in order to stop the emails,

i will admit that yes, ive been spotted out and aboot with a certain canadian playboy bunny.

often you hear me say how lucky i am.

i dont mean at the track.

havent been home in two days. im in my pajamas. ive just read some of the buzz machine, who i trust regarding politics. i dont know why. i just do.

in the mailbox today: the latest maxim magazine with eliza cuthrough whatever her name is hottie from old school and 24, my copy of The Five Biggest Lies Bush Told Us About Iraq by nexus alum chris scheer and his pa bob scheer, and a cd-rom of sexy pics of mindy formerly of 5ilver and now voxura, and a sweet postcard from italy.

going out: a nice package to mr chokey chicken and aaron from mist featuring my afro and some additional surprises because when people win your auctions they should always get a lil something extra. im thinking maybe some rookie basketball cards of some famous athletes.

plans for the night: laundry with karisa.

what the hells going on inthat picture? its tomdog’s kleenex dispenser

wearing: flannel shirt, pajama bottoms that says “sugar daddy” with pictures of the candy.

whats on the tv: shockingly nothing

whats on the radio: zip

whats in the iTunes: rare silence

current condition: still in shock about the raw talent of tsar as witnessed last night at the good hurt

probability that the cubs will win the world series: ridiculously high

cd to play while enjoying a nice hot shower: the darkness permission to land

i have 11 minutes of my government mandated 15 minute break

now i only have 3 minutes.

all i want to say is george bush is being gay about this gay marriage thing. hes not even being gay cuz gays are opened minded. why would he want to shoot himself in the foot about this. did anyone ask his opinion? does he think he will get votes off this?

repubs who would be in favor of a ban on gay marriages are already on their knees to george w. and they’d stay there regardless if he kept quiet on this issue.

so all hes going to do is piss off the reagan democrats who might have switched over, but now theyre just going to think hes a royal dick.

isnt the party who is supposed to be interested in less government the Repubs?

why do they care so much who marries who? and if they are the self-appointed moral compass, wouldnt they rather that people marry each other as opposed to romping around eternally single and reckless and free?

gay marriages do nothing to this republic except proclaim to the world that the usa truly is the home of the free and the home of the brave. denouncing these marriages sends a loud signal to the world that we might be leaders in economics and military and technology, but we are centuries behind in social issues and quote unquote morality.

this president of ours, if we care about how we look, makes us look ridiculous.

he doesnt stop people who dont even know each other from getting married on tv during a prime time game show

and yet he’s going to stop people, some of whom have been together for most of their lives, from being recognized legally as a couple.

fuck you george bush and your tyrannical old school fucked up beliefs.

fuck you for throwing those ideas on people who didnt ask for your opinion.

fuck you for not representing the majority of america who dont care who the hell marries each other, and if they did they wouldnta made My Big Fat Obnoxious Wedding a bigger tv hit than the series finale of Sex in the City.

i am so happy that this came up this year and at this time because it will be the nail in the bush coffin.

and im stoked that nail will be pink.

splink + sk smith + wheres rupaul on this issue?

last night was a rock n roll hollywood night.

as recorded my stomach was giving me problems. most blame can be put on the pre-made Ralphs roast beef sandwich i ate for lunch. i worked late. super hot girl picked my ass up. i was still clutching my gut and releasing wind. she asked if she wanted to go to her condo and take a shower. i said no. she said what if we ask her landlord for some wacky tobbacky. i told her i didnt touch drugs. she said but if youre sick its medicinal. i really needed to go to this show cuz i had told so many people about it. so i let her take me there. i took the meds. i ate a piece of bread and we drove to culver city/venice.

half way there i was on top of the world. all was good in the hood.

the Good Hurt club looks like a clubhouse in Iowa. it feels like the party place on the good side of the tracks of flashdance. it doesnt have a full bar. it doesnt have captain morgans. it doesnt have a lot of things. it did have beer vodka and whiskey. and last night it had tsar.

the best band in the universe.

you know a band is great when their bass amp keeps unplugging and they still rock. they were also funny.

many of the kids i brought had never seen the worlds greatest band and i felt sorta embarrassed when i saw the club. and how empty it was. and how the opening singer, alligator dave, was a glorified david allen coe straight off the boardwalk. but everyone got it. everyone saw that this was a dynomite band no matter the circumstances.

tsars new songs were on fire. their old songs filled the blanks and their smoke machine reminded the kids that rock spelled upside down is tsar.

since my tummy was lined with pepto i drank many vodkas straight and downed several beers. and since i hadnt eaten, after the show me and hot babe drove to west hollywood’s ihop. she had the eggs and bacon and i had the chicken fried steak which came with mashed potatoes and broccoli, and blogosphere, i cleaned my damn stoned midnight post-club plate.

and then she took me back to her condo and molested me.


and in the morn she loaned me some boxer shorts and sox and today im here.


for your asses.

bing + bastard family + bastich