The Open Matt Project

Terrible Lie

Om Nom. BB. Max's. Cruise ships. Lounge singers. Venus. Warlocks and Shamen. Her sleeping face. Leeloo Dallas. Hot Topic. Hemlock. Krav Maga. Torn underwear on her head, laughing. Yelling dragons. Clothes shopping. A shower in a hotel in Orange County. Venture Brothers. Sears. Cheez-its. <3 E>. Halloween costumes. Bullet with Butterfly Wings. Finding accessories that match. Making out in an alcove outside her work. Alcatraz. Cupcakes. Squirrels. Beep beep I'm a jeep. Hmmmm, interesting. Party Down. Xbox 360. Santa Cruz. Being shoved into absolutely everything. Barf on my shoes. The Metropolitan Museum and the history of American women's fashion. Raiding. Birthday at 83 Proof. Glass coasters. The Aquarium. Octopus earrings. Sesame Balls. Photobooth pictures. Rika. The Empire State Building. Hotel Chandler. Sunlight through her sundress. The smell of the back of her neck. Tomatina. Hipster flute. Sailor Jerry's at Butter. Poo monsters. Mew? Mow. ILOVEYOU New York City poster. Osha. Sobbing at Encore. The whole family, including Stalin and Winston. Basshunter. Sociopath refrigerator. Red hair, black hair, brown hair, blonde. Cucumber drinks. Cocaine. Waiting for Diablo 3. Scars on her ankle. Birds hopping and peeping. Peeping. Upsetting things. Almonds. Webcamming. Wild partying at the Duncan/Channon offices. Drawing on her back until she slept. Annabelle's. Cooking fresh steaks. Messages in chocolate, dark, light and milk. Moles. Levi's jeans. Leaning out of a cab, puking. Bernal Heights. Stories of Chile. Pizza Pino. Winning lottery tickets at The Holiday Party. Purple hair in a church at the wedding. Terrible lie.