and i guess technically Sunday is the begining of a new week, but lets pretend that its the end of the work week…

im about to sever ties with one of my best and longest friends.

in retrospect it was a long time coming and in many ways this friend had severed ties with me a while ago but i was too dumb to see it.

im not very smart, fyi.

and i let people sometimes walk all over me. i blame it on being raised a cub fan.

when youre a cub fan you’ll pretty much take whatever warmed over piece of shit they serve up to you and as long as its wearing those pinstripes and cubs hat we’ll take it.

which is why i was so surprised when the fans of the northside booed sammy sosa.

but i guess times change.

im not going to go into the details of this relationship or how i was wronged, but the way i see it i was 100% honest with this person and extremely patient and i changed when i was asked to change and i adjusted and i did the things that i thought would be best to keep the thing alive.

but apparently that wasnt enough and slowly and surely ive been erased from this person’s life, for the exception of the times when this person was the lowest this person has ever been in and then this person came running to my house where i took care of the situation with the help of tivo brand recording devices, campbell brand soup, and some of the equipment loaned to me by the xbi.

and the person who caused this persons pain is now permanently handicapped.

and was forced to ingest his own toe.

and say how good it was.

still, im the dumb one.

for some reason i thought that years of friendship and kickass communication would lead to a long long friendship

but it appears that any time this person is really happy its me who gets not only pushed to the back burner but under the stove and after a while it gets cold down there and fucked up.

and i wish you knew me, for if you did, you’d know that i dont ask a lot of people. the biggest thing i ask for is a little respect, and for the chosen few, the opportunity to hang out with them every now and then.

as a recluse up to my gills in cheerleaders and blogging ventures, its not like im one of those clutchy friends whose always “oh lets do this tomorrow, and lets do this other thing tuesday, and lets do this other thing wednesday, and lets go to vegas over the weekend…”

even my closest dearest friends barely see me or are bothered too much with my presence.

and now this person wont have to worry about keeping the lie alive anymore either.

and i hope that this person has a wonderful life and i hope that the people in this persons life are worth it.

although id bet you thousands of dollars that theyre not, nor will they be in a years time.

and yes life sucks sometimes, and yes lifes not fair sometimes, but life is its worse when people who should know you turn into strangers and pretend that youre something youre not and then abandon you. and yes i see the hypocracy of abandoning this person in return but i really dont see any other option.

im off to the corpse bride.

franklin ave + annika + kool keith + above pic of leah

(i know, i cant believe its been three years either)

hi, my name is tony, and im an internet junkie

here i am in beautiful aruba, land of iguanas, blue seas, white beaches and some of the most overweight tourists in the world and instead of combing the resorts for thong-clad topless european travelers to meet and make up stories about, here i am in an internet cafe writing you.

i just got done gambling and drinking in the Crystal Casino, the island’s only twenty four hour gambling den. everyone is very nice to you here. they speak several different languages because no one can make up their mind as to who should own this tropical wonderland.

this afternoon we took the airconditioned bus tour around the island. the whole place is very small so it only took us a few hours to hit all the hot spots. my advice: don’t take the tour. stay in the resort, wade in the pool, suck up the drinks and if you get adventurous experience the 80 degree sea and the pearly white sands. theres nothing going on away from the beach except for a goat looking for water to get his beard wet while atop a strange rock formation.

do i love you all? of course.

will i move here one day? never. there truly isn’t anything going on here which is why most of the 100k locals dream of moving to the netherlands or holland, whichever will give them a job.

its warm here and its windy. my taxi driver told me that the wind is your friend. if theres no wind you feel the 90 degree temps and you sweat like crazy. with the wind you love where you are and you don’t complain.

these are some of the sweetest and smartest people on the planet but i think that they are cruel sometimes. there were native “indians” who once inhabited this isle and to acknowledge them they named the local beer after them. i don’t think that’s nice since we know how “indians” and alcohol don’t mix.

the women are short and dark and sweet and can dance dance dance. they love americans. they love sorta dark americans like me. everywhere i go they say hi to me and wave. my mother rented the most hideous mini van that has a huge rent-a-car sticker on the hood and on the door but still the ladies wave. i was thinking about going to one of the night clubs here and seeing the locals shake their groove thing but they take their dancing very serious here. in february and march, for example, they celebrate Carnival and they dance all day and all night for 10 hours a day for two weeks.

