bruiserboy

Ugh. i feel like crap today. Mind you not because of anything fun I did last night. My friends forgot it was my birthday and went to Boston without me. Boy was I thrilled.
No, this the kind of crappiness that comes from sinus pressure and lack of caffine. Its felt like perpetual 7am since I woke up.
Oh well. I think I'll spend the...
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Thank you all for the birthday wishes.

I have a new test up at friend test.com. thsin week, the test is "My date with Matt The Bruiserboy".
Click on the link at the bottom of my profile ofrc opy the link below and see how you do.

http://bruiserboy.friendtest.com.

Autumn is coming, and soon fields of rippling yellow agony (goldenrod, to which I am allergic) will be replaced with that strange, ethereal light filtered through falling leaves, and the faint smell of smoke carried on a crisp wind. It revitalizes me after the long, hot, humid, lonely summer months. Night grows longer, and I am driven to wander under the stars. I first fell...
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Since my entire family was home for the firdt time in months, we decided to celebrate my birthday a week early and went out for japanese. I got a sashimi platter. Mmmm raw octopus....

So my sister, Kate, came home from Mexico and El Paso last night. She brought me a cool little day of the dead lunch box. No switchblade though. Oh well.
My brother's also home for the weekend. He just sort of showed up last night when I got home from watering Kate's plants.
No plans as of yet for this lovely saturday afternoon, although i...
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the king is fucking dead, fat man on his throne, dead in his piss, thats how Im gonna go

A friend of mine posted a tirade on his Live Journal about the hooplah surrounding the 25th anniversary of the King. In some ways I agree with him. He died 25 years ago today, bloated and strung out, straining on the can. He made himself a...
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Does anyone even read my posts?

-LePage-
Its hot tonight in the city of sticks,
the flies circle, feed and suckle,
garbage rots on the roadside,
and rubber souls roast on the black top
I sit on my roof, sipping cold ale,
wishing I were there next to you,
or ignorant enough to be content
with life in a dead New England town
I can smell the tar from the roadwork,...
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Sometimes life frustrates the hell out of me.

The Bruisersister is in Mexico and El paso texas this week. Hopefully she will finally get me that switchblade i've been pestering her about for years.

*flash back to August 24th, 1985*
EVERYONE: Happy sixth birthday Matt!
MATT: Aww you guys shouldnt have...
KATE: Open my gift first!!
MATT: Okay.... *unwraps gift* Optimus Prime? A transformer... What the fuck is this!! I wanted a switchblade!...
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Who can take a blue sky, and turn it into gray?
Who can take a rainbow, and tell it that its lame?
Who can take a holiday and make it awkward and traumatic?
Who can take a simple pleasure like skipping stones and make it automatic?
The bruiserboy can....
The bruiserboy can....
the bruiserboy can because he mixes it with spite and makes the world...
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