tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127655482011-06-08T06:25:26.858Zwatch the relationship of three good online friends deteriorate as they attempt to keep a joint blog.....Denisenoreply@blogger.comBlogger1231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1164058973553526782006-11-20T21:36:00.000Z2006-11-20T21:42:53.586Z

if you thought this blog couldn't get any more exciting, it doesn't get updated regularly. Which, dear readers, I know keeps you on the edge of your seats, pondering, "Hmm, when will it get written in next and by whom?"Crazy shit, I know. After all, I'm quite familiar with crazy shit. You want to see some crazy shit, melt down some crayons and drink the wax. Yeah, it tastes terrible. But you

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1151085824516110462006-06-23T18:03:00.000Z2006-06-23T18:03:44.563Z

I finally remembered my password!

Denisenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1150381537259250292006-06-15T14:24:00.000Z2006-06-15T14:26:41.136Z

last week was pornothis week was Baptist Collegeinternet jobs rock

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1142045108428541222006-03-11T02:44:00.000Z2006-03-11T02:45:08.446Z

and goodbye.When the field's wide open I'll take the horse with the biggest heart.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1138223178004151502006-01-25T21:05:00.000Z2006-01-25T21:06:18.226Z

Well, Matt, you're banned and I'm ignored. So I guess we see how we rate now. ;)

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1138146025652709992006-01-24T23:32:00.000Z2006-01-24T23:42:08.420Z

Its funny. Over the weekend I was banned from a popular message board. Apparently, a private message that I sent to somebody was read by the owner of the site. It was a private message, not public.The owner somehow stumbled upon this private message... a message that was probably apart of over a dozen PMs to another user. Just so happen that this exact message got flagged by a filter that the

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1137786296099691152006-01-20T19:43:00.000Z2006-01-20T19:44:56.126Z

Aint that a song?Yup sold down the river.. thats okay, hanging with guys is more fun... lol

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1137607751509859432006-01-18T18:05:00.000Z2006-01-18T18:09:11.546Z

It being my garage this time. Wouldn't you know that procrastinating in mortaring up the foundation would come around and bite me on the ass? We're two inches ahead on rainfall for the year and I'm pretty damn certain it's all running through my fucking garage. Last night I was digging checks in the lawn trying to divert all the water around it. The shovel and the mud reminded me of flood

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1137385335684232992006-01-16T04:11:00.000Z2006-01-16T04:22:15.713Z

Have you ever looked in the mirror, catching yourself off guard by not recognizing who you are looking at. More than a glance, you begin to stare. And the more you stare, you realize unconsciously you have frozen in time and your expression doesnt change, and you continue to look at this strange, seeing every curve, every facial feature... your eyes, your hair... and you begin to realize that you

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1137169239253785102006-01-13T16:20:00.000Z2006-01-13T16:20:39.280Z

sometimes life is full of hope most times that is all life is hoping for something more from all of this still ups go down frowns never turn around and the ones who love you the most let you down so far away at times i feel i need a plane to come home back to what could have been, would have been, should have been then all that goes away when i read the words from the one i love but those words

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1137080525121368832006-01-12T15:39:00.000Z2006-01-12T15:42:05.120Z

Where o' where has our ladyfriend gone, o' where o' where could she be?Although both me and Mrhill talk to her everyday. We miss our Den here on this blog. Will she come back?I worked my connections to have a poll go up on Microsoft's homepage. Go there now to vote whether Denise will return in 2006, or is she gone forever.We love you and miss you..Now for my real post.FUCK YOU DIRECTTV!

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1137023368996864302006-01-11T23:36:00.000Z2006-01-11T23:49:29.020Z

. . . it being my fucking driveway. We had so much friggin' rain lastnight it overran a 3 foot ditch and over the top of our driveway and back into the ditch. Unfortunately it was back to normal by the time 6:30 rolled around. =/So, on side of the mountain I get snow and a little rain all winter while on this side all I get is rain. And with copious amounts of rain you get 6 inches of mud

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1136936676842771302006-01-10T23:38:00.000Z2006-01-10T23:44:36.873Z

So who's gonna' help me on my free iPod scheme?I will keep beating this drum until I get an answer!Answer me this!!!!!!!okay, so anyways, um, what's been going on?I've been getting to play veterinarian on a horse. Last night she tried to kick me. We have a small river running through our backyard.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1134502800200515292005-12-13T19:39:00.000Z2005-12-13T19:40:00.220Z

I would buy you socks.... anything else is just too much cost considering our friendship.... which only ever consisted of cheap dates...

