EVERYBODY KEEP 'EM PEELED.

I hung one of my favorite shirts out to dry on a fence out side my work.
and when i went back to check it, it was gone. some punk kids mustuv swiped it.
so keep a look out for a stupid kid in a red and grey striped shirt with a collar and two buttons.
like waldo.

if you see it, just play it cool like, "oh, nice shirt."
and then he'll be like, "thanks, i totally found it on a fence and blah blah"
and throw him in a trash can and deliver it to my house.
thanks.

NOT TODAY AND MAYBE TOMORROW
come one and all.
at Rosi's house. (Near Sam's house)
byob.

doing livejournal from work. oh what a world we live in.
men reading fashion magazines. oh what a world my parents gave me.
staight men. oh what a world.

carc
chess
carc
diagonal chess
broke down and had to start throwing strawberries at each other.

i wanted to try carca-chess but ben wouldnt have it.

that ate up most of the day.

did you call me?
anyway
velvet teen show? at the pheonix on december 1st
you know whats up.
so are you going to be around?
lets freakin go.

its matts birthday today.
Happy birthday day matt!
you're twenty-one years old.
have fun tonight. or even this afternoon.
you are super neat. and it ought to be celebrated.

i miss all yall.
i feel mondo wierd right now.
in goodish way.
the post nap daze.
today i discovered that theres no footballs at camp.
i guess that shit aint kosher.

Well I am 400 dollars richer but I am out one wonderful little car.  It's been a very good four years with you little red car.  You've been stubborn but helpful.  Hard to turn the steering wheel but hardly lethargic.  You've taken me to concerts and parties and headlands.  You've housed reunions, cuddles, sex, drunkenness.  You've carried some of the best people I've known my  entire life.   Pour one for a homie ladies and gentleman. 

R.I.P. The Rouge Bitch

-matt

where the fuck are you guys? mountain dwelling fart lumps.