theres only two people who use my home, landline, phone – my mom, and the red cross.

because of that i almost always miss my blood donation appointment because who he hell checks their answering machine any more?

if i see theres a message, i just call my mom.

last night i drove our director of seo to the rentacar place by the airport. it was like 60 bucks a day for a regular car or 80 bucks a day for a convertible vette so which one would you pick?

i took him to kanpai because he said he really loves sushi and i got this lobster roll for him to check out and he said it was the best roll he’s ever had. and this is a guy who’s traveled the world.

afterwards i drove past randy’s donuts. of which i am the mayor of on foursquare.

and just like several other times at night, the so called 24 hour establishment was closed.

some times i go there and theyre outta donuts. some times i go and theyre closed.

people laugh but i swear to you do not be surprised if one day you see me in the donut business.

meanwhile:

saw that dancing baby video for the first time today and i thought if babies were more talented

perhaps then they would be more popular.

keep trying, babies!

does it get any better?

and during his press conference he was even better, if thats possible

LOVE HIM!

i love LA

i love LA

sorry boston fans

predict the score of tonights game

He says Lakers 106 Boston 103

I say Lakers 92 Boston 82

WHAT YOU SAY BUSBLOGGERS?

i wonder cuz i never talk to them so i really have no idea what they think. but they always say hi tony so i figure theyre cool with me.

but i wonder if in the morning they are curious as to who makes my musical selections because every day theyre wildly different.

i try to educate myself each day with the newest cuts of todays sounds. but i have no tolerance to crap so i will switch it out with old school dre or some sort of classic rock.

then i wonder if im waking them. i know one of them is a bartender at a great local bar. i dont wake up ridiculously early but i worry. i dont wanna be a bad neighbor.

meanwhile sometimes i stay up super late and take like a 3am shower. also with music. i try to keep the volume down, but you never know what people can hear.

i never hear them and i wonder if thats because our walls are so great or because theyre actually regular people who come home from work, cook dinner, and then sleep like humans.

i suppose if i really was that uptight id actually go out of my way to befriend them.

but for some reason i believe that a mans home is his hideout, and his privacy should be respected.

today i jammed a grunge era tribute to disco performed by hard rockers and riot grrls.

i was showering a tad earlier than normal because i wanna get out of the office by 545pm to catch this game 7. even though i work pretty close to Staples, the riot police are gonna be out in full force and i really dont wanna find myself on the wrong end of one of those billy clubs.

id rather take in the majesty from the comfort of my hideout.

so much

i love her little black dress.

i love that she refuses to wear anything other than firestation red lipstick.

i love that she refuses to just sing a song as written.

i love that she insists on vocal gymnastics on almost every other line.

i love that shes back and dirrtay and belting it out again.

ive missed her.

its bound to happen. especially here in Hollywood where everyones beautiful.

i’ll catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and i’ll flinch.

someone will tag me on Facebook and i’ll say is that what i really look like?

or a pretty girl will tie me up to a rotating bed, turn on the smoke machine, start up the video camera, and when the dvd is shipped to my PO Box i will screen it and say god im fat.

im sure it doesnt help that im usually twice as old as the people im being photographed with, or that im bald (and in my minds eye i still have a huge afro), or that clothes just refuse to look good on me.

but then i will find myself watching television and i’ll happen to see a rock star with a legendary producer

gentlemen who are not that much older than me. at all.

and i will notice how aging hasnt overlooked them either

and i’ll ask to be uncuffed, and i’ll find my iphone and pause the telecast

and i will take a digital picture.

and it makes me feel better about myself.

once again my heroes have inspired me, and now i can soldier on.