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1134424717506668552005-12-12T21:46:00.000Z2005-12-12T21:58:37.523Z

Anyone else ready for fucking December to be over with?I haven't heard anyone saying their December is going so unbe-fucking-lievably well that they wish it would last and last and last.Personally, I wish I could down a bunch of gin and tonic and sleep until fucking March. But I know I'd miss a bunch of stuff I don't want to.What do you want for Christmas?Me? five people to help me get a "free"

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1132349108991629012005-11-18T21:17:00.000Z2005-11-19T00:06:16.540Z

I'm tired. and whiny. and bitchy. and I don't feel like being here. and my eyes are all blurry from not wearing my glasses. And i'm sick.anyone want to join my pity party?I have a question: If you're having a large comedy festival to raise awareness about global warming would you have it in Las Vegas, where sprawl, water and electricity are thrown about like so much wasted tissue?Another

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1132166411645004762005-11-16T18:35:00.000Z2005-11-16T18:40:11.703Z

Try responding to this post. Add a comment. Then see if you've noticed anything different! ;)Oh- if you do any direct mail, I have a piece of advice for ya. Make sure the people you're mailing shit to actually like you and don't think you're a bunch of thieving, not-hearing bitches. I'm talking to you, Sea Sprite Inn.There's something random for you.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1130533515712561902005-10-28T21:04:00.000Z2005-10-28T21:05:15.816Z

Trick question? I dont see anything different..... besides this turning into a man blog... where's our lady at?

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1129667665183544972005-10-18T20:33:00.000Z2005-10-18T20:34:25.183Z

that should make someone happy?can you tell?

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1129667303938014482005-10-18T20:26:00.000Z2005-10-18T20:28:23.953Z

You know what cracks me up?lots of stuff. But right now it's the thought of Saddam Hussein eating Cheetos and Doritos. I wonder if he gets orange shit all over his beard?

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1129231304530155332005-10-13T19:20:00.000Z2005-10-13T19:21:44.530Z

the hollow is asleepwhile the sun silently paintsthe gray clouds with fire.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1128705291418910532005-10-07T17:13:00.000Z2005-10-07T17:14:51.430Z

If you happen to be checking this shit out, have a good weekend. =)Oh, Matt, your band playing this weekend?You're never, ever alone.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1128638303656257282005-10-06T22:37:00.000Z2005-10-06T22:38:23.656Z

the road split apartbreaking into many trailstaking me nowhere.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1128611538810797992005-10-06T15:11:00.000Z2005-10-06T15:12:18.816Z

it doesnt have to be it....

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1128024737212610692005-09-29T20:12:00.000Z2005-09-29T20:12:17.220Z

Is this it?

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1125499476412777192005-08-31T14:39:00.000Z2005-08-31T14:44:36.416Z

Sometimes it is easier spoken in a song,Alice in Chains - Down in a holeBury me softly in this wombI give this part of me for youSand rains down and here I sitHolding rare flowersIn her tomb...in bloomDown in a hole and I don't know if I can be savedSee my heart I've decorate like a graveYou don't understand who theyThought I was supposed to beLook at me now a manWho won't let himself bedown in a

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1125327389318894822005-08-29T14:55:00.000Z2005-08-29T14:56:29.323Z

First of all, let me apologize to Den for the subject line...Secondly, I didnt think anyone still used this fucking thing...:)

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1125011207978814162005-08-25T22:34:00.000Z2005-08-25T23:06:47.983Z

Sometimes, I look in the mirror and wonder how the hell I got here. Or there, rather. I'll go the fridge and think I should've went to the dryer instead. You don't put clothes in a refrigerator. Rather, you don't if you want them dry.But there's more to it than just my brain being broken. It's the questions we ask ourselves even when we've went where we meant to found exactly what we meant

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1124989776680435792005-08-25T17:08:00.000Z2005-08-25T22:34:24.763Z

400 horsesstir under a rusty hoodwaiting to gallop.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1124894083199316762005-08-24T14:25:00.000Z2005-08-24T14:34:43.203Z

