this nice girl asked where i put that thing about canadians legalizing pot for terminally ill people. ah, it’s here. And then Gary Condit wrote in to ask me where I put the thing about he and i interviewing each other the other day and it’s here.
one day i’ll get it together and make a proper index, so in the meantime i appreciate your patience, and dont be shy to write me and ask. if it’s during the day you can write me at work: firstname.lastname@example.org and maybe i’ll know off the top of my head. otherwise you can just email me at email@example.com where one of my soon-to-be leaving summer interns will ignore it.
tonight im going to the press screening of “Jeepers Creepers” with my sexy ex. i was thinking about writing a review, but i guess i’ll just wait for Layne to write his and then i’ll steal it and send it to BusinessWeek. i always wanted to get published there, now i see why i never was: i use my own material.
to their slumber party in westwood again this year, so i wont be updating my main page tonight. but in the meantime i hope you visit the sites of those who have doled out the tpierce shout outs.
the ladies asked what they could give me i told them i needed some behind the ear headphones cuz the normal ones wreck the ‘fro. they laughed and said it wouldnt be a problem, which is good because i forgot my newspaper this morning and the whole commute i couldnt get that Xzibit song out of my head:
The first day of the rest of my life / X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike/ Y’all keep the spotlight / I’m keeping my rhymes tight / Lose sight of what you believe / And call it a night This ain’t the light-weight, cake mix shit That you’re used to / Teflon territory you just can’t shoot through You gonna shoot who? (Who?) / Not even on your best day / Rollin’ the Wild West way, givin’ it up / Leavin’ the whole world stuck not givin’ a fuck / Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut / Hennesy and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup / Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze, loosen up.