Woah corny.
I really haven't done this in a while, which is upsetting. Cause this is starting out like every other blog that hasn't been updated in a while - with an appology. Also, this is starting out like every "blog that's started out like everyone else's blog" blog, - with an explanation of how it's like everyone else's blog. So there - now it's not like everyone else's.
[enter large paragraph of me telling which relatives are coming in for this fiasco. i really did type it, but you know what, you don't give a shit. let me continue as if i had not deleted that paragraph.]
So that's what's going down. congrats to you that made it through that paragraph, by the way.
So uh, eh - hold on. Blowing the nose once again. (in the original paragraph above, i explained how I had been blowing my nose a lot in the last few minutes. the blowing continues, obviously)
Ahh, i feel better.
Claire came down and surprised me at work yesterday. It was a really nice surprise. I was just chillin on a bench, and i finsihed my lunch really fast, and so i called her to say hi. And then she told me she was on her way to come see me! "fantastic!" i said. Anyway, so instead of eating lunch, we just sat there on the bench, and just talked. i mean, we kissed a bit and such (not too much), but not enough for my coworker (kinda) to ask me if i was inspecting her tonsils. definitely not.
So you know what i feel bad about - Woah (no sarah, that's how i spell it), total brainfart. In the time it took me to look up, realize i needed to put something in parenthesis above, i forgot what i feel bad about. oh well - i guess i can tell you i feel bad about forgetting what i was going to say there.
something is fishy. i can't get on the internet. i'm still typing on this webeiste, but the actual internet isn't working. [walks in back room. unplugs cable modem. plugs in cable modem. walks back to computer] nope, still not working. crap. alright, i'll finish this thing up now, cause i've got some troubleshooting to do.
[on the bottle of vitamin water:]
Active Ingredients: See contents on side of bottle.
Inactive Ingredients: See contents on couch.
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6 comments:
wow...that was really confusing matt. You need to think about what you're going to say before you type this shit. (I appreciate you telling us about your sneezing fits though...b/c we all care).
i'm glad you liked me surprising you! it was fun! and fuck your co-workers! they're all just too fat to get any =)
lol, that's horrible claire!!! (although, true - they are too fat to get any. except the really fat lady. her husband really likes butt sex.)
you know what steve, i don't really care what you think. so eat that, oedipus.
yeah dude, did you rellay need an entire post to tell us that you deleted what you were going to say because we wouldn't care?
I would have rather read about your family members than a really fat lady whose husband likes butt sex...
oh, and your use of the word "fantastic" is gay
oedipus fucked his mother. therefore you are a "mother fucker."
yeah dude, even for you, that was pretty disorganized. i ended up re-reading the whole thing just to make sure i didn't miss anything important, but to no avail. maybe you should post drunk next time, i bet it would make more sense...
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