REally, does anyone?Anyways, so I was watching Current for the first time last night, you know, Al Gore's "non-corporate" TV channel. I can't wait for the fucker to sell out.It's supposed to be viewer made programming with little "pods" and what not. Pods being little short shows that are somewhat boring. And pretentious. They're chock full of artsy adjectives to try and make whomever made it

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1124750577795911182005-08-22T22:39:00.000Z2005-08-22T22:42:57.800Z

Damn, it was a busy one.Friday, I arrived in town, visited an old friend who told me another old friend and her husband had been tossed in the hoosegow.Wake up Saturday, do some visiting, learn to drive a 10-wheeler with a 10 speed tranny. Get a truck stuck in the field. Arrive at a wedding reception, late, but am the best dressed fucker there. Seriously. See brother and his wife for

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1124466400829865632005-08-19T15:41:00.000Z2005-08-19T15:46:40.833Z

I wonder if the automatic light system is turned to on?I should really tear off that tiny bit of rubber on the toe of my boot.When is someone going to get that booger off the wall?I love it when my dog burps while I'm scratching him behind the ear. What a good dog. I need to make him a new collar with his name on it.Ahhh. E really does equal MC squared!If that one alien, Keska, on Star Trek

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1124380145865930792005-08-18T15:47:00.000Z2005-08-18T15:49:05.870Z

the whispy smoke stirsdown the valley from the fieldschange is in the air.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1124377328585260182005-08-18T14:59:00.000Z2005-08-18T15:02:08.586Z

I doubt this person will actually read this. However, spamming blog comments is so passe'. Can't you be more creative than that, dumbass?Plus, you got my hopes up that someone (besides me) has been actually checking this thing. That's just mean!So, tandyericks59758077, get a life, learn how to really spam something well (like the serps or ihelpyou forums, and don't come back here again.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1124212319864029042005-08-16T17:02:00.000Z2005-08-16T17:11:59.876Z

Well, fuck. Looks like no ones around. And I don't have anything of any intelligence to say. I could tell you a funny shit-related story, but I think it's one of those that's only funny when you're there. So anyways, I get to crawl under my car and get all greasy to replace the alternator. Whoopee-fucking-doo. Pedro is a good car, and he's done well by me, but I'm so sick of crawling under

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1123780255292011612005-08-11T17:04:00.000Z2005-08-11T17:10:55.296Z

I waited for herby the creek but only metthe late spring breezes.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1123694427039604602005-08-10T17:08:00.000Z2005-08-10T17:20:27.046Z

Well, I think it's time to sell the Olds. There's yellow jackets now nesting around the taillights- a sure sign I haven't been working on it enough.The worst part is that the Olds has the potential to be a really sweet ride. It's a 1965 Ninety-Eight, the Cadillac of Oldsmobiles so to speak. Though, I guess if it were the Cadillac of Olds then it'd be a Cadillac since they're both made by GM.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1123532431034935932005-08-08T20:10:00.000Z2005-08-08T20:20:31.040Z

to be working inside when it's beautiful outside. It's about 86 degrees F and sunny with a slight breeze rustling through the trees and brush. It was like that yesterday and supposed to be all through the week.But instead I'm stuck in here. The A/C is keeping it so cold I have on a green sweatshirt my sister in law got me for Christmas. I'm so glad she did too. It's the only hooded

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1123169320282270542005-08-04T15:27:00.000Z2005-08-04T15:28:40.286Z

I hold in my armsthe past, present and futurequietly sleeping.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1123101223817632762005-08-03T20:29:00.000Z2005-08-03T20:33:43.823Z

so I leave him alone for a week or two and what do I fine, he's plotting to take over the world.A couple of weeks ago I distinctly remember a conversation where Mr Hill agreed categorically that I was Queen of the World and I said he could have a small part of the west coast as long as his armies of llama riding monkeys were at my disposal. At no point did I say he could annexe the US in general.

Denisenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1123089892940464612005-08-03T17:15:00.000Z2005-08-03T17:24:52.946Z

Good question.One, why? Washington DC has a long history of being this nation's capitol. Though it was in New York at one point, Americans yesterday, today and tomorrow will always regard DC as the Capitol City. So why bother?Two, could you imagine the impact having two nations with two independant capitols would have on lobbyists? They'd have to spend twice as much to fight whatever fights

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1123013038260826662005-08-02T19:54:00.000Z2005-08-02T20:03:58.266Z

So you might be wondering if I like the US so much why would I want to divide the Union up?Simple. I like the West better and my loyalties lie there.Just as the Eastern sea board seemed to be upset with things not going their way in the last election (not all, but there was a pretty vocal outcry on late night programs and such based in New York), I'm personally tired of people over there telling

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1122916918709347862005-08-01T17:09:00.000Z2005-08-01T17:28:50.150Z

Okay. So it appears I've been abandoned. Not that I'm complaining, but, you know. You make a threat, you have to make it real or you just look like an asshole. So . . . .Dear Reader,The United States of America is a fine nation. However, there comes a time when a nation needs to evolve or risk dissolving. I hereby put forth the idea of the Western States Separtist Movement (WSSM). Though

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1122749502592527802005-07-30T18:39:00.000Z2005-07-30T18:54:52.030Z

Or something like that.You seen the latest story about bald-headed electronica nancy boy Moby? Apparently, he's decided him and Eminem are all cool and junk because Slim Shady is against Bush and the war in Irag.Okay, that's fine. Except for the fact the reason Moby started flicking shit at Eminem was because of his misogynistic lyrics about women. Yeah, other than the woman hating and shit

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1122560236560537872005-07-28T14:12:00.000Z2005-07-28T14:17:16.566Z

under the bleachingsun the green grass dissipatesthe oily black top.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1122512922965671232005-07-28T00:43:00.000Z2005-07-28T01:08:42.970Z

Everyone knows that beautiful people have it easier than rest of us. Inward beauty is so much more important- bullshit. It isn't. And anyone who's told you that is a fucking liar or is trying to sell you something. Face it, would you rather look at an ugly mug all day or a pretty one? We are just as guilty of giving beautiful people their pedistools as they are for sitting on them. So, if

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1122484963880796772005-07-27T17:10:00.000Z2005-07-27T17:22:43.886Z

I think it's about time I get out of this biz and take up welding or something. A person has to consider what they do and the area they do it in. Unfortunately, unless I turn big city, I'll always be making pennies. Yet there are always ads in the paper for welders. Considering there's a market for welders now, imagine how much that'll increase when all of this goes away. People will need

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1122415463832556072005-07-26T22:01:00.000Z2005-07-26T22:04:23.836Z

Seen CNN? This shit is crazy!NASA is WORSE than a bunch of Hillbillies!!!!After they take off. What a load of crap. Shouldn't this shit be fixed before hand? I've done shit like that before- but I was dealing with a pickup- not a goddammed space shuttle with a crew of twelve!Whatever.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1122387874193886262005-07-26T14:19:00.000Z2005-07-26T14:24:34.196Z

And since people often refer to me as one, I ought to know.All the news about the latest shuttle blast-off thingy (whatever the hell they call it when they launch something into space) seems to revolve around the way NASA has been kind of half-ass repairing this shuttle.Personally, I get a little nervous when thinking of two monster tanks of jet-fuel powered by something their engineers are

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1122311630081794772005-07-25T17:05:00.000Z2005-07-25T17:13:50.086Z

When is it time to get out?Obviously before the crash. We all know it's much better to get out with your pride and life intact. Just knowing when is the problem, no matter which crash you're trying to avoid. And sometimes you just don't know it's too late because you've been too busy playing with the radio or enjoying the scenery out the side window to know where you're headed. Those are the

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1121966295180478852005-07-21T17:10:00.000Z2005-07-21T17:18:15.186Z

shards of shattered glassshower on the tired masseson a tired street.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1121956652514429972005-07-21T14:35:00.000Z2005-07-21T14:37:32.516Z

I'm really sick and tired of this terrorist crap. It's pissing me off that London is now being so targeted... I wish I was some stealth cool movie hero and just go and hunt down every last one of these bastards...But since im not, please dont kill me... ... and if you do come to my town, IM ARMED YOU BASTARDS!

