at the silverlake lounge? right there on sunset? for free?

im not sure if i will be able to make it since i apparently have a Blook to put out, for your asses.

thank you for the nice feedback and emails and phone calls.

my advisor called me and said, are you kidding? there has to be a Blook II! what would william carlos williams do?

and, as always, she was right. thats why i always listen to her.

Breaking Busblog News

the MTA strike is now over!

according to NBC LA channel 4, some of the busses will return tonight, and the subways and the rest of the busses will return to service in the morning.

to my buddy Ben, and to my pal Liana and everyone who has picked me up hitchhiking, I thank you.

so much.

and MTA if you ever strike again, I will let the air out of your tires.

and i will put graffiti on your seat cushions.

meanwhile Britney finally got her much deserved hollywood walk of fame star.

our petitions have paid off america!

mine said, Dont Let Britney Live to be 22 without a Tsar.

i meant Star but you know about my typing problems.

in other news our new governor got sworn in.

and in other news i got 900 pieces of spam into my inbox while i slept last night.

p.s. i still hate my job.

pps. this just in from the florida orange grower girl who went to see britney get her star

modelbabe: I am sore today

modelbabe: by the way!

modelbabe: a black guy tried to pick up on me when I was watching Britney

modelbabe: he asked me if I was J Lo’s sister

modelbabe: I just kept looking away

modelbabe: then he said, “what? you got a problem with brothers?

modelbabe: and I said, “no, I didn’t have problem with one last night”

dumbme: nice!

modelbabe: and he said….awwww, so thats how it is, the another brother got to you first

modelbabe: he also asked me if I was mixed with black

modelbabe: I said, only at night

then she took a few more pics of britney getting her star

are you at all interested in Blook II: for your ass?

maybe im going through all this hassle for nothing. it is a hassle. i really hate reading my old stuff.

and it will be a hassle at the printer, cuz he doesnt like me coming in with word documents on a cd.

and it will be a hassle cuz i will have to have someone come over and help me pick up the crates of books.

and then i will have to go to the mail box every day and ship them all out.

so my question is, do you people want a Blook 2?

im particularly interested in hearing from the people who got Blook last year. do you want another one?

you can be honest.

and the price will be about the same: $20 which includes shipping.

do you really want to pay for something that youve been getting free all year?

is this something that if i can get printed before thanksgiving, that you would buy as gifts for your family and friends?

and finally is there intrest in a second printing of the original Blook?

personally i couldnt care one way or the other. i have no internal desire to have Blook 2 sitting on my bookshelf next to Blook. i know i made those things. i cant say i picked up the first Blook more than twice this year. and when i did, i actually did like what i read, but i winced at a few things i wrote.

i enjoy creating a lot more than reminiscing.

so please, feel free to use the comments to express your deepest truths about this matter.

thanks in advance,

tony

gnome-girl + oliver + negro please

about anything.

didnt find out till this morning what this super hot chick did for a living. turns out she works for the florida orange growers. she was sent out here for two purposes: (1) to model at their annual convention which this year is oddly in california, (2) to convert me from an apple juice drinker to an orange juice drinker.

unbeknownst to her, and her handlers, the florida orange growers convention isnt going to be here till next weekend. so this weekend all she did was laze around my place in a variety of lingerie, eating cinnasticks from dominoes, flipping through my tivo, and making sweet lust to me during my work breaks.

i was working on Blook Two

for your ass.

we did it so much that this morning i woke up early and said, baby i dont think i can give it to you today, i hope you dont mind. and she said, i dont mind. and we listened to morning radio and laid there and i felt her up and she moaned a tiny bit. but not much. she pushed her ass up against me. pefect florida orange grower model ass. no panties. ever.

she asked me to grab her tighter if i was gonna grab her.

i was beat though.

last night we watched Mystery Train off tivo. she’d never seen any jarmusch and since we did it to tom waits sunday morning i figured we would continue the theme with a movie where we hear my gravely voiced hero but didnt see him.

i fell asleep in her arms like i normally do when i watch movies with hot chicks.

i didnt write much on my site, and i didnt edit much of Blook even though she was a very good guest and didnt ask much of me and slept as she fought against her jet lag.

i tried to get motivated by drinking rum right out of the bottle and smoking from a long hunter s thompson cigarette holder, but nothing worked. i should have just laid on that couch in that sweet girls arms and found out every little thing about her.

