Innocuous Myspace bulletin #2

This week on Matt Time:

Cooking advice:

It seems the more I spend on food, the more it disgusts me. Things like Burgerfuel and the gourmet pizzas at Hell used to be something of a treat. Now they leave me unsatisfied and almost slightly repulsed. I also hate having to decide what to eat, especially when you're just getting hungrier and more confused.

It is quite surprising that the most disgusting food available, Macdonald's or Pizza Hut, doesn't disgust me because I have already resigned to culinary poverty the moment i step foot in such a place to gorge on the filthy plastic "food" that is made there.

Except plastics a lot cleaner really. And nothing had to die.

Anyway I made a shitload of pasta sauce on saturday night. Not only is it yummier than anything I could buy, I only spent $40 and I've got like a bucket of the shit. Cooking is back. It's so back.

Next weekend I think I'll be making pies!!! shitloads of pies. If I keep going I can almost have yummy food all the time and probably save at least $100 a week. Any other ideas for yummy stuff you can make heaps of and freeze/save?

Cooking is sexy. Don't deny it.


Dating advice:

I'm great at dating advice. Feel free to sound off. I know every trick, I often use them and I know the counterstroke too.

I do have an annoying habit of reading an email, and then answering it later but I do get there in the end. Otherwise you can just elbow me in the ribs.

My dilemma this week is related to my automobile. I have a date lined up but my automobile is in no state for presentation. I keep kinda avoiding the issue, so my potential date has probably assumed I've lost interest when really I just need to find some time to fix my damn car so I don't look as if going round rear ending people is a hobby of mine, and I'm totally cool rolling with my bumper half hanging off.

first date, she may not sight the vehicle. But do we want to take that risk?

Career Advice:

I make good money at my job, which is great. I'm in marketing. I met a pretty girl last week who placed me basically one above japanese whalers when it came to vocational integrity. But I work in the music industry!

First thing back at work this morning. Another stressed out client freaking because basically - because I cant wave a wand and make them successful.

often, when things don't go well, it ends up being my fault. That's understandable. It's like I get paid well, but I have to have someone yell at me at least once a week. I hate being yelled at. It makes me feel like I'm a bad person.

Sometimes I just blame underlings. But afterall I'm sposed to be the boss, so there's no avoiding it really.

But if everything went right all the time and I couldn't turn around without making somebody famous and somebody else rich, my job would probably be even more stressful.

I'm seriously considering giving myself a demotion. Less money for less stress would be good. Except the whole less money thing. I like money.

Story

The other night my best friend from primary school came round.

I was really glad to see him. I always remembered he was such a funny guy.

He was drunk and in despair. His band had broken up.

I told him that when our dreams let us down, we have to embrace the reality of who we truly are.

He said he hated himself and he wanted to die.

I told him he had two babies and there was no way that was happening.

He told me the revolution was really coming. He told me he wanted to take his babies away.

I only want to enjoy whats left of life whether it's mine, whether it's the planet, whether it's the universe.

Embrace yourself while you can.

And then he stood up, he was leaving, and with him went some notes and change I'd left out turned from my pockets where he had sat.

I wondered what it meant. It meant he found another reason to hate himself, another reason to put one drunken foot in front of the other descending into self sympathy.

Today I had a kebab. I find it hard to find food that doesn't disgust me but I endured it anyway. I saw him in a shoot for Karen Walker. He's a model you know.

He always got the girls.