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1121793475323028942005-07-19T17:04:00.000Z2005-07-19T17:17:55.330Z

Ahhh, yes. There's nothing quite like going to the dentist to make you feel like straight-up white trash.When you go to the doctor, they usually try and get you to feel healthy and junk. They don't bombard you with a bunch of shit that seems questionably unnecessary and usually your insurance (assuming you have insurance) covers enough of it so you either have an affordable co-pay or you get a

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1121360635649438852005-07-14T17:03:00.000Z2005-07-14T17:03:55.653Z

when life gives you shitdo like the angry monkey-fling it at someone.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1121275278524783422005-07-13T17:02:00.000Z2005-07-13T17:24:17.296Z

Last night I finally turned on regular broadcast tv to see what was going on and quickly remembered why I hate network television. It's boing. It sucks. And it's just more tried and true formulas for getting advertiser dollars and eyeballs. But I digress. One of the programs I came across was the INXS/American Idol/Replace MH contest they're televising. When I heard about it, my initial

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1121183397640963352005-07-12T15:47:00.000Z2005-07-12T15:49:57.643Z

Here is something I wrote years ago... thought it was time to rehash.To Catch a BreakI just wanna "catch a break" in life. I figure all these famous people catch breaks somehow. I need to see if there is a book called "How to catch a break" I figure thats all any of us really needs. So i figure, I need a break. And if i can't get a break, maybe I can get a already used break. All these celebs

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1121176309708189132005-07-12T13:36:00.000Z2005-07-12T13:51:49.713Z

wow, guess what, I was rummaging around the web just now (you know, as you do), and I found what must be just about the only website in existance that links to us! Like links to here! You have to worry about people sometimes don't you?Anyhow, hello Dani, if you happen to be reading this. Now I want to know why? I guess it's Matts angst ridden lyrics huh? Aah he gets all the lay-dees (and yes he

Denisenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1121111851232693432005-07-11T19:55:00.000Z2005-07-11T19:57:31.233Z

I never really realized before that the phrase "Hot as Shit" never made much sense. Could it have come from winters where there is snow on the ground, and when your dawg takes a crap, it is called a "Steamer"? I dont know..Im just saying its about 94 degrees outside, and the vent for the air conditioner doesnt hit my office.....its hot as shit in this thing!! help!

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1121102348754742652005-07-11T17:07:00.000Z2005-07-11T17:19:08.760Z

Well, not you all but dogs in general. You know how there are some people you like but when you're trying to get shit done they're the last people you want around? You know, they're smart and fun and likeable, but pretty much fucking worthless when you're trying to do stuff. That's my dog, Raleigh.I love him to death, but Raleigh is about as useful as a nipple on your dick. Seriously. He's

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1120832959958726642005-07-08T10:31:00.000Z2005-07-08T14:31:28.180Z

This blog is draggingInspiration is long goneWhere are my dawgs at.wurd, lol.Oh btw, i hope we come up for the serp Haiku BlogHaiku Blog Haiku Blog Haiku Blog Haiku Blog Haiku Blog

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1120765138014627962005-07-07T19:34:00.000Z2005-07-07T19:38:58.020Z

I smell her perfumeon my hand and keep dreamingall is as it was.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1120769009218541832005-07-07T16:43:00.000Z2005-07-07T20:44:03.380Z

...and I have already today, but I just want to say again my prayers and condolences are with England. Its a terrible thing this world has to deal with --- terrorism. Its not a U.S. problem, its not a British problem, nor is it a Middle East problem --> its worldwide. It doesnt matter if you live in Spain, England, or the U.S., terrorists will hit whoever.The whole world is sorry to witness

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1120514844392675202005-07-04T22:05:00.000Z2005-07-04T22:07:24.396Z

I love you guys *hic*, you're my best mates, you are.....Yeah, I am pretty drunk but it's the 4th of July so I' celebrating :)No, I love you anyway :).ah whatever....

Denisenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1120481421887475062005-07-04T12:48:00.000Z2005-07-04T12:50:21.893Z

no no, I don't mind feeling all left out of your celebrations. You two just go ahead and have a good day.Seriously, you two have a good one and I expect exciting stories of drunken excess tomorrow :)

Denisenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1120144771597602152005-06-30T15:07:00.000Z2005-06-30T15:19:31.600Z

the sun shines againdrying the damp and lightingthe darkness within.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1120008181198244882005-06-29T01:07:00.000Z2005-06-29T01:23:01.203Z

