guess which website brought me to tears of joy today?

yep. the one youre probably bored to tears of me talking about.

like a proud parent lemme tell you a quickie lil story before i head off to Friendsgiving.

yesterday i sent out an email saying everyone write something about Thanksgiving, i dont care if you havent written in a while, i dont care if youre tired, i dont care if youre “busy”, i dont care if youre in jail. write it, put a pic on top, and post it.

i was a little afraid theyd blow me off and be insulted that i was being demanding – ok very afraid – they are volunteers after all and it was last minute and they might very well be busy and in jail and thus very tired.

but they came through in a bigger way than probably any web site in america.

so go ye and check out all the things LAist is thankful fer.

and know that on top of all the things i mentioned below, im extremely grateful to have you here on the busblog. i know you probably feel like an estranged mistress, but you’ll always be my baby.

what im thankful for

I’m thankful for so much this Thanksgiving that I don’t even know where to begin, so let’s start with the basics: I’m thankful of you, my family, my friends, loose women, cheap vices, Guitar Hero, and the Good Lord.

I’m thankful for something that you probably don’t have, the greatest bosses alive and the coolest gig. For example can you say fuck to tens of thousands of people today? Fuck.

I’m thankful to live in America where even now in our darkest days I can say things like fuck the president, fuck the vice president and fuck everyone who voted for them, especially the second time.

I’m thankful for my staff, the finest group of volunteer writers, artists, photographers, and editors of any city blog ever. I so don’t deserve them. But I will take ’em because they’ve taken me to the top.

I’m thankful to live in Los Angeles, greatest city in the world. Everything you could ever ask for is here and most of it’s legal. We have the most awesome record store ever, the best food, the coolest cars, the sweetest houses, the prettiest girls, and the lamest dudes that make us normal guys look better than we actually are. Likewise I’m thankful for the smog, the traffic, and the real estate prices which scare away the fakers who don’t have what it takes to stick it out here. Have fun in Florida, fuckers.

… read the rest here