bring the petty pace of speed and grace and rock n roll and tofu girls, I don’t know why everything is so bizarre right now but it is and it is and it is and it is

it reminds me of all the rain we had last year. it just rained and rained and rained and rained and people just kept saying tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow…

I think tomorrow I will be able to tell you some of what I haven’t been able to tell you and trust me I don’t say these things to keep you tuning in because I know you’ll be back you’ve been back over all these years and some of you are even nice enough to tell your friends

all I know is today I laughed and cried and yelled and screamed I told people I loved them I told people they were full of shit hell I told lots of people they were full of shit. and I wasn’t kidding.

my shirt, my favorite shit is stinking from all the sweat that ive burned through over these last twenty four hours and I keep thinking that the Lord is all “we’re going to give tony not just a pop quiz but a ton of pop quizzes all in a row” to see if I would crack or if id be less of a good man or more of an idiot or if id burn bridges or if id turn into someone else.

but when youre 113 youre pretty much the same old song and dance.

and tonight even though I thought everything was over I wasn’t able to write I wasn’t able to dance I wasn’t able to do anything and the phone kept ringing and some of the people were exactly who I wanted to talk to but it still didn’t help and I wanted to say what was the truth for me which was I know im a freak I know im a weirdo I know im never going to find a girl like the one I moved to LA to get away from.

I know precisely why I have to stop playing the lotto. its because the Lord knows that if I win im moving to maui and im just going to sit in my little grass shack and watch the waves and I’ll never really do much except write bullshit like how I miss LA and how I miss mi vida loca.

which is to say I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but this ten days have been so vida that if something very very bad happened to me or very very good I wouldn’t be surpised and you shouldn’t either because it really has been that super extreme

and the sad thing is there isn’t an unlimited amount of tomorrows and tomorrows and tomorrows. which is why I try so hard to get it right today. especially at my age.

this is what i wrote for his birtday post a few years ago. sadly im swamped here at buzznet which is why i havent posted all day so forgive me as i give you a rerun right now:

im sick as a damn dog and ive been up all night watching an academy screener of Gangs of New York which i totally loved.

clipper girl brought it over with four of her sexiest girlfriends and they all watched it at my place cuz i have such a huge

tv.

afterwards they went home and i played grand theft auto because i was so psyched after the movie.

but now here it is 3:35am and i really wanted to go to gregs birthday party tomorrow because a hootenanny will break out and all but like i said im sick and i dont think i will get much better by tomorrow and this is the early stages of the sickness which will probably get worse which means that i am probably at the contageous stage and the last thing i would want to do is get every single one of my dear dear friends ill cuz of my dumb bus-riding ass.

but it is nice to stay up and just read peoples blogs and write and write and write.

hi blog.

hi tone.

hi cold.

hi tony.

hi blank area in the blogger post.

my man aj totally whipped out $30 and flowed it to the busblog so my hats off to him, thanks bro.

for that he gets a free mystery gift sent to his house.

i think he will like it.

i think it will be a poetry book of mine from way back when.

i think if anyone else flows $30 or more they will get one of my little out of print chapbooks of poems.

in my day i wasnt a bad poet.

infact birthday boy greg painted a portrait of me and titled it “the worlds greatest living poet.”

well, greg is the worlds greatest living lots of things, and right now he’s doing a pretty damn good job of raising his adorable little son, sean.

i am super happy for the way things are turning out for greg.

it doesnt seem all that long ago when he was sleeping on my couch in frisco trying to get it together and now he is living in one of the coolest, i shit you not, houses in los feliz, a house full of guitars and cool colors and old appliances, and love and love and love.

i bought him the dumbest birthday card of all, which took me a while to find, but of all people he would appreciate it. we share a love for the dumb things in life. like 99 cent store cookies, and plastic toys, and puns.

greg has influenced me in tons of ways but maybe the best way was that he showed me that not only is it ok to let the art out, but it is our responsibility.

so happy 74th birthday mi amigo. if i dont end up at your party, just know that i will be wearing a pointy birthday hat here at the beach house all day in your honor.

greg vaine, the worlds greatest rock operaist who isnt into kiddie porn.