I remember when I was little, like 5 or 6, watching the late August thunder heads roll along the Sprague River valley and think they must be a wonderful way to travel. They were so tall and white with thin white bases and up above everything. In my little brain I thought about jumping off the top of one and landing in the white froth. Of course there was danger of falling off the damn thing, but

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1120000712282516422005-06-28T23:13:00.000Z2005-06-28T23:18:32.286Z

see this time difference thing is all screwy.I know my time is the right time because I live right on the Meridian Line - like we absolutely rule the time of the world (and don't you lot forget it :) ) If I wish I can go stand with one leg in today and one in yesterday by walking about 100ft up the road (well I could have 15 minutes ago)But right now Darcy is still finishing another wonderful

Denisenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1119968683385642362005-06-28T14:18:00.000Z2005-06-28T14:24:43.390Z

Sometimes rainy days are good. Its awesome when you get awakened in the middle of the night to the sound of thunder that sounds like a bomb going off. .... as long as you can go right back to sleep. I need my sleep.But now its still raining, and its kind of a nice depressing day outside - but sometimes that is nice to because then you know you aint gotta look forward to anything for rest of the

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1119880382303917502005-06-27T13:47:00.000Z2005-06-27T13:53:02.306Z

Once upon a time, Sunday had something to do with sun I believe. You know, that yellowy thing in the sky that is partially responsible for creating life down here. Maybe we were supposed to worship it or something and so they gave the sun it's own special day, Sunday. So, if in theory we're supposed to worship it and junk, shouldn't it come out once in a while, well, at least on the occasional

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1119638105944334362005-06-24T18:34:00.000Z2005-06-24T18:35:05.950Z

Yea today sux, my gums freaking hurt and i have even taken vicodin and it still is bothering me. Bring on the weekend, I cant wait. Even if it is going to be 95 degrees tomorrow... oh man..

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1119572777966752702005-06-24T00:25:00.000Z2005-06-24T00:26:17.970Z

Thank god tomorrow is friday and I can put this shitty fucking week to rest. NOt a day too fucking soon.Have a nice weekend!

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1119546233626036732005-06-23T17:02:00.000Z2005-06-23T17:03:53.630Z

well I'm back againtired, hurtin', drunk and pissedhope you hate windows.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1119378094903396932005-06-21T18:14:00.000Z2005-06-21T18:21:34.906Z

did ya miss me?I still have nothing at all interesting to talk about since I've just been working me little socks off for a couple of weeks, but today a combination of a low cut top and my playing dumb appears to have got rid of the VATman for at least a couple of weeks (he'll have questions - they always do - horrible people) - so for now my only deadlines are good old fashioned client related

Denisenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1119289806071333992005-06-20T17:42:00.000Z2005-06-20T17:51:49.880Z

Yea so im trying to not take these damn prescription drugs any more. Yea, at first they were fun. I'd do 3 shots of Vodka, toss back 4 pills and watch the sunset 2 o'clock in the afternoon. But after 3 days straight of that, it gets old. Before you know it, you are trying to see if you can snort it through your nose to get that original high you once had and after you are done telling the

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1119280704259284872005-06-20T15:03:00.000Z2005-06-20T15:18:24.263Z

You gotta' love when you have a project that would take a normal person (read someone who has taken shop or some other handy class in high school) maybe an hour takes you all fucking day. I had one of those Sundays. Who in the hell puts a sink in the hallway? The people who owned the house before the people that we bought the house from did. So, we removed it. Now there's a big hole in the

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1119020207128638232005-06-17T14:46:00.000Z2005-06-17T14:56:47.133Z

For whatever reason, the news has been all excited lately about all the earthquakes and junk we've been having. Maybe it's all left over worry about tsunami's and stuff from last December. Maybe it's just a slow news day. Or maybe some people's prayers are being answered and CALIFORNIA IS GETTING READY TO FALL INTO THE OCEAN. What would it mean if California fell into the ocean? Well, ocean

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1118941960814681962005-06-16T17:10:00.000Z2005-06-16T17:27:20.756Z

running short on timegrains fall from top to bottomskies of sand are near.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1118789255115271412005-06-14T22:42:00.000Z2005-06-15T18:21:41.270Z

Once in a while you trip upon something so obvious, you shake your head and think, "This poor fool is some sort of dipshit."Check out this bit of blog spam: spammy bullshit. It isn't even trying to hide what it's about, which in one way is honest, but in another, just shows what a lazy asshole this guy is. Seriously. It wouldn't take much to make it look bonafide. But for this jackass it's

