Learning of life and LOLZ

Some bitches are all "I just dont have the time to write"

2009-11-05T20:54:00.000+10:00

And they're wrong.
You see, I wake up at 5am every day to prepare for work, leaving before 6am
I arrive home at 7:30ish, most nights. sometimes later.

By the time I stave off hunger by eating my foods, and stave off my hereditary heart disease with exercise, it is past 9pm, easily.
Babies who get home at 6 can suck my balls.

The rest of my evening is spent talking to girls, and searching for a job so I can spend more money, both on girls and bicycles, and also be one of those cry babies who gets home at 6pm.

It's not so bad, I'm enjoying the time I get to spend reading, and I sort of enjoy having a job that I can focus on and try hard at.

Kind of like these kids:

This kind of person gets major respext from me, because regardless of how "shitty" there job is, and how low paid it is, if someone loves doing it, they are a complete success.

Unfortunately I'm not that kind of person, I need perks, privileges, and shallow monetary benefits for my time.
I wish I could be more like these people, though. if only it paid over 50k and was 10minutes from my house. *sigh*

When things look up:

2009-10-30T21:28:00.002+10:00

Right now I'm listening to "This will destroy you" they're my favourite band without a singer.

Electric guitars, Electric bass and drums... no singer. It's good background music because it sounds good, yet doesnt distract me :D

So today I was contacted by some girl about a house in Oxley.
So after I "shod" my "trick ride" (read: Free from Shayne) with "cheap tyres" tomorrow, I'm checking out this place.
Then if its ok, Sunday will be spent MOVING MY SHIT OUT OF MUMS HOUSE, FOR THE THIRD TIME!!!!
Go team Matt. (The team changed ever since it dropped Alaric and Chloe)

I love living out of home, and yet for various reasons, I've only spent 50% out of mums house over the last 5 years.
It's been a long series of personal failures on my part.
But it looks like I've finally fixed my shit, and problem A) will be fixed soon, with B through to GAMMA due to follow suit.

I still miss Alaric, the fuckwit from Korea, who won some money for taking shitty moving pictures of some slopes building a bridge out of rattan or some shit. congrats man.

Apparently I'm in trouble for accidentally stalking women on facebook again. I dont call it stalking, I call it productivity. it's an internet reflex: read everything and POST POST POST!!!

But seriously, I really need to control my facebook problem. I talk too much to people I dont really know, and I read everyones stuff all the time, it both kills conversation, and starts creepy conversations where I already know half of peoples shit before I say something. And when you dont see the person daily, its REALLY WEIRD.

Like, for instance, the time I noticed one of my friends went from "in a relationship" to "single", I sent her my sympathies, a poem about moving on, etc etc. I think I tripped off her "guy hitting on me - o - meter" Which makes sense, because I hadnt talked to her for like 2 months while she was "in a relationship" according to the facebook.

I was just trying to help, which is so matthew right now, but I guess I just creeped her out, which, also, is SO MATTHEW RIGHT NOW.

Pai mori, out!

Alaric doesn't like the colour!

2009-10-29T21:47:00.000+10:00

This is my best friend Alaric;

He doesn't actually look like this in the slightest.

<- This is Alaric, the fucken awesome sacker of Rome.

Alaric my friend is the squishy photographer who bailed on Australia to hang out in Korea with his woomen. He likes robots, photography, bicycles when convenient, and ratting on people's belts.

Alaric sees how awesome and unique I am. 50% of the time.
The rest of the time he's the only person with the balls to tell me I fail at life and need to try harder to be a mans. He'll probably kick my e-nutz after reading this for how poorly written all this up in heer be trippin.

Behold the pearly Alaric wisdom:
" fag
anyway, post that shit on your sit
site...
actually, you know you could probably just make a blog with selections of our msn cons"

And its' true, a lot of my funniest material involves the old boy. with his massif jowls.
Jowls are the fatty bits between the chin and neck, as far as I can tell. Not sure right now.

So anyway, on the colour pink:

"Not that I hate pink or anything. But it says either A: Im gay or B: ive got some kinda issues that make ne need this pink shit
anwyay my point is, its not gonna be pink"

In response to my facebook post:

"Matthew Pye Dear obese Caboolture People. The guy in pink bicycle lycra is tougher than you. fucking deal with it and move on with your lives."

Which is true, I did deserve the big fat caboolture man honking and swerving to kill me, as I was wearing pink lycra at the time. Perhaps I suprised him by bashing the ute cabin with my fist and daring him to come out and fight in from of the police station.

The other hidden part of people wearing pink:
It means they're confident enough to not care if you want to bear them up.

As a whole though, I should probably buy non-pink lycra, just so that i both have new shiny lycra, and also dont come across the 1 guy in caboolture that can beat me up.

The new one

2009-10-29T20:54:00.000+10:00

So this will be the new blog.

The first blog was all "Hey, I'm full of reminders of why MattyP sucks so hard, and show him crying and getting angry, and then talking about bicycles"

And so then I'm all "reset, bitches"

This one'll have some structure.
Every day, something will happen. There'll be research, photos, everything!

'Cept for today, unless I manage to pump something out.

Tomorrow will be, I think, a rant on my love of homous.

I'll be drunk off my face, so it should turn into a good rant about the middle east somehow.
I'm not sure if I should go with my Jewish heritage, or go with the popular "I hate the Jewzzzz" internet speak.