Showing posts with label My Man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Man. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

When Obvious Thoughts, and Obvious People Go Awry

An open letter from Schmoop:

Someone on Sunday’s post, who shall be nameless, in the comments, implied that my boy was lazy and needed to get a job rather than bitch about his PENDING unemployment.

Let me tell ya…

My boy, The Matt-Man is anything but that …and I love him more than anything in the world.

What you need to know, is that he does look for work…every fucking day.

There is no work here in our burg.

I took off today because I didn’t want to go out in the fucking blowing snow.

Yeah…I’m a pussy. So?? I’ll make it up.

My brother is fucked as well. I love both of them so much…sorry.

I personally gave up on God today.

I used to pray every day for both of them, and I get nowhere.

No fucking where. I’m done with the praying thing.

But…

I know Matt-Man would never give up, but sometimes…Why?

Obviously God is not listening.

He made me dinner, ‘cause he loves me; Matt made me dinner that is, not God…anyhoo…

In our house there is love, and hope…And, the hope is all Matt‘s, and I wish I had the hope he has.

Do you all believe?

I really need to have a little hope.

Even if you don’t believe in God, do you believe in anything? And if you do, pray for my brother and for Matt-Man.

As Matt-Man would say…

Cheers!!