i asked the college girl at the Aloe factory if people show up to work hung over after a night of Carnival and she says the whole island wakes up hung over but they just shake it off and go back to dancing while at work.

why not?

there are palm trees with coconuts. there are parrots, there are lizards, there are europeans who sunbathe with their tops off, there are dogs and chickens and lots of channels on the television.

last night we all watched the Sopranos on HBO and if that isn’t your way to vacation, too bad, it’s mine.

signing off from Internet Pl@net in the airconditioned glamour of the Crystal Shopping center somewhere in paradise, this is your pal tony reminding you that if you come here bring one bag of cash and another bag of sunscreen.

hasta!

whatshername + jack bog + albino brain chiggers + seprah

and i took hella pics for yr ass

but as much as in my heart im a hippy, the only reason i would really wanna go down there is to have lunch at the pantry afterwards

and thats no reason to yell out a few fuck bushes.

fuck bush

there we are.

the problem is painfully simple: the republicans will do whatever BushCo wants them to do and the democrats are too pussy to fight back.

when phil donahue is your strongest, most powerful, most courageous and intelligent voice youre in deep do-do.

how is it that the soft spoken Cindy Sheehan is more willing to rock the mic than Obama or Hillary?

not even Howard Dean wants to scream in DC for one of the biggest rallies of the year – and he was against the war when others werent.

the republicans are on the ropes. as karl rove was fighting kidney stones bush showed his true colors and avoided new orleans. now hes avoiding rita. his numbers are amazingly low, every day theres more bad news for his party and for himself including the fact that he’s back on the sauce.

doesnt it sound like today would have been a good day for a knock out shot, hillary?

didnt today seem like a good day to show the world how much different you are than the current administration?

the majority of america are now against our occupation in iraq – why is it that dc democrats dont feel that now is the time to start representing their constituants?

republicans cant debate. theyre not going to beat the dems up in november.

this red state malarky is a pile of doo. everyone now realizes that. the only people that hillary and barack offend by not going to the protest rally are the people who want to vote for them.

you think the instapundit cares about looking politically correct? today he got to say what he wanted through the gateway pundit who said, “I thought this was going to be an Anti-Iraq War Rally but it’s just a hodgepodge of extreme leftist groups taking turns at a microphone.”

while the professional Left, the democratic representatives play it safe, soccer moms like Cindy Sheehan get called extreme leftists.

because people who disagree with a war based on lies are, of course, extremist.

and those who defend an administration who tortures political prisoners, fucks up on who has weapons and who doesnt, and is responsible for over 100,000 civilian deaths and 2,000 US military deaths… are patriots. like jefferson and ben franklin.

but maybe more patrotic than even those guys cuz they were french-lovers.

its’ 1:26pm the rally started an hour and a half ago here in LA.

i think i just talked myself into going.

cuz if bending over for BushCo’s every whim is patriotic,

then i guess i am an extreme leftist.

maybe someone will sell me a beret.

huffington post + matt good + flagrant + sploid

and thats sweet.

Stiff is its own beast. Stiff knows know master. we all thought we finally gained control over it by naming it, then finding a cute collar to tie around its neck, then finding five more collars to yoke it in

but Stiff is nobodies bitch.

Stiff’s gonna come out when Stiff wants to come out. its like a cat under an abandonded car. you can get a towtruck if you want to drag the car outta there but the cats just gonna scoot under a house or into the woods.

ive been trying to get Stiff to come out since the summer. its the best thing ive ever done. and these covers are totally kickass.

i tried to tempt Stiff the other day by beginning to compile a new Busblog’s Greatest Hits in the style of How To Blog and Blook but it just yawned and blinked at me.

it knows its a demon from hell here to tell you a few things about a place you shouldnt know about. it knows know deadlines or timetables.

and it wanted canadian rockstar matthew good to move a few more units.

when Stiff comes out you’ll know about it,

and for those of you who dont have How To Blog it will probably also be included in a twofer special package deal where you get How To Blog at a discount because How To Blog is a dirty little ho who loves to get sold cheaper than its worth.

and there might be a tshirt or two.

and a bumper sticker.

