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  1. Wednesday, July 31, 2002
  2. sonny has been over a lot since i cant use the computer after work 

    sorta sucks but what can i do?

    today he said, dude, did you see bro steppin to your girl like you aint even standing there?

    english, sonny, speak english to me.

    meesh has it on her site, nunya business has it on his site…

    meesh isn’t my girl!

    she should be.

    she lives all the way up in oxnard!

    an hour. fuck, for that shit, i’d walk.

    no offense sonny, but if you did walk from here to oxnard you’d walk past about 5,000 other hot chicks who wouldn’t have you either.

    maybe not me, but she’d have you.

    impossible.

    omg, tony, look what is posted on her site right now. it’s you spewing the most unbelievable stupid shit and her eating it up. its nearly disgusting.

    not as disgusting as moxie and jim treacher.

    don’t change the subject.

    this is a stupid subject.

    what on earth has invaded my best friend tony pierce?

    go home.

    because whatever is in the skin of my buddy just said that talking about hot chicks is a stupid subject.

    go get some beers or something, order a pizza.

    don’t you like asian chicks any more?

    shut up.

    don’t you like tall girls with long hair any more?

    say one more thing, sonny and im going to smack you.

    got something against marketing directors at a computer company?

    come here so i can smack you.

    and shes a libra! your gay ass air sign requirement is filled.

    stand still, im going to throw this shot glass at your eye.

    some guy is going to pop in simply red and swoop on the hottest chick you ever met and you’re not going to do shit. i cant believe this.

    shes in the top three. i never said number one.

    you used to be my hero, tony pierce.

    i wish you had told me back then, i woulda kicked your ass.

    if its the turtleneck thing. i will buy you a fucking turtleneck if that’s what’s holding you back.

    great, now all i need is a mercedes sedan.

    moxie will loan you her porsche.

    think so?

    no. but maybe people will start flowing you bucks for your snoop de ville.

    kevin holtsberry has flowed me a buck for three days straight.

  3. i love it when people leave notes for ashley 

    that say im no good and i shouldn’t be trusted.

    i love it because then i know that im not the dumbest person alive. they are.

    how on earth are you going to give advice on a relationship about two people you’ve never even met?

    and why would you?

    what if me and ashley would have ended up being super close friends for the rest of our lives, but both decided not to because some loser housewife in the woods somewhere didnt “get” who im all about and told ashley to “be careful” and she took that as to “not trust” and the entire relationship stumbles and falls?

    ive been hanging out with me for 108 years, lady, and i don’t get me either, but i do know the numbers and the numbers say that if you are in a romantic relationship with me for even six months you have a 95% chance of being my very good friend for ever.

    theres a lot that i “don’t get” in life.

    i don’t get why half of these girls like me, but they do. i don’t get why theres nobody like me, but there isn’t. i don’t get why people write and write and nothing good ever comes out of them, i don’t get why pot’s not legal, i don’t get why drinking is, i don’t get why kroq finds it necessary to shove good music so far up our ass that its not good anymore.

    on paper, a guy with a loser job, no money, no car, no future, and no aspirations other than running a major league baseball team should be getting absolutely no play from the ladies.

    and on paper, ma’am, im sure that your laundry list is even worse.

    which is why, thankfully, life isnt played out theoretically in the mind of the creator, it’s improvised on this great stage. where even an old loser like me and and older loser like you can actually have interesting people hop on top of us and wake the neighbors.

    so step off.

    i don’t understand a lot, lady, but i don’t go to the person who’s squeezing your ass and whisper in his ear, “be careful with that one,” because it would be worthless. that guy knows whose ass he’s squeezing, and ashley of all people on this planet right now, knows about as much about modern day tony pierce dot com than anyone and she may come across as fairy princess with her blonde locks in the clouds but thats just her little game. nobody’s putting anything over our daisy princess, especially me, the one who has tried to kick her out of this relationship a zillion times.

    do i date girls? yes.

    am i honest about everything i do?

    no.

    am i honest about everything i do when i talk to ashley?

    definitely.

    i can look you in the eye and have you ask me any question there is. you can smell my fingers or dna my bedsheets. i trust you, whoever you are, that you have ten times the skeletons in your closet than i ever will have because the only closets i have hold my computer or my clothes and i expose myself in both of them because secrets are for cowards whose motto is “be careful in love.”

