Happy New Years!!!.............fuckers............

Well. in just under eight hours me and my homies will be welcoming in the New Year with high fives, butt slaps, and toasts. I can say to them at 11:59, "See you next year!" and then moments later truthfully say, "Whoah! Haven't seen seen you since last year, dogg!" and then everyone will laugh and say, "That MattyP is a silly bitch....." and they will probably be right. But amidst all the hooplah and whoopdie-doo, I will be maintaining a tradition that I started years ago: I will think back on all the unexpected, shocking, and sometimes sad developments that no one expected when they eagerly counted down the seconds and wished all their friends, "A Happy New Year." It's the sort of thing you don't think about much when you're young - at least I didn't. There just wasn't that much going on in my life back in the day. But think about this last year for a minute: how much has changed since January 1st 2005? I'm not talking necessarily on a national level (who the hell expected parts of the US would be completely destroyed in a series of freak hurricanes?) but on more of a personal level. How much has your life changed? Have you made some awesome friends that you can't imagine your life without? Have lost some awesome friends you couldn't have imagined your life without? Did you move to a new town full of new people? Change majors? Change religions? These are just things that no one expected to happen but that drastically change our lives within a mere 365 days. It's a sobering and sometimes very saddening thought for me and I wonder, "What new changes will this year bring? Do I want any changes? And will I be ready those which are inevitable?" On that note: Happy Holidays Bitches!! Peace...

Well, well fuckers.....

Well not much has changed here in the blogging world - everyone's still hoping everyone will read about their shitty lives and laugh/cry/relate with them. So I thought I might as well re-enter the world, seeing as I haven't written in months. I guess I was just waiting for just the right thing to piss me off and inspire me to make other people pissed off too. I found it. As I try to communicate here, please forgive me if I make no sense. I am ver-ver tired.
Recently I created a My Space profile. This is mostly due to the fact that I have way too much fucking time on my hands so I spend it getting to know people I will never meet or ever really get to know. This makes me feel like a dog chasing his tail - not as if I'm chasing something I will never catch but just like a fucking idiot. So.... moments ago as I was browsing the My Space world looking for new and better ways to make My Space more appealing to my on-line friends, I went to the only My Space site that sports Eminem songs and videos. (At least I thought there would be songs, but it turns out there is jsut videos...... end of that story....) It was pics of Em and his albums and the story of his sad child, blah, blah, blah and eventual rise to fame. What caught me off guard was the hundreds and hundreds of women - a few men too - thanking Eminem for accepting them as My Space "friends" and adding them to his friends list....... ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?????? Are there actually that many stupid shit-heads in the world that think Eminem set up a My Space account and spends the hours it would take to browse through these thousands of friend requests and select the ones he personally thinks are cool???????? Holy shit! Sorry nerds!!! I have a feeling Mr Mathers is a little too busy touring the fuckin nation and screwing every beautiful bitch (that you can't have) to bother setting up a fucking My Space account just so he can choose you to be his friend! What's even more idiotic is the fact that some hopeless moronic fuck-heads are actually giving out their phone numbers and telling Eminem that they are his biggest fan and that they tell all their homies about him - cuz I guess he needs the free publicity - and that someday they are going to be on TV with him. OMG! Like Eminem is sitting at home glued to his computer screen like, "Holy shit! This guy is my biggest fan? And he says he's going to be on TV! Tell's all his homies about me? Now way! What a stud! I love this guy! I hope he gives me some way to get in touch - holy shit! His phone number! Yes!! Jackpot!! Kiss my ass Dre! I've got a new bff now mutha-sucka!!"
I highly, highly doubt it. Sorry to burst your rapping bubble fo shizzle Em Jr but I don't think you're wet-dream will be calling any time soon. I gotta go to bed. Peace.