creator of one of the cutest little elfs you’ll ever

EVER lay eyes on

and a future hall of fame dodger starting pitcher

and husband of one of the coolest women in LA which is quite a compliment since there are so many cool ones.

and lead guitarist of the Hollow Trees the best music for little kids you’ll ever hear

happy birthday bro i hope to see you again real soon

gregs blog + greg’s pics + greg’s videos

hi baby.

i know you read the busblog because it seems like everyone reads the busblog these days, so hi.

do you know mike tyson?

what about michael jackson? i know you danced with him that one time at that awards show and it was creepy but do you know him?

i dont but i wish i did.

for if i did i would work out a deal with him that for a very low salary i would shack up in neverland right next to his bedroom and i would be his bro. meaning i would set lil ground rules so that he would never have any problems again.

for example i love kids you love kids and mike loves kids but i would set a ground rule that no kids get to enter his bedroom unless their parents are there and there are at least two cameras.

the king of pop might not like that rule but thats what bros do, they tell their bros when theyre entering dangerous areas. theyre real with them. they give them tough love when its time for tough love and they give them sweet love when… ok they dont give them sweet love but theyre mellow with them when its ok to be mellow.

now michael might not like me keeping it real with him all the time and he might be tempted to fight with me or fire me but i would remind him that the only only only reason that i was coming across the way i was wasnt to make money off him but to protect him and make his dreams come true. in his case, the dream to stay out of the pokey.

if i had been mike tysons bro i would have told him things like train hard, quit buying tigers, stay away from don king, and quit talking to anyone with a microphone.

he probably would have wanted to punch me a few times but im sorta tough, i can take a punch. and i would have a tazer on my person at all time and id shock iron mike when he was winding up. gotta be quick around the champ.

which isnt that hard nowadays.

now theres you britney.

if i had been your bro back in the day i would have made sure that you had some shoes so you wouldnt have had to walk into those bathrooms barefoot, i would have made sure that kfed woulda had a condom, i would have made sure that you would have gone to a real hairdresser instead of supercuts when you got that mommy bob when you were knocked up and about to pose for vanity fair.

but baby, yesterday i would have never ever

ever

let you drive your suv with little baby Sean on your lap. and you coulda fired me you could have slapped me you could have sicced your bodyguard on me but hes a bro too and i would have said brotha im just doing my job and he wouldnt have sat there in the passengers seat and let you do what you did when you did what you did.

and you woulda thanked me.

wanna know why you dont see certain stars make these sort of mistakes in life? major blunders. fucked up shit that isnt cute isnt scandalous but seriously dangerous to innocent people or in this case babies? its because theyve set it up so that they have someone to bro them and snap them back into reality when their husband isnt around and their bodygaurds are letting miss daisy do the driving while blonde.

now i already have job brit, but you need someone with the skillz that ive got. and maybe the buzznet boys will let me work remotely if you throw a few sheckles into their tip jar. but the people around you arent giving you the honest feedback that you deserve and i know its hard to be the bearer of uncomfortable news but sometimes it just has to be said.

and if i was your bro id make a groundrule that says you can never drive your pimped ride for a while. there are far worse things than being surrounded by the paparazzi as your precious angel waits for the airbags to release.

you need a driver, but moreso you need a bro.

i’ll bro that ass.

nancy + erin + jessica + welch

but asstrologys for asstros. and im not sure if this is a bad month or a good one yet because for every really good thing thats happened in the last week something super bizarre has happened.

have you ever been on a few hits of acid and you look at the mirror one minute and you look like the coolest dude ever and the next minute you look at it again and you look like george castanza. and then you realize there are no mirrors in your house and then you realize youre not even in your house?

ive got peoples boyfriends reading this shit and thinking that everything in here is true ive got peoples not boyfriends reading this and thinking that im not the greatest writer in the hollywood hills. ive got peoples agents writing me and offerring me screenplay deals ive got lawyers calling me trying to drop cases ive got lawyers calling me telling me not to let things drop. ive rats to the left of me, bedbugs uptown … shedoobe shattered shattered.

