Exclamation Moint wrote:
Didnt he have an embarrassing blog post or something where he basically confessed to being a lazy douche and treating his GF like shit?
OK, Here's his oldy but goody:
Hello friends...last I spoke with you I poured all of my thoughts out on the CSWebio.com fiasco that really kicked me in the sack region and has me spending a lot of time at home during the middle of the day. Nearly a month has passed, so I decided it's time for an update. Now, my ego is not quite big enough for me to think that you reading this cares too much about what's going on in the day to day happenings of one Matt Weber, but at least it gives me something to do in the afternoons and I can vent a little bit on the shit that's going on in what you people call the "real world." So as some famous guy would say..."Sit back, relax, and..." I can't remember.
I've had a job since I was 14 years old. That means for nearly twelve years I've felt that overwhelming sense of depression that engulfs you...you know what I'm talking about. It's usually on a Sunday evening, right about when the show "60 Minutes" comes on. Oh yeah. Just thinking about it is making you sick isn't it? It's when you realize that the weekend is over, and it's back to that repetitive shit hole that we call "work." Everyone has felt it before, most people feel it their entire lives. Whenever anyone asks me, "So, is there a positive that has come out of you losing your job and that whole situation?" That's my answer. I never feel that sense of dread on Sunday evenings after a great weekend that I'm sure you'll be feeling. The problem is (and all of you unemployed people reading this know what I'm talking about), you feel that dread Monday thru Friday from 9am to 5pm.
I've been staying with my girlfriend since all of this went down. She lives in Villa Park (west suburbs) and it's been kind of nice just getting away for a bit. She pays for the groceries and it's allowing me to kind of stay afloat until I land back on my feet. Naturally, I try to help out around the house in return, but guys: if you've ever wondered what it feels like to NOT be the man in you're relationship...lose your job. You may as well completely remove your genitalia and just follow your significant other around. And it's not her fault, but that's just the way it is until you start bringing money back in. Don't have any opinions, don't give any input, just quietly agree to do whatever she asks and be sure to NOT do all of the annoying shit that you used to do to piss her off (but made you a man) because you've got NO legs to stand on. I make the bed everyday (I had never made a bed in my life), I clean around the house including: dishes, laundry, vacuuming, etc. (please kill me), and I cook every night unless SHE wants to go out for dinner (I order a salad). What have I learned? Housewives have it easy as shit. Don't ever let a stay at home mom tell you that what she does everyday is a job. Housework is not a job. That shit is easy as hell.
Growing up I was always into music. Now, whenever you ask somebody that you're on a date with, "So, what are your interests?" Inevitably they'll answer, "Music", at least in their top 5 responses. I know everyone likes music, but I loved music. If you truly LOVE music, then you don't like what's played on Top 40 Radio. Also, you're always embarrassed when people talk about the stuff that they're into, because you've never heard of it. POP music isn't popular to someone who is actually into music. When people say that they love rap, rock, country, or r&b, yet they list artists such as Jay-Z, Dave Matthews Band, Kenny Chesney or Mary J. Blige. Then they don't like any of those genres...they simply like POP. Example: You ask somebody,"So, what's your favorite kind of music?" And they say, "Rock & Roll" and you say, "What's your favorite bands?" and they reply, "Daughtry, Disturbed, Nickelback and 3 Doors Down." That shit isn't rock and roll. There's nothing rebellious, or original, or daring about any of those bands. That garbage is pumped out by music factories and on to the radio stations for all of the un-rebellious, un-original and un-daring to enjoy. And they do, but don't let them tell you that they truly LOVE music. I digress. So I was deeply into music and played in a lot of bands. We did some traveling and had a lot of fun, but didn't make much money and ended up going to school/work and gave up on the dream. (BTW, we played all original songs...if you want to know how I feel about most cover bands, read how I feel about Top 40 Music again.) I've never lost that desire to do music though. I used to play bass and sing, but now I pretty much just write songs on acoustic guitar. I've been doing a lot of that lately, and last week I wrote three songs that I'm really proud of. I think I'm going to take advantage of this free time and do some more writing and then record them. Maybe I'll play some shows. If anyone is into recording or knows of some good studio prices, email me. I'm very interested.
Well, I've done a lot of rambling but I've had a good time writing this. I think I've pretty much summed up what I've been doing for the past month or so. A lot of cleaning, being void of a nutsack, playing songs...all with a tinge of alcohol. I think I'm going to try and write at least 3 times a week, so if you've enjoyed any of this, tell a friend.
Today I've been listening to the new split EP by Brian Fallon and Chuck Ragan. It's fairly great. My drinks of choice: Miller High Life, ice cold in a bottle with a shot of Tullamore Dew Whiskey. It's the all-star break, so I'll dive deep into sports in the next entry. Contact me on facebook or in the comments section of this blog. Peace The F.
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