Stiff knows its gotta eat soon so stay tuned but in the meantime thanks for asking.

in other news tomorrow is karisas last day living in hollywood and shes gonna have a big party and noone is invited except me and the laker girls.

but i will bring my camera and i will bring my podcast device and i will bring about a case of corona her favorite beer

and i will bring a bunch of questions for her so as to reminice about her time in hollywood.

where is she moving? shes moving towards the beach and away from me.

this was supposed to be the month of Libra, the good month, the month of good tidings and peace and love.

astrology seems to be a twisted and flawed jumble of nonsense and hyperbole whose sole intention is to make me look and sound like an ass.

the lack of karisa in hollywood is certain to ruin the movie industry once and for all. what you saw this summer was the disturbance in the force. whats to follow is bound to bring utter devistation.

when you pray tonight after you stumble home from your extra ciricular activities you need to say a few words to the Lord about tinsletown who is about to lose its patron saint.

its raison d’ etre

its sparkling cold coors party ball

its most shining star.

when me and karisa were bad + spo + killer kosh + brett lamb

you can yell you can chat you can joke you can rap but you cant say

never mind the man behind the curtain

you can swear that nothing in here is true but if you even allude to being blue people will automatically feel sorry for you

and sometimes you just wanna tell the story and sometimes the story isnt a happy one

even if it ends happy even if it starts happy even if the people are good and the truth is told and the jelly rolls.

sometimes you wanna whisper something really scary but sometimes if you whisper its heard super loud and clear

sometimes you dont wanna be so clear which is why you wanna whisper

sometimes you wanna just say what you wanna say to some one and just have someone hear it

blogging and writing and talking is a lot like bird calls to me

sometimes youre not saying i wanna get laid

sometimes youre not saying hey look out for the crow hiding in the palm tree

sometimes youre not saying you guys got any acorns stashed away

sometimes you just wanna say can anyone hear me.

i went from super high to super low in a matter of minutes today

i drove around just driving in circles like a slowmotion cop chase minus the copters minus the spectator and minus the cop cars

ended up at one of those buck chinese places that are scary to some but i know im gonna die so i may as well have some green bean chicken kung pao pork and double flied lice to go

and she said four twenty

i was at the sunset and highland chinatown express where its cash only and i dipped into my wallet and noticed i had nothing but a guitar pick from inland invasion in there and i said excuse me but do you have an atm and she walked me out the door and pointed at the big red sign a few storefronts down and its flashing atm sign.

cruised down there and went inside and it was i shit you not a massage parlor

now tony pierce has been down before but not this far down in a long time and i went inside and asked where the atm was and it was in the foot massage area that smelled real nice and you could see all the doors and curtains and

they had a little indoor waterfall and pleasant music

and it wasnt like i had anything to go home to

except you

and believe it or not but ive got a few bucks socked away for a rainy day and it sure as shit rained today and i overheard this one dude asking how much a massage was

and i heard the lady say something but i couldnt make it out

and i heard him say well how much for a half hour and she said twenty five

and i was thinking shit i got twenty five and i might even have an extra twenty for the happy ending that i keep hearing about

and if ever there was a time, cubfans, that this little blogger could use either a deep deep massage to make everything better

or just the hands of a nice woman on his back and front and lord knows where

it was tonight.

but even at my lowest point im a good boy and in hollywood even the chinatown express isnt on the up n up sitting there all innocent n shit across from the carls jr jr

kitty korner from the abandonded mcdonalds that had no reason whatsoever to close down but closed down anyway

shadyness all over that shit allover everything

and sometimes you wanna whisper

and sometimes you just wanna drive all night with cypress hills black sunday on repeat

down sunset

on automatic

without a joy in the world.

phil donahue destroys o’reilly + sexoteric + hey bloggers, you can see Serenity for free!

people have asked me, whats up with this twenty minutes with tony bs? and i say the truth which is, even if you only have seven minutes before you have to pop into the shower and go to work you can post something on your blog.

therefore all of you socalled writers and artists and bloggers and commentors have no excuse not to update your blog everyday.

twice a day if you know whats good for you.