i told her that i would drink more orange juice, i went to the market and got some frozen pulp free cans, but im drinking nantucket nectars pressed apple right now.

some habits are hard to break.

she told me that the florida orange growers saw that most of my hits come around breakfast time (9a – noon, pacific) and that if i talked about how much i like orange juice that maybe that would influence people into drinking more orange juice.

i told her she was nuts. i told her that my readers were smarter than that. that if they wanted to drink coffee in the morn, or tea, that nothing that i did would sway them.

she says its not about that. its about perception. its about the 18-34 demographic.

i told her that if she got a web page and started drinking oj in her bikini

she interrupted me and said, we dont say oj

i was all, thats fucked up.

she said, what? hes a murderer.

i was like, bitch, the glove didnt fit.

she was all, lets not fight.

i was all, fuhrman said the n word.

she was all, comeon, the blood trail, the dna, the cuts on his hands, the abuse, the 911 call.

i was all, he was banging a playboy playmate, he wouldnt murder a woman who he had been doing since she was 18 because at thirty something she wanted to hump a waiter.

then she said, tony, lets not fight.

then she made me a mimosa.

no pulp.

and we kissed.

bunnie + flagrant + virginia’s first photo essay!

im thirsty.

if i keep smoking im going to get a head ache. i wasnt made to make a novel. i can barely write a blook.

hot chick is laying on my couch watching the raiders vikings game. weve already done it a half dozen times. got to. if youre given lemons you make lemonade, etc. she got done napping after the last one.

then madpony called. then anna called. then miss montreal called.

my hands are dry because when people call me i do the dishes and im not sure if these are dishpan hands or fingerbang hands or old mans hands or hand me down hands.

some say i dont drink enough water.

i look through these blook entries one by one and i keep wondering why a thousand people a day come here. maybe they come and then realize theyve been tricked and scram.

im sorry you got scammed, people.

however the cam girl requests have increased and they say its cuz of the writing and cuz im cute and put both of those lies together and maybe you have sort of an upside down truth.

and you know who i thank, i thank drudge and rush and all the other phonies and losers and bad people and bad writers because compared to them im not so bad.

im trying to put together this blook, but it’s hard. i dont like to read my old stuff.

it just might end up being a short story.

a tiny one.

me and the glamour girl just looked through a bunch of the little tiny movies that ive made with my cam.

i might have to put together a page of that stuff sometime soon.

but theres a super hot chick coming over tonight. i mean hot.

she sorta has a bad attitude but its sexy on her. sometimes i just look at her and try to figure it out.

is it cuz her skin is clear, or symmetrical, or typical.

its hard to say. especially since i usually like the little flaws. a lot.

this girl doesnt have any flaws.

came over the other day after work and these legs… and i think arent i supposed to care about her mind and her personality but im mesmerized by how her skirt falls.

how everything, anything looks good on her.

she might be a hologram.

have i told you i started dreaming the other day.

three nights in a row now.

she likes it when my apartment is messy, and my beard is growing in, and when the bed isnt made.

i got tom waits’s alice and blood money and put it in the winamp.

i dont think she’ll like it.

we have this little game where we pretend that we dont like each other, or that we will do anything special for each other.

so i showered shaved cleaned up burned some incense brushed my teeth.

its one am and im done now.

she says she doesnt like to think that someone did anything special for her cuz then she’ll feel like she owes them something.

i told her all she owes is a forty and i hope she doesnt forget it

and i hope she gets here

before i fall asleep.

speaking of falling asleep, tonights saturday night live may have been the worst ive ever seen.

other than missy elliot.

one thirty, is this girl gonna be here?

bears football early in the morning

and shit.

coyote + jack + brian

the longer you get to know me the more you get to see how gross i can be.

im sure it’s quite a thrill.

the best way to deal with it is to do like my true love does, and just play along.

i remember this story about hunter s. thompson. that someone asked him to sign his classic Fear & Loathing and hunter took the man’s book, went around to the back of the house, and shot it with his pistol.

so when my intern told me that she had compiled the best 200 pages of the busblog’s second year for me to edit, rework, and pare down to 125 pages, i told her thank you for helping out with blook two.

and when she asked if i would autograph it i thought of the good doctor and asked her if she would like a special signature.

thankfully, she declined.

