For the record: this is a fake journal associated with the Must Be Pop universe. I am not Matthew McConaughey and I have no affiliation with Matthew McConaughey. I'm down with semagic, so add me and I'll add you back. It's not necessary to comment. However, once a journal hits six weeks, I ban_set them, so if you come back after dying and you want ( Read more... )

I had to say this. Congratulations to myself for procreating. Let's hope I don't name it after beer like my brother did. Ajdsfhjdsfhjkidfk goodbye.

"Matt," she begins. I hate it when people call me Matt. My name is Matthew. I hate her. Her fingernails are talons, long and pink and I think I see the glint of rhinestones. Her eyebrows are crayoned on too dark to be natural, fat and crooked like caterpillars. I think her hair is fake-- at least part of it. It looks too full in the back, and the ( Read more... )

It was Sunday, I think, just days after everything had happened. I was missing him, although I'd been doing that ever since I'd left. What can I say, I'm very bad about these things. Just ask Sandra Bullock, a very sweet young lady who I took out for dinner one Valentine's Day and gave the "I just want to be friends" speech over dessert. I'm not ( Read more... )

I was nudged something like thirty-six times last night. Luke Wilson, this one goes out to you. Amelia Warner, you'll get yours eventually, but this one has the Willie Nelson song about gay cowboys, and I thought it was more apropos to pick the gay Texan, I don't know ( Read more... )

I was on Oprah yesterday. I'm usually horrible in interviews, which is why I didn't tell anybody but Zach that I was going to be on, and I was. Somewhere between me forcing Oprah to take a shot of tequila with me, reaffirming my no deodorant policy, my announcement that I'd like fourteen children, and my pickle and ice fixations, he probably should ( Read more... )

In the McConaughey family, we have very few holiday traditions. We do the tree and the gift-giving, of course, but to call us unorthodox may be a bit of an understatement. We get a little bit ornery and a little bit restless. Out of my thirty-six years, I have always celebrated Christmas in Texas, and I don't know what I think I'm going to miss, ( Read more... )

Important Thing #1: The Failure To Launch trailer has been released. Right click it, save it. See it for Sarah Jessica Parker, all ten seconds of Zooey Deschanel, and/or gratuitous footage of my own personal toplessness ( Read more... )

You know something? This is the last place that I thought I would be. The original plan was to spend the duration of the past week in my trailer in a non-descript town and actually do some work for a change. I bought the trailer when I was doing promo for Sahara. Fortunately, the people that I keep in my inner circle are honest enough to tell me ( Read more... )

First of all, I'm sorry for making you wait for my answer.

You reminded me of Plato. You had never touched me and I was already familiar with your hands. I remembered kissing you when I'd never kissed you before. The day you came into my life, it felt as if you had never not been in it. Aristophanes would suggest that this acquaintance was ( Read more... )