A work colleague asked if she could hit me. I said sure. She said she was going to hit me in the shoulder. I said fine.

Then she hit me. I asked her to hit me again. She did.

Neither hit was hard. I felt compelled to demonstrate a relatively hard hit. I do quite a bit of ab work. So as a gorilla beats his chest I beat my stomach. Repeatedly. Until I was asked to stop.

Now I have a massive bruise on my abs and a feeling of complete embarrassment. I must vent to cleanse myself of this.

You can't deny quality. It's Friday morning. It's time to treat myself. So it's time for a sushi and Red Bull breakfast.

I share a flat with another guy. We bought it two years ago. No, we're not lovers. He's not my type. He doesn't have a vagina.

I bring this up because last night he was out. I had the flat to myself. I was too tired to workout. I have no money. What is a boy to do?

Easy. Nap. To excellerate the napping process I listen to music. I find the best music for this is Slayer, esp… Continue

Good morning, good afternoon, good evening. Where ever your are in the world hello. This is London calling.

My name is Matt (aka The Curtism) and you're with me now.

Initially I thought the blog for for those who ran the site or moderated it. Clearly I was wrong. So here I am. For you. Metaphorically smearing pooh on your nice clean walls.

And I'm delighted to do it.

So what's new? I'll tell you something you may be interested in. Something Rollins related. I ordered a signed copy of A PERFE… Continue

hi, guess who's dropped in for a visit..yeah, well a quick update on life and crap.

first off i couldnt pay my internet bill so i was offline except by mobile phone from February till April, and then i had my hands full dealing with severe psoriasis and other health issues, all while working a shit-sorry job for peanuts but at least i'm employed, fed, clothed, and housed.

right now, i am dealing with a recent tragedy, a person i was working with passed away suddenly of a heart attack last satu… Continue

Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass -
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I… Continue