im sitting in my suv on the side of the road on sunset blvd in my little safe place where i go with the ibook when my internet goes down or my computer crashes. my buddy told me that to play it safe i should actually buy windows xp and let him install it tonight. so we’re going to do what we always do which is i back up all of my shit and take my box to his house in atwater and put my computer on his porch and wait for him to work his magic.

we never see each other and i think he likes it that way. its how i work with my maid. im embarrassed with my mess and she gives me my privacy and bakes me a pie so my house will smell good when i come home from the nine to five.

id like to sorta just stay at home lay in bed and work from under the covers but for the next month and a half i’ll be going to amsterdam and then austin doing the exact opposite from hiding and waiting out the freakiness of the world.

and someone was asking on their blog what you should do when you have writers block and this is what you do: when the shit is coming down and when life is bizarre you write it down as it happens. you live blog it. you dont hit publish. you dont post it on your real blog, you dont even put it on your secret blog. you take notes and you write it in word and in november you release it as a book. a secret book. and you watch the bales of cash dump down on you and you read the letters from your readers telling you that youre the man.

and when you get writers block you dont write because you did your writing when it was time to write and you meet totally new girls when you cant write. and when i go to amsterdam and when i go to austin i will be meeting totally new girls and hopefully before and after those events i will meet even newer ones.

heres the problem with new girls though. sorta the same problem with old ones. sometimes it doesnt click. sometimes its all smiles and nodding but when she invites you to the dance floor she wants to do the robot when you wanna poplock. i think thats why the good lord put millions and millions of girls here – so that you can just inhale exhale and dance with a new one tomorrow.

the sun will come up tomorrow annie. you realize that right. today in la it was super warm and i think i know why. cuz the sun needed to get right up close into my shit because even he couldnt believe it.

tomorrow is the grammys and heres the only thing that i wanna see happen. i wanna see john legend beat fall out boy for best new artist.

and tonight im going to eat so much icecream im gonna puke in the bubble bath.

dumbass tony says: whats this i hear about you marrying fil?

raymi says: what where di u hear that

dumbass tony says: my comments

raymi says: are you interviewing me, interview me
raymi says: who said that

dumbass tony says: ahahaha
dumbass tony says: i cnat remember
dumbass tony says: is it true?
dumbass tony says: is it??

raymi says: well its not true, fil does not believe in marriage
raymi says: not unless it is for tax purposes
raymi says: or i become a millionaire

dumbass tony says: im with him
dumbass tony says: are you guys very affectionate?

raymi says: i want to get married though, i want that fuckin rock
raymi says: yes we can be

dumbass tony says: do you tell each other you love each other ?

raymi says: it depends if i or he is being moody
raymi says: yes every nite and every morning

dumbass tony says: not during the day?

raymi says: well he is at work durin gthe day and i am here but he sends me cute emails about me being a cherry blossom and having pretty smelling hair and stuff

dumbass tony says: awwwwwwwww

raymi says: i know

dumbass tony says: do you guys hold hands at the movies?

raymi says: no
raymi says: i lean over and try to talk to him and he gets mad
raymi says: we hold hands when we are walking tho but usually it’s him trying to get me to walk faster like, dragging me along

dumbass tony says: if a cute girl walks by as you two are strolling and he checks her out do you punch him in the arm?

raymi says: he doesnt check her out but i get it in my head that he did and then i argue with him abou tit for 5 minutes

dumbass tony says: youre a jealous girl?

raymi says: yes
raymi says: when a hot guy walks by i look at fil to see if he notices me notcing the hot gut but he acts like he doesnt notice so then there is no point in checking out the guy and fil is usually hotter than the other guy anyway
raymi says: corretc my grammar if u are using this please

dumbass tony says: never

raymi says: ungh

dumbass tony says: is he the jealous type too?

raymi says: yes
raymi says: but he’s better at masking it and sometimes he gets jealous just to cause drama like as entertainment

dumbass tony says: matt and jenny good were in TO – were they there to see you two?

raymi says: no matt was there for the cbc celebirty politcal debate thing

dumbass tony says: ahhhhhh
dumbass tony says: your pics with jen are awesome

raymi says: yeah

dumbass tony says: and your vids

raymi says: yes we have lots of fun

dumbass tony says: you will dominate the world very soon, fyi

raymi says: ha i was just being emo yesterday cos i guess it had been awhile, i got it in my head that i wasnt going to drink and then i got in a super super super bad mood over it

dumbass tony says: were you pooping and listening to that Life Aquatic soundtrack?
dumbass tony says: or vomiting?

