the clock says it’s five fifty five

clipper girls cousin says that i can have one of her vicodins if i need help falling asleep. but why not stay up late on saturday. isnt that what weekends are for.

ive caught up on all of my television. bill maher, real world, survivor, i saw scream for the first time, watched the lakers win, saw the apprentice, howard stern… listened to fridays howard stern thanks to torrent, watched nick and jessica, blind date, pti. why dont people believe me when i tell them that i need to just crash out a few times a week, and i was overdue.

my neighbors have pretty much completely beautified the neighborhood with flowers and plants and bamboo things and landscaping, and it’s downright gorgeous.

the sun is going to beat me to my bedroom.

today i ate two tv dinners, a can of soup, cheez-its that tasted like chicken n the baskets, drank diet mountain dew code red, regular coke, water, and diet pepsi.

i also ate mission tortilla rounds dipped in fresh salsa.

rose magowan looked hot in scream.

throughout the day i put together the bunny meets tony photo essay.

it was tough cuz what do you say really.

plus the pics dont ask me why turned out pretty great.

i think its cuz im doing the right thing with the white balance.

who knows.

all i know is howard stern is getting screwed and the only person paying attention is jeff jarvis.

and that thats the last picture of bunny this week, i promise.

low culture + jaime + kevynn malone

clipper girl knocked on my window last night in the wee hours

i thought it was a dream so i rolled over. she said no no no. open the door.

she had lost her key. but i was still asleep and hearing her voice made me excited so i reached down and kicked off the covers.

she tapped on the window a little more and called out my name. that only got me more happy and i worked on it.

this only made the cute clippergirl giggle and she just stood there and watched for a minute and finally started banging on the window which startled me and woke me up.

tony, she said.

i looked around and said what to no one in particular.

let me in.

i looked over to the window, saw a face where no face usually is and it made me shriek like a girl.

hi-e she waved.

i let her in.

why do i let these people in?

she came inside my apartment and told me that she wanted to watch tv with me because she had had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep.

i reminded her that it was 3am.

she said please please just for a few minutes.

so i put a log on the fireplace, made her some hot chocolate and we cuddled in blankets on my couch and watched cartoon network.

what do you want to be when you grow up, she asked me as i sat there with my head on her shoulder.

not so dumb.

no really, what would you like to be.

loved by hundreds.

you cant even be serious for a minute can you.

she gets mad easily. oh well. she was nervous for her bffs who cheer for the kings.

the cocoa made me burn my tongue.

it always does.

when i grow up, clipper girl, i want to be as happy as i am right now.

and with that she turned off the tv

and we passed out like monkeys on my third hand leather couch.

splink + mallory + j_e_g

clippergirl wanted more chili, who can blame her?

this situation doesn’t please ashley much, but what can you do.

in the few centuries that ive roamed this crust ive learned that life is mostly harrowing neverending misery mixed with mediocre pop music, so have whatever fun you can muster and try not to hang yourself.

clippergirl was a little under the weather from all the charity events that she’s involved with during the holidays and she came over with a nice longsleeve shirt and jeans and red christmas socks. no make up, a little knit snow cap.

gotta say it was a pretty cute getup with her nose red from blowing.

we finished our christmas cards while sipping on hot cocoa as a log burned in my hearth.

in a perfect world i woulda had the fur of a polar bear beneath my coffee table for us to warm our toes on,

but we made due.

afterwards ashley called and quizzed me about my day and she wasnt very happy with how it ended,

but really the way it ended was with a nice young girl wishing me a good night on the phone

as the clock struck three

and a thin long stream of smoke eased its way

from my glass



happy holidays sweet souls.

hope the monkey on your back saves you some pop.