I am Matthew, but they call me Shoe. The story isn't interesting, so don't ask. I have terrible handwriting, not that you can tell here. I'm lazy. I prefer short drinking glasses unless its beer, then I'll have a tall one. I think I smoke too much, but I'm trying to fix that. I'm clean but my room isn't, as laundry is my worst enemy. I put more effort into friends than I do family and I hope that doesn't hurt them. I trivialize tragedies and emphasize everyday obstacles because I'm a silly twit like that. I don't like shopping, I do like fudgesicles. Some would say I'm a bad driver, I'd say I'm just navigationally retarded. I will never truly know where I am. My car is named Crash, after its favorite pastime. I cannot dance, and I don't like to try. I have no fashion sense and I like it that way. I'm homosexual but people say they can't tell - I don't believe them. Things such as asphalt and beer cans enjoy my face (definitely anecdotes worth hearing). If something is going to happen, it will happen to me. I think bed cuddle is the best cuddle EVER. I am gangster. Deal with it. I hate talking on the phone, but I am a texting FOOL. My socks verge on hilarity, which is why you'll never see them. I don't do doctors, but I love the dentist. I can (and will) Mario Party your ass off. I am a sucker for piano rock and pouty faces and one of my favorite things to do is sing to blasting music while driving fast with my windows down. This does not help with me not knowing where I'm going. And apparently I bear a 61% resemblance to Bob Saget, but, after two attempts at this MyHeritage deal.. I am still James Van Der Beek's long lost brother. Call me James, we have a lot of catching up to do.
