to their slumber party in westwood again this year, so i wont be updating my main page tonight. but in the meantime i hope you visit the sites of those who have doled out the tpierce shout outs.

the ladies asked what they could give me i told them i needed some behind the ear headphones cuz the normal ones wreck the ‘fro. they laughed and said it wouldnt be a problem, which is good because i forgot my newspaper this morning and the whole commute i couldnt get that Xzibit song out of my head:

The first day of the rest of my life / X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike/ Y’all keep the spotlight / I’m keeping my rhymes tight / Lose sight of what you believe / And call it a night This ain’t the light-weight, cake mix shit That you’re used to / Teflon territory you just can’t shoot through You gonna shoot who? (Who?) / Not even on your best day / Rollin’ the Wild West way, givin’ it up / Leavin’ the whole world stuck not givin’ a fuck / Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut / Hennesy and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup / Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze, loosen up.

but thankfully, everyone who rides public transpo here in LA reads this Blog, so good. here’s today’s lesson:

if you’re fortunate enough to ride an escalator, if you’re not going to move, slide to the right. it’s a pretty universal concept. and when you get off the ride, keep moving. you aren’t the only other person in the world. dont just get off and dig into your purse, or pull out your cell phone, or light up a joint. keep it movin.

if you want to be an inconsiderate ass, buy a car.

that means you, Lou from REI. the retard lookin guy with the Blair Witch tshirt, black socks, black shorts, black shoes. if youre not getting off and youre a big loser, move your ass to the back of the bus so that people can get off and/or get on. theres no reason to stand in the aisle and theres no reason to stand in the exit doorway.

if you’re not too thin, move in!: sometimes people get off. but when the person who is sitting next to them is fat and does not scooch in to the window seat, no one can sit, which means that no one can get out of the aisle. which means, I cant squeeze through all the mass of humanity which means i miss my stop and i have to travel an enitre mile before the next stop!

and by the way, the escalator — the UP one, of course — was not working at the Wilshire/Western red line station. i may not get a bus pass next month out of protest.

in unrelated news, the court may issue a bench warrant against me. why? because the state is a bunch of wankers and when i go to heaven i get to poop on them.

and didnt see TSG until i boarded the bus and i sat right behind her.

i think it creeped her out a little. i didnt care. her hair looked great.

bathroom walls dont have a lot of design either, i suppose, and all of you read that.

got outta the men’s room. had the ‘fro correct.

stroll down the hallway, and who do i see?

ms. jules asner and she whispered hi to me!

do i miss her? oui.

yesterday a train got stuck in the tunnel near Pershing Square and fucked up everything and i was late to work.

at wilshire and vermont i got out and took the bus down wilshire and of the 8 escalators only 2 worked and neither were the ones that were going up.

today on the bus i saw a kid. looked almost exactly like i did when i was 13. he had on a dressshirt and slacks and a tie. he was fiddling with the tie’s knot

in the reflection of the window across from him.

his collar was way up in the back and you could tell a kid that but they dont know how to adjust it. which is why people just adjust it for you.

but you cant really do that to an unknown kid on a bus. so i didnt say nothin.

and it sorta looks better sometimes to be young with a fucked up dress shirt collar.

and my silent affair with a certain tall skinny girl who i avoid at all costs.

yesterday i was walking east down wilshire as usual from work to La Brea because the 20 and 21 never come when you would like them to. So i am forced to walk the 7 blocks to La Brea to catch the big red Rapid 304. when what do i see but TKG walking down wilshire too! i found this as very odd since I know that she gets dropped off at least 7 blocks west of me! why is she here?

she is on the north side of wilshire, about two blocks away. so even though i think shes super cute, i cross the street to go to the south side. we walk and there she is waiting to cross la brea to go to MY rapid bus stop when here comes a 21. so i hop on it thus avoiding any contact with her or her coolness and i chuckle to myself. although i dont know why cuz im bummed cuz teen girl has a plane ticket to see me and shes not going to use it.