for example, how good was Lost yesterday? damn. i was listening to howard stern yesterday and that big lipped smelly gummed bababooey said that he had read on the web that we werent going to find out what was in the hatch until the third episode. ha to the ha dumbass flaflaflooey!

btw thats exactly what my apartment looks like minus the vinyl. records are for nerds.

anyways as you know im an amateur art historian which is why i present to you the picture to the left that has just been discovered by someone or another.

many believe that this is a divinci of mary magdelan.

i say bs.

i say no way jose.

i say not only did divinci have a little more subtlety in his work but look at how rotten those hands are

plus the nips are all cockeyed and shit.

yes i know that boobies arent always aligned, but we’re talking one of the Messiahs best friends. da vinci wouldnta pulled that shit way back then i dont care what her rep was in the street.

so yes, the busblog appreciates the fake but must deem it a fake and if this was antiques roadshow i would value it at

$75.

bam.

in other news dusty baker should be traded to the giants for barry bonds. yes i dont like barry but the mfer is back and the cubs need another left handed bat and i dont know what he and roger clemens are taking or what underground lair theyre working out in but dusty isnt the manager that the world thinks he is

in fact hes not even the best manager in chicago

and if theres one thing that this cub fan cannot stand its when the cubs arent the best team in chitown.

i dont mind if they lose, but they cant get less wins than the sox.

so yes, trade dusty back where he belongs, to the wine drinking, streetcar rdiding crooked streets of frisco where he can chew his toothpicks in the cold of pac bell park or whatever they call that place.

and yes, bring us steroids boy because that fucker can hit i dont care what sort of ass he is.

i need a bat in my lineup and i dont care who you replace dusty with, the a’s have proven that you can win 90 games with anyone at the helm.

and everyone has ten minutes to blog.

evil china girl + the pants + farmer in the deli + vivian

today, i turned you on to raymi.

have you thanked me yet?

jk. but not really.

heres the difference between raymi and a lot of the camgirls or cutesy chicks who show their ta-tas on the interweb:

shes actually trying to show you her heart.

the young boys get distracted and are all b00bies bo0biez which suprises me because a 17 year old boy, lets say, living in north amerikkka in the fourth quarter of 2005 with a halfway decent connection to the internet should have seen more titties by now than all the titties in all the issues of penthouse hustler and playboy combined.

and not just pornstar titties or model titties but celeb titties. todays high school senior has seen so many titties that he should at this point even be discerning in his pr0n to the exent that when he saw tara reids tas that he should have immediately said Yay, of course, but then Ewwww, which isnt to say that he wouldnt have fully examined the entirety of it, for we as men are boobie scientists, especially during puberty, but after an hour should have moved on to either some nipslippage or your garden variety european beach topless tanning gallery of the rich and famous.

which means by the time they have gotten to raymis blog the titties should simply be part of the ambience. like how good mexican restaurants have really good chips. you dont go for the chips but damn theyre good as youre waiting for your fish taco platter and pitchers of cadillac margueritas.

raymi pours her soul out there for you. she tells it as it is. she walks the walk. she keeps it realer than real and i keep telling you to read her but you just scan for the nipples.

theres a reason your older brothers and sisters keep voting for bush cheeney, its because ignorance runs in the family. and your family has deep roots. milton wrote a tale a long time ago about adam, eve, and a fella named satan. he called it paradise lost because its about how adam and eve fucked up their paradise on earth but its also about how satan fucked up his paradise in Heaven.

in the old days satan was a high ranking angel. he was completely loved by the Lord, milton reminds us. but there was something strange about him, something a little off. for example satan was always seen looking down at the golden bricks that made up the sidewalks of Heaven. it totally blew his mind and he never got used to it.

because he wasnt truly a great fit for Heaven he couldnt really look up beyond the mundane of that place and see the beauty that was truly there.

when all you do at raymis site is skim for the titties youre pulling a satan in Heaven and not seeing the big picture.

and youre lost.

quit being a dumbfuck fratboy youngrepublican ambecrombie retread american.

be a fil.

and for all of you who asked after my podcast with busy if i will continue to interview celebs, may i remind you ive been interviewing superstars since the begining of time

i cant help it that the world just doesnt know them yet.

raymi’s blog + fil warning its sorta gross today + my interview with raymi in july