Matt McHale

Nice Person or the Nicest Person on the Earth?

Yes I meant to word the title like that. Bear with me. I wanted to write an entry about why Matt is so awesome because he has accidentally said some knice stuff about me so I figured turnabout is fair play. I also wanted to say some knice things about the random female bird keepers that may have been collateral damage in my Matt bashing. I may have said one or two or twenty seven bad things about them.

I came up with the title to this entry when I started thinking about the kind of person Matt is. He is uncommonly kind. Like really fucking kind. Like to a fault. Like young Anakin Skywalker, he gives with no thought receiving anything in return. I did not realize any of this until I moved in with him because of the reputation that you zooclowns gave him. He just bought me four frakkin bottles of whiskey. I could sit here and list other knice stuff he has done but it would take too long and I do not want to lose Christy's attention. Calm down Christy...SQUIRREL!!!

Another thing about him is that he will never refuse when asked to help. Not only at work, in the month and a half I have lived with him, he has lent assistance to me and his family at least 20 times. Whether it is letting me have the gate card or helping me move into the apt. Whether it is making me a dessert dish to bring to my friends or giving his douche brother money to buy Christmas presents. One person I can now count on in my life is Matt.

Now I know you are all thinking, “Ya Jesse but he bitches about everything and is fake as shit.” All I can say is that fake or not, at some point he is just a knice guy. Only knice guys do things that they do not want to do, which leads me to random female bird keepers who I let amuse me. This is not an apology. I meant everything I said and I would say it again. And I will. Rhonda is awesome as hell. She is always down to hang out. She actually came to watch me bowl when no one else would...douches. And no matter the occasion, bitch is fly. Like WTF? Were at IHOP. Tone it down...but dont. And talk about a shoulder on which to cry....if anyone wanted to do that cause I dont have time to cuz I am an awesome hairy man who is in like 10 fight clubs while killing animals with my “bear” hands...and my shirt of red, pulled over my head. Speaking of red, Vanessa WTF?!?! She is totally not huge at all. And whoever would say something like that would have to be the most gigantic douchedick on the earth. She's so awesome that I hate hanging out with her. Clever jokes? Funny jokes? Ability to eat ham? Vanessa 3-Jesse 0. She made Jesse Italian food and likes musicals??? Stop. And that smile along those beautiful blues are so fucking sweet that I swear I am going to get diabetes just thinking about them...along with the over-eating alcoholism. Gawd!! Stop distracting me!!! I am trying to play angry birds and check out Matt's ass.

Ok this entry really hurt to write. The next one is sure to be riddled with hatred and anger.

I hate you all,

Love Jesse.

Out.