if you recall, ms. bunny mcintosh

visted me early last summer and it was a lovely meeting.

she remains one of my favorite bloggers and her post yesterday about her experience on mtvs room raiders is classic

heres an excerpt:

mtv: what’s your name, age, and occupation?

me: I’m Bunny Mcintosh, I’m 23, and I’m a doctor.

mtv: say “hi, I’m bunny, I’m 23 and I’m a student at UGA.”

me: oh… ok. Hi, I’m Bunny Mcintosh and I’m a student at UGA. And um, also I’m 23.

mtv: what do you like to do in your free time?

me: I like to water ski with Tony Braxton, and I like to go on killing sprees.

mtv: um…. say “In my free time I like to go shopping or whatever.”

me: no.

Then, back up in my room, they found my acoustic guitar. They decided I should take that to campus and play acoustic guitar. On campus. No shit.

me: I’m not doing that.

mtv: it will be cute.

me: only if I can also walk along the beach with an older woman who I talk to about feminine hygiene with.

mtv: what?

me: can I at least bring my electric?

it only gets better.

i heart bunny mac.

i also heart anti

some people say he rips off raymi and me. but thats so not true, and if it were, personally, i would be flattered. but i think hes actually just being himself. and stoned minds think alike.

heres an open letter that he gave to the women of the world the other day.

“dear ladies,

“i’d love to feel sorry for you and your vagina’s and how you bleed every month, and the hormones, ect. BUT I DONT.

“i dont feel sorry for you guys, because being a boy has it’s fucking ups and downs too, you know?

“i mean i’d like you to tell me, ladies, have you ever had to peel a sweaty ball sack off your leg? it’s the anatomical equivelant to a fat person, stuck to a leather sofa, on a hot summers day.”

did i mention that he also included a topless pic of himself on this post?


i heart anti too.

but what i really heart the most, is when people say that they are inspired by me.

one particular person said they saw me on tv and decided to make a blog. how cool is that?

I’ve known about weblogs for a long while. In the past, I’ve recommended blogs to folks that weren’t tech-savy who were looking to put a few of their thoughts/words and maybe a photo or two on the internet. But, I never used a blog until today.

Earlier in the week, I saw an episode on the the screensavers about Tony Pierce’s busblog and his new self-published book, How to Blog, in which he offers tips on blogging, plus examples of them. This convinced me to create my first blog. So here it is.

fmateria’s blog, welcome to the blogosphere. take off your shirt and stay a while.

jarret house + zen for lunch + power in numbers + the state im in

what do you do when your dreams come true

when the ship comes in and the sky turns blue.

when the waves get big and the fear gets small, when fingers fit perfect in lifes bowling ball.

anna kournikova actually did come over the other day. she sat me down and we talked about her marriage to the boybander.

she told me that she really loved him and he could give her the things that i couldnt and i said yes, i have no mole to give pah-rump-a-pump-pump.

she said that no one was as funny as me. i was all, what good is it if i lose out to a pop singer who owes everything to his pop.

she said, you didnt lose, you will still be in my heart.

i said, i dont want to be in your heart and i took my finger and i lifted her skirt just a tad. maybe a millimeter. she didnt move. she just whispered, nyet.

and we sat there and held hands as the o’reilly factor blabbered on in the background and she cried a little and i cried a little cuz we both knew it was over and it would never happen for us again.

i said can we get it on one last time for old times sake?

she said, tony.

i said, blink once if you secretly want to.

she said, its no secret that i want to but i want to be a good fiance.

i said whens the big day?

she said, tomorrow.

i said ah shit.

she said, i know.

i said, ah fuck.

she said, yeah… yeah.

and then i really cried, and i never cry, but if you were there, trust me, you woulda cried too cuz in real life anna is even hotter than she should be.

especially when shes smitten.

and that fuckr smittened my little russian doll.

and we hugged good night and

out walked anna kournikova into the dirty streets of hollywood

and into her awaiting limo.

crazy in la + steph in southbeach + jason defillippo on call for help