raymi says: pooping

dumbass tony says: i had sex to that soundtrack not too long ago

raymi says: ew

dumbass tony says: needless to say i loved it before but i love it more now
dumbass tony says: you dont have sex with music playing?

raymi says: no
raymi says: the tv is usually on

dumbass tony says: even at night?

raymi says: we use to have porn on when we had VOD but now it’s like those 1 800 sex chat commercials or the discovery channel or muchmusic
raymi says: sometimes video games

dumbass tony says: but fil loves music
dumbass tony says: why dont you let him rock the tunes?

raymi says: cos i start giggling
raymi says: and get distracted

dumbass tony says: thats what the restraints are for
dumbass tony says: tell me about the big gay blogger party that you had with paige
dumbass tony says: is it true that shes secretly in love with me?

raymi says: paige is super cute and hot and i was really nervous when she showed up to our condo
raymi says: so i got drunk and twiddled with my hair and gave her a felt thing that i has just made
raymi says: tony isnt everyone in love with you?

dumbass tony says: sadly NO

raymi says: aw

dumbass tony says: this girl gave me her # the other day, i called her and left a message and she has yet to return my message WTF!

raymi says: get over it

dumbass tony says: done

raymi says: tony you need to focus on yourself not the muff

dumbass tony says: the girls here have no muff

raymi says: well thats cos theyre tacky
raymi says: u know what i mean

dumbass tony says: back to paige
dumbass tony says: is she fun?

raymi says: you need to go on a spiritual journey
raymi says: yes she is she was super loaded and flirts mercilessly

dumbass tony says: hmmmmm

raymi says: hmm what

dumbass tony says: im deciding if shes my type
dumbass tony says: who else was there that was cool?

raymi says: samir deadly unicorn rock n roll nigger radnum drawings carrie butterfly karma lewd angel photojunkie.ca
raymi says: lots
raymi says: great turn out

dumbass tony says: whats this i hear that you went crazy about the cats cradle the other night

raymi says: i didnt go crazy

dumbass tony says: so fils a liar?
dumbass tony says: somehow i doubt he is

raymi says: well i didnt go crazy for it i got excited over it

dumbass tony says: ah – welll i guess this interview is over since i have to eat supper now
dumbass tony says: but will you please keep sending me those cool vids?
dumbass tony says: theyre awesome, seriously
dumbass tony says: i want to help make you THE authority of videos
dumbass tony says: like roger ebert of movies but more powerful
dumbass tony says: im not kidding around

raymi says: nice i like this idea

dumbass tony says: its gotta be approved by raymi or its shit

raymi says: haha
raymi says: sweet
raymi says: i am a tough critic

dumbass tony says: i want people to say “yeah thats a good video. lets send it to raymi and see what she thinks.”
dumbass tony says: give my love to TO!!
dumbass tony says: tell paige and her roommates to send me more nudes
dumbass tony says: and krista oceanaria too

raymi says: they send u nudes!?

dumbass tony says: ahahah no jk
raymi says: aw

dumbass tony says: maybe you can influence them to let go of their fears

raymi says: i hope

dumbass tony says: bye baby

raymi says: ciao foolio

raymi + raymi on buzznet + fil

Pittsburgh 35
Seattle 9

thats my pick, whats yours

fuckit if its toxic.

clippergirl came over last night tipsy from tanguery late late like two am. i had just finished a web site for my beautiful and amazing young attorney. not really finished but definitely phase one had been completed and i felt good about it.

parts were even funny. those will have to be taken out, of course, but maybe we can do something interesting with it.

clippergirl laid on my couch in some superstretch denim jeans that fit her like theyd been tailored. often im amazed at the things that i get to see live and in person and if i could take pictures every day for you, one every hour, then i think youd understand when sometimes i think that the angels all like to huddle above me and just toss unbelievable things at me and see if they can get me to show any form of real emotion what so ever.

i snap my fingers when im super into it while gambling.

