seems like i don't remember what life was like before the olympics. not that i've been particularly into them or anything. but they've been on non-stop. they're on now. they we're on before. they're gonne be on later, too. what's life gonna be like when they're gone ( Read more... )

y'know. it's weird. i look at my fingers as they type this *shit*, and they look so muscular. i'm not even bragging. i jus, i look at them, and they look really fricken muscular. i dunno, maybe that's a sign of the times or something ( Read more... )

admittedly, when its bad, its really bad.

but, and maybe this is just a matt-needs-to-like-being-in-love-less type of thing, but, when it's good, its unbeatable.

i was just listening to david gray and these particular lines kind of summed up the past couple months for me:

tomorrow girl i'll buy you chips ( Read more... )

it used to be that this kind of mood was something you could fix.

now its something we created.

i cant seem to stop crying.

ADAM. JUST. FARTED. IN. FRONT. OF. ME.

jessica would say this is huge.

and i would tend to agree.

im gonna go ahead and pat myself on the back.

good job last night, matt.

what justjustine and kickthatpuppy said.

i think i'd like to feel empty in a full kind of way.

i keep having to wish that im so many things im not.