I finally set up a MySpace page. However, I need to convert it to a “band” page so that I can host some of my music there. If anyone knows how to do this please let me know. Come be my friend!

www.myspace.com/mattblanchard

Once I knew a carrot. However, I never got to know it’s taproot because I was distracted by some surrounding weeds. Most people view weeds as a nuisance, however, without weeds, would we be able to see the beauty in the carrot? Well, after my weeds died, I returned to the carrot, and if I might say, quite coincidently. The carrot had gone through some rough times as well, it’s rosette of leaves being slightly worn. However, a little wear and tear is a sign of experience, and experience is a great thing, no matter what form.


Our return to contact could not have been more perfectly timed. I could tell the carrot was ready to be harvested because it’s umbels of white flowers were in full bloom. So I pulled the carrot from the ground immediately, because what’s the sense in waiting when life is so fragile?

The carrot and I spent time together in a metal desert where the carrot discovered an angel. The angel, to me, was a sign of the carrot’s experience, no matter how abstract one might think it. We shared ideas about experience and realized that each of our individual time travels had proven similar things to us. Our connection was instant and strong.

The carrot and I decided to time travel together. A journey it will certainly be.

Today marks the end of my love affair with Pepsi and soda in general. I’ve tried to quit drinking Pepsi twice in the past 2 years. However, this time, I have finally convinced my brain that I am finished. Mark my words, no more soda for Matt Blanchard. No more meaningless calories. No more phosphoric acid softening my teeth and bones. No more mass amounts of sugar. No more preservatives and artificial colors.

Oh, how I will miss your taste, the way you burn my throat on your way down, the way you decrease my appetite when stopping for food on tour is hours away, the appealing colors and shape of your logo, the way your container feels in my hand as I carry you from room to room, the way you allow me to stay up much later than normal. Farewell my friend…I hope to never see you again.