hello, this is mAtt, the author of things that have gone before. i'm writing from sometime in late 2005 after i've had a chance (fondly and painfully) to look over the span of my hatelife career.
i want you all to know that the person who wrote everything up to this point in time (the death of hatelife as we knew it) was, more or less, everything he hated: angsty, small-minded, short-sighted, self-important, bigoted, selfish, lazy, underhanded; i swore too much and drank too much and cared too little and was acutely and in every way immature. i'd like to think the person who wrote everything after this point grew up, and perhaps he did; i'd like to think it's an ongoing process, and perhaps it is.
but the point is: i'd thank you kindly not to judge me for who i was. nor for who i am now, for that matter.
give peace a chance?