Fuck, I gotta get to work!
It's nearing the end of 2006, and I was just looking back through my blogs from this year to do a reflective "Matt's Funniest Posts from 2006" blog, and this is the best I could come up with:
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"Contemplation" - MAY 30th, 2006
I visited Grandpa at the graveyard again today. It's been 6 months today, but I'm still not used him being gone. I wake up every morning and rush over to the den, expecting to see him there in his lazy boy reclining chair, his face covered in Cheerios, watching Maury Povich. Oh god it hurts so much. Maury's on, but nobody's home...
Mom is worried about me, says I look like a skeleton. I've lost 60 pounds. My ribs stick out. I think maybe it's the antipsychotics. Yesterday my boss gave me a light punch on the shoulder, and I had to be rushed to the emergency room due to massive internal bleeding. The doctor asked me why I was sweating so much, and I told him it's not sweat, it's tears.
Life is so futile. We just spin around in a meaningless whirlwind until suddenly we evaporate, like vapors on the Sierra Madre, barely remembered by the ones we love most.
I asked Rudy, my teddy bear, if he'd miss me when I was gone. He didn't reply.
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"Contemplation" - MAY 30th, 2006
I visited Grandpa at the graveyard again today. It's been 6 months today, but I'm still not used him being gone. I wake up every morning and rush over to the den, expecting to see him there in his lazy boy reclining chair, his face covered in Cheerios, watching Maury Povich. Oh god it hurts so much. Maury's on, but nobody's home...
Mom is worried about me, says I look like a skeleton. I've lost 60 pounds. My ribs stick out. I think maybe it's the antipsychotics. Yesterday my boss gave me a light punch on the shoulder, and I had to be rushed to the emergency room due to massive internal bleeding. The doctor asked me why I was sweating so much, and I told him it's not sweat, it's tears.
Life is so futile. We just spin around in a meaningless whirlwind until suddenly we evaporate, like vapors on the Sierra Madre, barely remembered by the ones we love most.
I asked Rudy, my teddy bear, if he'd miss me when I was gone. He didn't reply.
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