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1118778500166452312005-06-14T19:45:00.000Z2005-06-14T19:48:20.170Z

Well cause i dont have the time to come up with something smart... i dug into the Matt poetic archives.... this one is from.. well, um winter..Winter's Gracelonely art, been sicken by dis-ease gripping my last shardGrace ill never seeLove as the windfleeting gentle mistvirus traveling ininhaled into my lungsspreading throughout my veinstraveling to my legsback up to my heartthrown up out my

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1118419705628822652005-06-10T16:04:00.000Z2005-06-10T16:08:25.630Z

I was reading this entry about porn in uncyclopedia and suddenly I thought about Matt.Which is quite a worrying thing to be honest.I promise I have an excuse - scroll to the very bottom and there's a link to DeepThroat just waiting to have content added. As we know DeepThroat is Matts very favourite subject at the moment so it's probably quite natural that the mention of it should make me think

Denisenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1118413911676329512005-06-10T14:13:00.000Z2005-06-10T14:31:51.680Z

And thank God it is. So, we have this kitten in our house that's a present for my mother in law. And as you're all aware, IMO kittens are the cutest of the baby animals. However cute this kitten is, I cannot wait to get in the car tonight, drive to Klamath and dump the little bastard. Hopefully she'll be surprised. But at this point I could care less if she is or not. Why do I have such a

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1118388319841117682005-06-10T07:19:00.000Z2005-06-10T07:25:19.843Z

...I know im still lactose intolerant. Bear with my disgusting post but because I havent posted in a week, and Darcy was good enough to last night we suck and deserve this:So i had 2 ice cream bars last night and I woke up at 2:4? and ran into the bathroom to what I thought was just a quickie... i got out around 3:16. OMG. You know back in the day it used to hurt, now im just used to it. But it

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1118330282945269712005-06-09T15:13:00.000Z2005-06-09T17:35:38.366Z

the moon's gray ghost peeksthrough silvery threads of cloudsat lonesome highways.nose filled with snot andmy eyes stickily itchy.Spring in grass seed hell.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117742225468745282005-06-02T19:50:00.000Z2005-06-02T19:57:05.473Z

I wanna write a haiku...ok - so "vivid image of nature" huh?my cat is restingits leg up against my headwhile washing its arsevivid enough for you? and if you want spiritual insight;sadly a view seencannot then be made unseenmust not turn my head

Denisenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117728878830982982005-06-02T16:08:00.000Z2005-06-02T16:14:38.833Z

Deep Throat makes me laughTo me this joke never gets oldHow long can it lastWait.... doesnt a Haiku typically presents an intense emotion or vivid image of nature, which, traditionally, is designed to lead to a spiritual insight.Hmm... any insights here?

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117724833282261842005-06-02T15:05:00.000Z2005-06-02T15:07:13.286Z

late night A.M. moans"I'm so lonesome I could cry"while gin drowns regrets.

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117655607527399872005-06-01T19:41:00.000Z2005-06-01T19:53:27.533Z

So last weekend I go to go to a cat show. With all that pussy around, you'd think I'd of been happy! (buduchink!) Thank you and good night. You've been great. Don't forget to tip your waitress.Seriously though, it wasn't that great. First of all, it cost $4 to get into the damn thing. Four fucking dollars! Holy shit that's a lot of money to go look at cats and anti-social people of all

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117653579988412052005-06-01T19:15:00.000Z2005-06-01T19:19:39.993Z

Okay, I don't even think I have to explain why I am finding this whole "Deep Throat" Watergate stuff so funny...I mean come on, when do you get to hear every media personality saying a phrase every five minutes which refers to an old porno and a sex act.Reminds of when radio personality Howard Stern came out with his biographical movie about his life... and when every one on tv was saying "Howard

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117545314337569742005-05-31T13:10:00.000Z2005-05-31T21:11:30.423Z

So sad to see our free day go. I unfortunately worked a half of a day monday. I was in by 8am and out by 12pm so that was ok. My family's picnic was cancelled due to my aunt getting a stomach virus or something. However, just when my brother and I thought the most exciting part of our day would consist of renting 2 blah movies and smoking cigars - our white trash neighborhoods had a domestic

