Another Post Another Planet

I'm starting to write a lot more which i like. a few things going down. First off there is a good friend of mine who just got the perfect girlfriend. She is beautiful, seems really cool and I'm sure digs his sense of humor. Here is the problem. Since he has been dating her I have yet to see him at the comedy clubs. This guy was really starting to get funny and put his act together. But hey, can you blame him for losing his motivation?

As much as i bitch about girls and i want a wonderful lady by my side, its for the best that has eluded me. It keeps my edge and my motivation going. Also gives me this wonderful chip on my shoulder that makes me Matty. So right now ladies stear clear or continue to break my heart.

I just got a part on a really funny sketch comedy video. I will be soon filming the pilot and it will hopefully take off. i won't tell you the plot just yet. So i was at the auditions and I read with everyone who came in. What a beautiful profession. One gorgeous girl comes in after the other. The whole time my tongue is out and I'm speechless. Why do so many hot girls want to be actresses? If there was a god they would sleep with me for the part, but i have no control of that. Its a shame i only get to meet these girls for a few minutes. i really hope the casting pick a single girl with bad eyesight.

This Saturday night I'm on the 8pm show at New York Comedy club. 24th between 2nd and 3rd. My favorite comic is also on that show. Come and find out who it is.

Thats it for now. peace to y'all.

mg

Tonight belongs to you tomorrow's mine

If anyone noticed, I wasn't the author of my last blog. It was a feminine alter ego. Yet it was somewhat accurate. So this is what really is in my head. Valentines day was a happy day. Being alone at a comedy club eating every check was still better then spending eighty bucks on an ungrateful hussy.

Speaking of hussy's. There is this girl I used to hang out with throughout college. I see her all the time in my neighborhood and she completely ignores me. she just walks right by me. Its quite strange. I just look at her and laugh. I think I need better judgement in who I hang out with. So I'm not going to bash her, but she deserves a verbal tongue lashing.

OK, so I have this brilliant idea and I'm secretly working on it. I'm telling you its going to be damn funny. ok thats it for now. This blog took a bitter turn.

MG

A Special Valentines Day Blog

Let's get three things straight.

#1- I went to a party on Saturday that was a total bust.
#2- Valentine's Day makes me uncomfortable.
#3- There are things that exist that I cannot talk about.

Regarding #1, I was told there would be members of the film industry there. But really there were just Australian meatheads and they were really annoying. Also there was a Swedish meatball who wore a black blazer, black turtleneck and a gold chain. He was hitting on all the women in a very creepy way but it was funny. Then I went up to this girl's apartment--which was also part of the party--and I started watching Napoleon Dynamite. I realized 2 things: I don't like parties and Napoleon Dynamite is a funny movie. I'm going to buy it on DVD.

As far as #2, I don't like how stores sell chocolates wrapped in red foil to look like roses and then stick a plastic stem on it to make it look like a long-stemmed rose. And what's more, I don't like how people buy them and give them as gifts. Any guy who would give that shit to a woman is an asshole. Give your woman flowers and candy--don't try to combine both into one cheap excuse for a gift.

But that's not really what makes me uncomfortable about Valentine's Day. The thing about Valentine's is that this year I'm feeling really good. A little cynical but good. And I think that a lot of people feel that way. So I'm part of the status quo today. It's uncomfortable here but thanks for having me.

#3 is about a project that I'm working on but I am not yet at liberty to talk about it. It's a very funny kind of project that you will all hear about in the future.

Happy Valentine's Day, motherfuckers. I love you all.

MG

P.S. Nevermind.