From: your intern

Subject: hi, jonas

To: dumbyou@tonypierce.com

hi mister pierce!!

ok, so it’s done. it’s 2:30 a.m. which by college girl standards is technically friday night, so here you are.

i hope you are happy with the entries i’ve picked out because i really gave them a lot of thought, maybe even more than necessary.

i started with the august 7 2002 post which was a perfect beginning and ended with august 8 2003 bcz that is the date you got published on the fox sports site, it seemed like a great ending for blook 2 to me.

there are 199.5 pages and it was quite hard to cut it down to that but i did my very best for you, tony pierce, because i adored the busblog ever since the first email i sent you wanting to be your intern.

i can’t wait to get my very own autographed, free (and cum-free, but thanks for offering) copy!

i think i did a pretty good go-over check-through but let me know if you need anything else, i will be mondo busy this weekend but available at the middle of next week for minor changes, etc.

you love me?

xoxoxox,

your devoted intern

that broken girl + perfect gallows + leah

sometimes people want to hook you up with people youre own age.

i met charlotte (pictured) the other day at the glenellen senior suites and villas the other day when i was traveling through north lima, ohio. and she looked pretty good.

sunday she will turn 114.

some say she is the oldest person in the world.

she asked me if i could give her a pearl necklace and i was all, i love taking requests.

so i gave her one.

pictured.

old lady jokes are tough but what isnt tough these days.

my lady friend from last night was waiting for me to get out of the shower and off the phone and she saw an instant message pop up on my laptop, so she answered it.

the chick was the web cam girl from the other night and the lady friend entered into a dialogue with her.

it was pretty hot.

i tried to retrieve it from my cache but this is all i could nab:

missmontreal: you really are gorgeous, and I am not saying that in a hitting on you way

cambabe: Well, I’m hitting on you.

people think that i would get jealous, but it takes a lot to get be jealous.

how could i be jealous? two hot chicks getting into each other? what if one made the other leave me for the one? whatev.

theres so much lust in the world, but so little true love, if two hearts meet via my lil IM window, then so be it.

hopefully they’ll invite me to their lesbian wedding.

its friday america. the day of rock. its sunny today and not that cold, but i bet theres still some slush in the hood, so thats good.

the boss is getting us some pizza for lunch. the ladies are asking me what im doing this weekend, i know what theyre trying to do, theyre trying to get me to ask them in return, but i play dumb and go, not much, writing a novel, writing a blook, staying up late, a lone, waking up early

alone.

the mta says that they will open up some bus service on monday on vermont and wilshire which happens to be my route.

the world is crazy.

remember to dance.

thats what charlotte taught me.

i want to thank virginia for inviting me on her sweet ass radio show. i had such a great time. she is such a good host. i felt very comfortable.

we talked about sex drugs rock drinking college life blogging chicago joliet the cubs california greg mcilvane bil clinton maryland crabbing college radio we even said a few curse words cuz we could.

then i prepared to make my big time announcement and her studio audience made trumpet sounds and i told her and everyone listening on the internet and all the ships at sea that yes i would come out with a sequel to last years best seller, Blook,

and it will be called Blook II: For Your Ass.

and man, did people go crazy.

the girl i was with went crazy, the neighbors started yelling, dogs started barking, people came over and knocked on my door, spotlights got turned on and began moving around, fireworks exploded, elephants stomped, midgets flung confetti,

i even think i heard a twenty one gun salute.

it was so awesome being on the radio last night that it really made me want to get an internet radio show, it really made me want to do something with my life, it really made want to dance around my apartment, which i did. and my lady friend laughed.

then my true love called me and i needed to shower because my lady friend was smiling but you could tell

so i went into the shower and my truest was crying, so i took my shower while on the phone and america its easier than i thought it would be. i just didnt wash my hair.

then ashley called wondering if something on my blog was true and i was all, ashley, come on now.

and she was like, it just sounds like you replaced me so fast, all these girls, all everything.

and i was all, nobody could replace you ashley.

and then jeanine called telling me about axel’s birthday.

and then my lady friend rang her little bell which meant it was time for the smoke machine and the black light.

and the jello

and the aerosmith.

blook 2 will be on sale, next week, here on the busblog, just in time for Christmas.

for your ass

virginia celebrates her blog turning 2! + greg mcilvane’s video called Virginia + pull a tony