that’s pretty wild, i suppose.

anyhow she was laying there just playing with the tassels of her wild west vest and i asked her about guys with tongue piercings.

have you ever kissed a guy with a tongue pierce?

yes. three guys.

what was it like?

the first time was amazing, the second one was okay and the third one after a while i was all, can you just take that out?

then i asked her if oral was better and she said no.

i said, doesn’t it add to the stimulation?

she said, the tongue can stimulate just fine.

jay z was on winamp.

she didn’t care that i had dishes that were melting in its own stink.

she didn’t care that there was a pink box sitting on a chair in the corner with one big slice left of chocolate mousse cake and two forks stuck in it.

she didn’t care that they were out of tequila, that rum would do the trick.

now sahara hotnights was on the winamp.

two forty four am and he thought that he really oughtta go to sleep and then he thought that it pretty much sucks that he’s tied to job that he cant stay up all night if he wanted to with a pretty girl with boots and bows in her hair who walked back into the front room with a pitcher of coke, a bottle of rum, and two clear glass tumblers and a box of wheat thins.

he had some cheese that he wasn’t sure if she had seen, but there it was under her arm and she waited for him to clear a spot on the coffee table jay z was back on it was getting close to three in the morning. he could do this. the cheese was soft cuz he had just picked it up for no reason. he had no idea she was coming over. sometimes he forgot that he had a terrific life and even though he had a great weekend he thought his week would find him alone and lonely and stressed out over making the web site look decent.

but no. once again he was wrong. wrong as always. wrong as sin. wrong as george bush giving people who own suvs a huge tax break.

everything was going to be all right.

just like always.

just like it’ll always be.

just like it’s meant to be.

and the new neighbors next door had their bullshit turned up just a little too loud, but that didn’t bother us.

and their dog barking and barking and barking, mostly at crickets or wolves or any number of the wild life that you can find up in these hills didn’t bother us either.

and soon it was three thirty.

and then it was four.

an unseasonably warm evening we were having, i even had a window open which blew the candle around frantically casting dancing shadows across the framed drawing of jimi hendrix over the fireplace.

air was on and i asked her what she wished she was doing right that minute other than what she was doing right then and she said

i wish i was floating on a blowup raft in an overheated pool

with one hand dangling in the almost toohot water.

xris + film hacks + neil + athena

im waiting for something so i figure what the hell. its friday. lets go

1. What time is it:
7:25pm

2. What is your Full Name?:
Anthony M. Pierce III

3. Nicknames:
dumbass, tony, tp, tp3, yo

4. Piercing:
against the bible

5. Pets:
i love animals but wtf am i gonna do with a pet?

6. What color pants are you wearing right now?:
black

7. What are you listening to right now?
my computer hum because it loves me

8. What are the last 2 digits of your phone number?
11

9. What was the last thing you ate:
i went to fatburger because i was getting my car detailed and they were taking forever cuz its LA and people obsess over their cars here especially on a friday night, so i went to fatburger to celebrate something but when i got there i was all “as much as i love fatburgers theyre soooo unhealthy” (every woman i know in LA has put those voices in my head) so i got a chicken burger there. grilled chicken breast. fat fries and coke. eight bucks.

10.If you were a crayon what color would you be:
burnt sienna

11. How is the weather right now?
i didnt wear a flannel all day.

12. Last person you talked to on the phone?
jeff solomon, king lion of judah. stud of the century. father of my children. master of the universe who looked at my computer the other day and said seems to me that you need a new ethernet cable and gave me the cable and was calling me to follow up to see if it workd. my first born will be called jeff solomon pierce of antigua.

13. First thing you notice about whichever sex you’re attracted to?
teeth. lord if i know why.

14. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
does anyone not like christie?

15. How are you today?
unbelieveably great

16. Favorite Drink:
diet dr pepper. or coke classic depending if i need a sugar rush.

17. Favorite Alcoholic drink?
either a double baileys neat
or a triple captian morgan in nice big glass, also neat. why fuck around.

