Hello, I am Matt. I have a habit of leaving this place and coming back. Don't know how long I'll end up staying this time, but living in New York isn't good for my wallet. I spose I'm just biding my time back in my hometown before some whirlwind adventure sweeps me off my feet once more. Or something like that.

I dunno how many of you dudes I'm actually gunna know, or if any of my old chums are still hanging around. Wouldn't surprise me if they were. Those deadbeat scums. Just kidding. I've grown up a bit, not much but a bit. It's kind of inevitable. Lately I've just been floating around ya know.. going with the flow.. I've been trying to get a music career started playing in bars and crap like that but it doesn't bring in the cash. During the day I'm a builder. I build shit. Yeah I build walls of shit.

While I've been gone I've had a string of casual relationships, I guess if you fuck up young then there's not much hope for ya. I haven't met anyone that really floats my boat, it's a hard boat to float. I think it might be full of holes. Alright fuck the metaphors, I'm obviously still a lame ass. Oh this town.

I have some fond memories and some memories I'd rather shove up my mom's vagina, however now I'm back let's make some new ones! That was gay.

I'm stopping before I turn into a string of fucking Christmas lights.

Catch me on aim if ya wanna: matt yeah ok

whatever