    the only thing ashley needs to be careful about is limiting her possibilities. if she wants to come up to hollywood and catch a movie and hold hands and goof off and see the stars, i am totally up for that. if she is doing it to avoid the scary world of dating pimply faced co-eds of UC Irvine who think Korn is the next Zeppelin, then i cant blame her.

    but at some point she is going to stop showering me with her glittery attention and that day will come soon enough, concerned one(s), and it will be me who is the loser in that transaction.

    and then, hopefully, everything, will once again make perfect sense

    to all of us.

    now fuck off and don’t ever waste another thought about what ashley and i should be doing. odds are you have your own miserably pathetic household to ruin.

    check out: ashley’s auctions

  4. greg vaine is a master of art, 

    just like his tshirt says.

    the inventor of the modern hootennany, one of the top three lead guitarists in all of los angeles, and a distinguished gentleman, greg directed me in my film debut, convinced me to join him in my first real band, and takes better pictures of me than anyone.

    anyone other than ashley.

    just look at how he shows off in his latest portrait by giving a tip o’ the hat to one of my favorite artists by including a mirror in the upper left perfectly framed so that it shows a different perspective.

    subtlety, my friends, is the calling card of genius.

    everything that ive been able to do well on this blog ive stolen from greg. all the people who think im the man cuz i interview myself? greg was the first one to do it flawlessly. plus he’s way better at fake names.

    while he patiently expects his first born, he has sealed a deal to show his latest collection of paintings here in Los Angeles.

    August 31 is the opening reception and you can expect a great turn out of local musicians, artists, and beautiful people of all kinds.

    i cant hardly wait.

    20: ashley is 20 and gives 20 reasons why she lusts me.

  5. interview with meesh: 

    hey, m’here

    xxsosaxx: good

    xxsosaxx: how was your dinner?

    meesh: mmmm, so good, Hot and Sour soup

    xxsosaxx: make it yourself?

    meesh: yeah

    meesh: it’s pretty easy

    meesh: what did you have?

    xxsosaxx: i make chicken breasts, baked potato and peas

    meesh: so all american!

    xxsosaxx: if i knew how to cook anything else i would

    meesh: I’d love to cook for ya sometime

    xxsosaxx: whats your specialty?

    meesh: some guy from the personals is trying to chat me up right now

    meesh: I have my own specialty I guess, it’s fusion

    meesh: Asian Spanish Middle Eastern

    meesh: California

    meesh: alot of fresh herbs and vegetables

    xxsosaxx: whats the best way for a guy from the personals to chat you up?

    meesh: have a freaking profile

    meesh: I’m like, :Do you talk to strangers on the street

    meesh: with bags on their heads?

    meesh: me, neither

    xxsosaxx: good point

    meesh: do you?

    xxsosaxx: i think guys just feel like theres not much special about them that you could put on a profile

    meesh: chat up girls in the personals

    xxsosaxx: no, i havent had the pleasure of doing that yet

    meesh: there is someone for everyone

    meesh: noone is as cool as they think

    meesh: or as they are on paper

    meesh: except you maybe

    xxsosaxx: flattery will get you everywhere

    meesh: so it seems

    xxsosaxx: i went on a date with the biggest tallest girl in hs cuz she called me cutie all the time

    meesh: oooh, call me Sweetheart, and I melt

    meesh: it is weird!

    meesh: or , baby

    xxsosaxx: baby is doable

    xxsosaxx: sweetheart would seem too much like humphry bogart

    meesh: yeah, well there was this one guy, who said it

    meesh: the first guy to ever say it

    xxsosaxx: did he say it slowly and ironically or smoothly?

    meesh: smooth

    meesh: mmmmmm

    meesh: usually with the puppy dog eyes

    meesh: and an I’m Sorry

    xxsosaxx: how tall are you meesh?

    meesh: 5′ 10″ I think

    meesh: last time I checked

    meesh: hopefully I am not shrinking

    meesh: taller in the winter

    meesh: you?

    xxsosaxx: the same

    meesh: yeah?

    xxsosaxx: im telling you, we are strange mirror images

    xxsosaxx: except my side is cracked

    meesh: your side?

    meesh: I am kind of milk chocolately

    xxsosaxx: youre the gorgeous graceful wonderful side

    meesh: I am a Libra, I am always both sides

    meesh: you should know that

    meesh: it is a constant struggle

    xxsosaxx: what sides are you struggling between recently?

