I Scream, You Scream

Article by Matthew Ryan

What a fucking day.  Today was a fucking emotional rollercoaster.

So the site looks good, little bit of controversy never made the sky fall.  CMT has recently recruited some talented (some skill-less) authors to help communicate the general frustration we have with everything.

We’ve got Jerrica, a wonderful person with a talent for reasoning and a witty sense of homour that we love here at CMT.

Then there’s Mitch Oh-Shit-You-Ate-That? Factor. What can we say for him that hasn’t already been said about 911?  Horrible, tragic and misunderstood.  He’s style is much more wild tangeant than most would prefer but I think somewhere beyond that fleshy, beefy exterior is a small child, clawing at the insides of his stomach just angering him more and inspiring his open taunts.

Rumor has it that only one of these authors will remain with us and I hope that isn’t true.  Naturally, you all want to see Factor gone but fuck you, he stays.  Jerrica is half owner now but… apparently she may feel compelled to abandon us due to a minor transgression.

Can’t dwell on that shit, fuck it all.

A friend of mine has lost his house and belongings, another lost the same via divorce, another lost her life.

In the meantime, my personal life has just shaken itself up a bit and my sex life has certainly improved.  The things this woman can do makes me proud to have begun coitous at the ripe age of 8.  But along with that came the inevitable “Stop fucking with me, where do we stand, dickhead?” chat.

After various financial troubles, my vehicle is working, insurance costs more than the value of the car itself and there is no gas in the tank.

After a year of self-employment, I prepare for a journey tomorrow with a new company and it’s hopes to succeed in Web-level offerings in a dead motor city town.  Needless to say, I have no faith in their product and must attempt to hussle web designs and cool new exciting extradinary sexy fonts and shit to laid off Chrysler workers or pissed off unionized civil servants or cabbies because who the fuck else has money?  Not a damn person in this soul-crushing apex.

I miss the days when I fucked a lot, smoked too much, had good grades, friends and everyone was working.

You’re all boring me now, write something shitty in the comments and call me tomorrow baby.