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117424256899595252005-05-30T03:33:00.000Z2005-05-30T03:37:36.903Z

Thank God we don't camp on Memorial Day Weekend anymore. Yep it rained. Big heap rain with monster drops. But on the plus side it has the dark, overbearing clouds which I love when they're not flooding the ditches and roads. They seem to make all the colors brighter and life just that much more lovely.And Happy Birthday to Matt! Hope it was a good one! May this trip around the sun be better

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117215763787205382005-05-27T17:37:00.000Z2005-05-27T17:43:17.360Z

Yup as Mr Hill said, its Memorial Day weekend. A big deal in the states for those of us who have veterans in the family, but more for those of us who are sick of working there monday thru friday job and know that we are looking at a 3 day weekend. Although, I dont know if im getting a day off ... i hope so. Those in small business wind up never taking off time, although Im trying to be different

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117214159243614712005-05-27T17:07:00.000Z2005-05-27T17:16:38.560Z

Weekends are nice on their own. But Memorial Day weekend is quite another treat. Sure, I should spend time meditating on the war dead and those I know who have passed. But we all know what will be happening: drinking lots of beer and getting fucked up. It's an American tradition!We used to do a lot of camping on this weekend. There was a little spot that was so shitty that no one would camp at it

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117142635287266572005-05-26T21:23:00.000Z2005-05-26T21:23:55.290Z

Oh wait.. i just did.

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117127663960063402005-05-26T17:12:00.000Z2005-05-26T17:14:23.963Z

Rosie O'DonnellYour shitty poetry isworse than my haikus.And just for Den:Chasing green fairieswill rot your fucking brain out.Drink gin and tonics!

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117091359646376902005-05-26T07:02:00.000Z2005-05-26T07:29:03.566Z

we blog because we like the sound of our own voices ;)And actually I quite like the sound of both your voices 'cos you have that cute foreign accent thing going on, and I'm a total tart for an accent. Even an American one. :PBut anyway, I have nothing to blog about this week and no real time to blog (see - not even in my other blog have I blogged, I'm that busy) so this is the worst type of blog

Denisenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1117034844540709822005-05-25T15:21:00.000Z2005-05-25T15:28:35.773Z

There is something about people that have their own blog, let alone split a blog between "online friends". Seriously though - its like is it just for their own amusement, hearing themselves talk, or do they really believe that other people would find them interesting. Let's face it, you have to be a pretty interesting character for other people to track your every word. Now if I find a blog by

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1116954883472686222005-05-24T17:07:00.000Z2005-05-24T17:14:43.476Z

Okay, here's an idea I've been kicking around for a month or two. And it's not new by any means, but it might be fun and maybe even interesting.The three of us have pretty varied musical tastes and come from different walks of life and interests. So how about a mix CD exchange?What I'm thinking is once every four months, one of us three mail the other two a mix CD of stuff we have in our

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1116943687921077232005-05-24T13:58:00.000Z2005-05-24T14:08:07.923Z

Yup now I havent written anything in one work day. Well im busy too! :)M1: How did it feel not posting anything yesterday?M2: I felt bad, not contributing to the blog, when in the past I had pointed at other people for not doing it.M1: Did anyone saying anything to you about not posting?M2: No, in fact I didnt even get any emails saying hi. In all defense, I didnt write them either.M1: So is

Matthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956763650778194755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1116868749998628572005-05-23T17:06:00.000Z2005-05-23T17:19:10.003Z

I don't know if you all watch horse racing at all, but Saturday was amazing. Truly amazing.Going into the Preakness, I had a feeling Afleet Alex was going to be the winner. The odds makers marked him as such, by race time he had the 3-1 odds and statistically the favored horse in the Preakness wins. However, after watching the Derby, it was plain to see this horse was going to win because of

MrHillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12244808571030912759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12765548.post-1116702439559866322005-05-21T19:03:00.000Z2005-05-21T19:08:06.410Z

I just thought I should mention to you guys what an amazing day today actually is in the UK - TV to make you cry all day.This afternoon the FA Cup final which went to penalties (and Man U lost which was all that mattered) and it was edge of the seat stuff and now it's the Eurovision song contest - an entirely different reason for TV to make you cringe, but I have beer and I will sit here and

Denisenoreply@blogger.com0