    meesh: I try realllly HARD

    meesh: i GUESS i WOULDN’T SAY STRUGGLE, i LIKE EXPERIENCING THE EXTREMES IN FEELINGS

    meesh: oops caps

    meesh: It makes you feel more alive

    meesh: from great sadness comes great joy

    meesh: I am glad to just be feeling at all

    xxsosaxx: cut off your feelings, did you?

    meesh: do I?

    meesh: do you?

    xxsosaxx: you say that youre glad to be feeling

    xxsosaxx: yes

    meesh: are we in therapy?

    meesh: :))

    meesh: I would say

    xxsosaxx: im not in therapy but tons of people i know are

    meesh: no I mean you and I now?

    xxsosaxx: oh

    xxsosaxx: na

    meesh: we are our own support group!

    xxsosaxx: oh, ok then

    xxsosaxx: but libras are bad at being shoulders to cry on

    meesh: No, ok, I will say that I prefer to be in charge of how I feel, and act, and what I do, and that is not always possible in a relationship, inevidibly, you have to give up control

    meesh: capiche?

    meesh: you think?

    xxsosaxx: i wrote a poem where i said, the only way to fall in love is to fall

    meesh: So many times, I was not in control of what was happening to me,

    meesh: you know, it is good to feel stable

    meesh: relationships are turmoil

    meesh: hopefully not everyones

    xxsosaxx: have you ever been in a smooth one?

    meesh: yeah, a little over a year ago

    meesh: it was surprisingly smooth

    meesh: that is why it was sooo fucking hard when it just evaporated in front of me!

    meesh: nothing is certain

    meesh: is it?

    xxsosaxx: death

    meesh: taxes

    xxsosaxx: pee

    meesh: speaking of..

    meesh: want an Amstel

    meesh: ??

    xxsosaxx: sure

    meesh: mmm, Smallville is on

    meesh: notice how I am always like mmmmmmmmm…?

    meesh: I am a sigher

    xxsosaxx: thats nice

    xxsosaxx: its sweet

    meesh: when I eat, too man

    meesh: my ex could not stand it

    meesh: he is crazy though

    chat with someone: and email it to me

  6. Roaming correspondent Steve Adams reporting in. 

    Of all the celebrities and groups pushing an environmental agenda, there has been one group totally left out of the debate: the Druids.

    True, they were stupid enough to build Stonehenge to tell time when all they had to do was send someone to Switzerland to buy a watch, but I think it�s unfair to hold this against them. They have been charged by Mother Earth, who is one bad mother shut-your-mouth, with defense of the Earth. I decided to ask a Druid priestess about environmental issues. However, all I could get was a Druid priestess in training.

    woohaa2k1: Hey, can I ask a couple of questions

    druidess_in_training: ummmm…i guess

    woohaa2k1: good. My name is Steven Adams; I’m a columnist

    druidess_in_training: ok…hi

    woohaa2k1: lol, hi

    woohaa2k1: so before I start, what are you: a witch or Druid?

    druidess_in_training: druid

    woohaa2k1: ok, I gathered so from the name, but people use the name superstud18 when they are fat and 40, so I have to be careful

    druidess_in_training: lol..understandable

    woohaa2k1: How long have you been involved with being a Druidess?

    druidess_in_training: 11 years

    woohaa2k1: awesome, so why did you go down this route?

    druidess_in_training: because it made sense to me…wicca didn’t make much sense

    woohaa2k1: Yeah, those Wiccans are a little nuts.

    druidess_in_training: a little nuts?!

    woohaa2k1: so what do you do for a living?

    druidess_in_training: i’m a home mom….basically the goddess of the abode

    woohaa2k1: well, I think we all like goddesses

    druidess_in_training: lol

    woohaa2k1: so what do you have to do or read to be a Druid?

    druidess_in_training: study study study…meditate meditate meditate….work work work…and then study some more..lol

    druidess_in_training: not the easiest path I assure you

    woohaa2k1: so what is the result, what does being a druid mean? What does one do as a Druid?

    druidess_in_training: druids protect and study Mother Earth…we are seen as the guardians, the song singers, the keepers of tales, the bookkeepers, among other things

    woohaa2k1: so you probably do a lot of environmental activism

    druidess_in_training: i would if i had the money…lol

    druidess_in_training: i did chain myself to the tree outside my door when the city tried to come and hack it down though

    woohaa2k1: amen, log all you want out in the forest but leave me oak alone.

