Things Could Suck Worse I Guess

I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday full of presents, good drink, and hot experimental sex. For me, two out of three ain’t bad. My son helped me to have a good Christmas. It was wonderful listening to him go on and on about getting tickets for the Cleveland Cavaliers basketball game. His uncle and aunt gave him and his mom two tickets and a hotel room for this weekend’s game. So, the four of them will be trekking to Cleveland on Saturday. I hope little man snags a couple of autographs. That would light his face up brighter than a supernova and shinier than my balding head. Good Luck Sweetman.

I had a great time on Christmas Eve with my brothers and sisters. We exchanged gifts, memories, and bodily fluids a few drinks. Good times, good times. I spent Christmas Eve night, as I always do, with my son and his mom, so I can see him open some of his presents on Christmas morning before they go to his Grandpa’s. No fights, no words of anger, just the sound of his mom wrapping, and my son and I eating Pizza Rolls and Chex Mix as we watched Christmas Story for the nth time.

I spent the majority of Christmas Day with Schmoop and her brother. A few cocktails, some snacks, and time spent joyously talking about people that annoy us. Does it get any better than that? Merry Christmas to me!!

New Year’s Eve was spent quietly abusing my liver with WIR and pondering on my direction for the New Year. I had an epiphany…my life sucks. Well, a great deal of it does. Well, mostly just professionally. I had hopes that I could be writing for a living at this point in my life, but sadly I guess writing about the escapades of a gay Josef Stalin can only carry one so far. Seriously though, I feel pretty empty about that part of my life, and need to resolve that issue.

I do have a great kid however. I get to hang around with my best friend Schmoop and her brother, who, by the way, is like a brother to me. And of course, to you, all of my Buddies of the Blogosphere who put a smile on my face everyday, I truly appreciate you all. In fact, there are many of you who I would like to have hot sweaty animalistic sex with get to know better. So I guess my life isn’t completely horrible. It’s merely quasi-sucky, so maybe I’ll make giving up smoking my resolution. If I resolve to only smoke a cigarette after having sex, my lungs will be cleared up in no time.

I want to thank all of you who have welcomed me back and passed by my site while I was enjoying the holiday. I also want to thank Bobby Griffin of “Bestest Blog” for giving me a year end shout out on his site (also thanks to the Mo-Man). My biggest thanks go to my friend, muse, and all-around great human being, Allison. The Gouda Girl kept my site from drifting into the blog abyss during my time off, and for that, I am truly grateful. Thanks Allie!!

So there you go…a sappy post by the Matt-Man, but altogether true. I want to thank those of you who entered the New Year’s Date humor contest. I am reviewing the entries and will post and announce the winners by January 8th. I received some funny stuff, and only one, (Cheesy’s account of her time with Cleopatra) is X-Rated. Yes, it indeed would have given former Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart, “wood”.

Until the ‘morrow, Happy New Year to all and Cheers…