When you consider that I haven’t written anything that wasn’t either a facebook status or a text message in the past 3 months and couple it with the fact that I have no idea how to use tumblr, this whole post is probably going to seem like it was written by an illiterate manchild. My name is Matthew J. Milliken. I go by Matt, or Milliken. There’s a picture of me in the last post. That’s because I don’t know how to put it in the corner. Deal with it. The only person who calls me something other than Matt or Milliken is my girlfriend Shay. She calls me “Matthew,” “baby,” “babe,” “honey,” “honey baby,” and “disgusting.” This is her.
She’s pretty.
This weekend is our one year anniversary and we’re going to New York City. It should be a fun time. This morning as my boss was confirming that he was giving me the weekend off, he shared some wild stories about drinking in Greenwhich Village. Drinking in Greenwhich Village is now a greater priority than the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building. This is where I work.
Wait a minute, that’s not it.
Yeah, that’s it. It’s not so bad. I usually work the graveyard shift so I do a lot of hanging out with crackheads. Whatever, man, that job is a means to an end. I’m a full time student at Bridgewater State UNIVERSITY. Decent education at low low prices! What’s the catch, you ask? You have to spend a lot of time in Bridgewater, Massachusetts. It’s all good though. I’m graduating in the Spring with a Political Science and History Double Major. I didn’t talk at all about my family or friends, but that’s only because I don’t have any accompanying pictures handy and my laptop is slower than fat Forrest Gump.
I’ve already spent too much time on this thing. Tumblr is like if twitter had a livejournal. I’m sure I’ll use it for a month and hate it the entire time.
Peace.
