Its been a while since I updated this piece, thought Matt sitting down to his computer, my avid fans are probably crying out there for something new, something fresh. "Fuck that," Matt said aloud, "I'm going out." Grabbing a sweatshirt, Matt headed over to his friend's room in Livingston for some pre-gaming. Thirteen shots of absolute later Matt ( Read more... )

It was another typical morning for matt. He woke up well before the sun arose and went to crew practice so that chicks will totally dig him one day (after he reaches puberty obviously cause right now they're gross), showered, got ready for class... and this is where we find our hero currently, preparing himself for hell. Nothing can compare to ( Read more... )

Its been a while, thought Matt, as he sat in front of his laptop. Stretching his arms, Matt began typing his day's adventures on to his awesome live journal. It all began this morning, when Matt awoke to his computer screen flashing, "Wake up Neo." Matt was most peeved, the man was trying to get him down again! He typed back, "neo is on ( Read more... )

The evil doctor strapped Matt to the chair, tightening the rough leather around his wrists and ankles, cutting off circulation. The drugs were wearing off and Matt was able to struggle a little. "Don't move you little punk," shouted the doctor, removing evil looking surgical equipment from her black bag. Her statement was completely pointless ( Read more... )

blah blah blah blah....Matt felt like he was in prison as the three evil prison guards ruthlessly verbally abused him. They continued to scream and shriek, berating Matt for simply existing. What was this poor man to do in this situation? He looked around his holding cell, he was trapped, there was no way out and the three guards were definitely ( Read more... )

Courses had begun at Suny Geneseo and Matt trudged unhappily through the waist high snow to get his money's worth. He had seriously considered becoming a bum, hitch hiker, and dolphin but had to realize that all those careers end in sad, lonely futures. Not wanting to be too emo in his journal entries Matt quickly changed course because people ( Read more... )

Matt gripped his chair tightly as his father flew down the highway dangerously weaving in and out of traffic. Seconds behind, six patrol cars with sirens blaring and lights flashing, continued to chase the oblivious New York City Driver. Matt didn't even attempt to distract his father lest he turn his attention further from the road and end their ( Read more... )

There's one thing that Niskayuna offers, thought Matt, and that is plenty of time to update my livejournal which is only like the most important thing in my life right now! Matt had decided that livejournal, read by friends and stalkers alike, needed to be protected and upheld, much like thefacebook. These online gimmicks, although wastes of time ( Read more... )

How Young Yoon saved Commercialized Christmas ( Read more... )

Matt and his friends, Young Yoon and Russell Stein, were sitting at his kitchen table pondering on what to do. When these three actually think about something, which they rarely do, things get done. I suppose this is why they think so infrequently. The purpose of their pondering was completely unnecessary however because these three were in ( Read more... )