18. Favorite Sports to participate in?
madden on playstation2

19. Hair Color:
im 113, black with gray

20. Eye Color:
black

21. Do you wear contacts:
i have perfect vision and i can see thru bullshit, plus i have a 007 watch its the one and only, its got an i-spy sensor that tells me when youre lonely

22. Siblings:
two.

23. Favorite Month(s):
this is why i dont do these quizzes.

24. Favorite Food?
i eat chicken probably every day. or things that taste like chicken.

25. The movie you watched last ?
In a theater – King Kong (A- i love jack black but he was overacting)
at home – 40 yr old Virgin (A+)

26. Favorite Day of the Year:
opening day.

27. Are you too shy to ask someone out?:
since i dont do drugs any more, i try to do things that will either trip me out naturally or make my heart beat. so yes its fun to ask people out but then you have to do all those other things once they say yes. like wonder why they would ever say yes.

28. Summer or Winter?
there are seasons?

29. Hugs or Kisses?
i can eat a bag of either of them. but since you get more protein from the nuts in hugs lets go with those.

30. Chocolate or Vanilla:
a girl wrote this quiz, didnt she.

31. What books are you reading:
the Bible and i wanted to buy The Diary of Anne Frank but the hipster bookstore next to the Los Feliz 3 was too cool for her. fuckers.

32. Whats on your mouse pad?
dust since its in the closet.

33. Favorite Board Game(s)?
scrabble but only when i play against geniuses.

34. What did you do last night?
caught up on my Buzznet work.

35. Living Arrangements:
i live in a pretty cool bachelor pad hidden in the hills of hollywood, alone, with just me, a thousand magazines, two thousand baseball cards, three thousand cds, high speed internet, and a directv satelite dish. there are hardwood floors, a fireplace, 24/7 security, and a closet the perfect size to write to you.

36. Favorite Smells:
excited women, pizza, really good weed.

37. Least Favorite Smells?
really good weed that doesnt get passed to me at a concert

38. Can you touch your nose with your tongue:
if i cheat

39. What inspires you?
pictures, kisses, and good blog entries

40. Favorite Word?
yes

41. Favorite place to eat out?
her place

42.What was your most perfect vacation escape?
this christmas i drove from LA to vancouver and back down again… very slowly. i loved every minute.

43. If you won the lottery would you continue to work?:
not only that but i would invest in Buzznet. just wait till you see what we pull off in the very near future, and i dont mean video.

44. Favorite snack:
puffed cheetos

45. Favorite candy:
huge blocks of trader joes chocolate

46. Favorite Flower?
Flower from Playboy TVs “Nightcalls 411”

47. The first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning?
God bless Marc Brown for letting me have a job where i dont have to set an alarm any more.

48. Favorite fast food restaurant:
McDonalds still has it.

49. Favorite day of the week:
im wishing ill upon the creator of this.

50. Favorite ice cream:
cookie dough

51. What is your favorite color?
im wishing violence upon the creator of this

52. Lake, ocean or river?
im wishing violence followed by insurance red tape upon the creator of this

53. How many tattoos do you have?
against the bible or id have hundreds.

54. Prefer your lady in cotton panties or a gstring?
if you have the right lady it doesnt matter what shes wearing

55. Birthday:
10/22/1908

56. Are you currently dating anyone?:
if i was i wouldnt be doing a lj quiz on a friday night

57. What is your opinion of things like this?
i think theyre dumb, but i do read other peoples’s. so whatever.

58. Favorite CD of 2005:
Tsar – Band Girls Money

59. ever been toilet papering?
T-ping someone’s house? thats my middle name! or my intials. but no. you get shot for that where im from.

60. Loved someone so much it made you cry?
ha! me? no. no. no. yes. shuttup.

61. Been in a car accident?
when i first moved here to LA i was shocked at how many super hot women there were just walking around. and i rearended the guy in front of me at an extremely low speed (we were approaching a stop sign) he got out and said dude i was checking her out too. we slapped hands and went on with life. that was the closest ive ever gotten. im the best driver of all time.

62. Croutons or bacon bits?
croutons rule all things.

63. Disney or Warner Bros:
the wb employs black folk so the wb.

64. How many times did you fail your drivers test?
once, and i still dont know why.

65. From whom did you get your last e-mail?
my lawyer telling me that everythings gonna be alright.

66. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
credit cards are also against the bible. but if i had one i would probably blow a wad at best buy.

