which, put on his shoes and stepped into the hall. This just wasn't his day as five cops surrounded Matt and instantly began to beat him. Apparently "Neo" was dealing drugs still and the man still hadn't gotten that Neo lived on Southside. What was a man to do? Should Matt continue to suffer on this Sunday or should he just go back to the writhing orgy in his room? Forging onward, Matt decided that he'd seen enough naked limbs for a lifetime and decided he should become celibate. Obviously god, if he/she/it is out there (heaven/outer-space/my Television/my head) then he/she/it might possibly be mad with Matt on this day. What had he done? What hadn't he done? Why was Matt's luck so off today? Forgetting these useless questions that his hangover wouldn't allow his brain to process Matt tried to focus his journal. Failing miserably he decided to do the only thing left open to him. The end.
reality: It was an off day...
reality: It was an off day...