67. What you do most often when you are bored?
thanks to blogging i dont think ive really been bored, at home, in years. when theres not a computer around i make up little songs in my head. at fatburger for instance i wrote a little tune about the cute little high school kids who must have been 14 on their cute little date holding hands. it was called “please wear my friendship bracelette jimmy”

68. Bedtime?
3am if i dont head to the couch beforehand. if i do go to the couch after 11pm, five minutes later is it.

69. Favorite TV shows:
lost, countdown with keith oberman, pardon the interruption, the simpsons (still!), family guy, mcglaughlin group, real time with bill maher (is that coming back?), survivor, big brother, beauty and the geek, revenge of the show, drawn together

70. Last person you went out to dinner with?
anna kournikova

71. Ford or Chevy?
i like the new mustangs but too many idiots have them now, so vette baby

72. Your best memory?
ive had a very blessed life so there are many. every time a girl has kissed me for the first time is way up there, but probably winning the california intercollegiate press association award for best arts and entertainment editor a few months after being and accepting the award in a dress.

73. Time you finished this e-mail?
8:04p

74. Do you want your friends to write back?:
my friends wont but my blog buddies might.

75. Who is most likely to respond:
raymi/

76: Who is least likely to respond:
dan hilldale, he and charlie are so smart yet they keep it to themselves for some reason.

i can be very mean + timmay + sean freaks + christie

hi tony pierce. i love you so please dont make fun of me.

why would i make fun of you?

oh i dont know, because my legs are stuck together!

baby, we all have our little crosses to bear. shit, im a blogger, you dont think thats embarrassing?

good point.

so can you swim fast.

see.

no really?

no i cant swim fast. im not a fish. im a little girl.

do you have gills?

tony, im a girl.

can you breathe underwater?

im going to kill you.

i was just kidding. do you like fish?

yes, i like bass, shrimp, crab. i love seafood.

no, like do you liiiiike fish, as in if you see an eel do you think oooo sex-ay?

come here so i can slap you.

what do you do if you cant ride a big wheel or skip or… even walk?

i crawl around a lot. my mom carries me. but mostly i watch tv.

what are some of your favorite shows?

squarepants spongebob, punk’d, lost, anything on cnn.

you follow politics?

i fucking love politics.

wow. well the president is speaking today. what do you expect from his speech?

lies. false promises. scary threats of american imperialism disguised as idealism where peace and freedom can only be spread via military influence imposed by the us army.

wow.

and no mention of the fact that we went to war based on wmds and found none. no mention of the fact that the election results in iraq will be counted in secret by men with an american agenda.

says who?

thats the word on the street.

thats a pretty cynical perspective from a cute little girl.

lifes a bitch tony, i just calls em like i sees em.

i think youre rad mermaid girl.

i think youre radder tony pierce.

awwww.

i have no idea what this is about + the deputy + virginia

its one oh three and im on top of the world, america.

is it because i have a hot date tonight? yes.

is it because in a few weeks im going to amsterdam for free simply because im a blogger? yes.

is it because the legal proceeding that ive been hinting to is about to end and all will be good in the hood again? hell yes.

my attorney advises that i dont talk about it until all the dots are dotted and the tees are teed but lets just say that the mighty casey didnt strike out this time in mudville that the glove didnt fit so you must acquit and sometimes the cubs win the cubs win.

seriously i dont think i could be any happier than i am right now. but because im an xbi agent and because our emotions got lasered out of us at an early age this is me happy:

yo yo.

likewise this is me sad:

yo.

what you wont see because i dont have a cam in my house is me about to kick up the jams and dance around in my house for a good 15 minutes tom cruise risky business style and then clean my home for my impending visitor and then jet over to santa monica to sign what i hope are the last of the legal documents

and then go back to my lifestyle of … whatever my lifestyle is.

and even though i know this is premature, id like to thank the Lord Above for always having my back,

i wanna thank the fans who are always there,

i wanna thank my lawyer, my agent, and my other lawyer.

i wanna thank the academy

and of course all the little people, and by little i mean the brothas with the little schweens that make mine look big.

gravitass