    druidess_in_training: well..the tree in front of my apt. isn’t an oak…but it’s still pretty and it likes me

    woohaa2k1: well, mine is oak and I will sic Capt. Planet and the Planeteers on anyone who tries to take it

    druidess_in_training: don’t blame you

    woohaa2k1: so�you for the Kyoto Protocol?

    druidess_in_training: Kyoto protocol? sorry..don’t watch TV much. What is this kyoto protocol thingy?

    woohaa2k1: Ohh, it’s a U.N. resolution limiting green house emissions. It limits the United States while the third world countries continue to pollute.

    druidess_in_training: hmmmm..that doesn’t make sense…if one nation should be forbidden to pollute everyone should

    druidess_in_training: course i don’t like the pollution anyways

    woohaa2k1: well, the theory is the U.S. is the biggest polluter

    woohaa2k1: which isn’t true, but still

    druidess_in_training: so….if the us stops polluting…then everyone else will be the biggest polluters…so they all should stop

    woohaa2k1: well, the U.S. is the cleanest country

    woohaa2k1: we are careful with our pollution

    druidess_in_training: true…but in my opinion there shouldn’t be any pollution

    woohaa2k1: well, there is no way around it. Besides, volcanoes pollute more than any factory can

    druidess_in_training: this is also true…but that is Mother’s work…she would only do that if it needed to be done

    druidess_in_training: to create a change

    woohaa2k1: very true, but I believe our mother knows how to take care of herself

    woohaa2k1: like the hole in the o-zone

    woohaa2k1: the hole isn’t there

    druidess_in_training: this is also true…she heals herself…when we let her

    woohaa2k1: I think she heals herself no matter what

    druidess_in_training: yes…but she would heal herself faster if we just let her do her work…of course that is why people like me are around…lol

    woohaa2k1: very true

    woohaa2k1: good luck, may mother Earth bless your garden.

    druidess_in_training: awwwww ty so much

    woohaa2k1: thanks for your time

    druidess_in_training: anytime dear

    I am Steven Adams saying the power is yours.

    loving: dawn interviewing maddie

  7. Tuesday, July 30, 2002

    how you doing, tony? 

    how you doing, tony?

    ive been better.

    how are the wrists?

    fucked up.

    i see youre still writing.

    i see youre still eating.

    all that happens to you and youre still a funny boy, huh?

    i know you didnt call me boy.

    thats right, you moolans get a little irritated with that word. sometimes i forget that you’re more than just a punk. you’re a black punk.

    is there something i can help you with, soprano?

    merely wanted to pay my respects and see if i could offer my assistance to the invalid.

    you break my wrists, destroy my apartment, and steal my Tsar cds and now you come to the scene of the crime to “offer assistance?” i dont want your freaky assistance. i dont want to ever see you again. i paid you your money. and your interest. i gave you moxie’s cell phone number. i put up those pictures of ashley. with all due respect, i believe that ive lived up to my side of the deal.

    as a matter of fact you did, tony pierce. you did.

    so why are you here?

    like i said, im here to offer assistance.

    why do you keep saying that?

    let me put it another way. i like your style. you took your punishment like a man, you paid your penance, you showed courage, and youre playing through the pain.

    SO?

    so we could use someone like you. and we think you’d appreciate the freedom and the benefits of the position.

    we? oh, we. uh, no. no, thank you.

    little stevie is going on tour with bruce for an extended period and there will be an opening at the bada bing.

    mr. soprano, the offer is generous and i am flattered, but i am very happy with my present employer.

    thats not what my people tell me.

    your people are mistaken.

    yes, it appears that they are.

    good evening, mr. soprano.

    yeah, see you around, super agent.

    best website by a legal teenage girl: chelle

  8. call me crazy, 

    but the more i read about the convicted congressman the more i like him. not only does he poo-poo the charges of bribery and corruption like it aint no thing, but he loves to curse and point fingers, and look at how shamelessly he sports that sweet rug!

    eric olsen said that when he met me he saw that i have an old soul. i have always believed that too. and even though im not so sure that i will make it to be a senior citizen (due in part to my body and mind falling apart, which is why i am burning out as opposed to fading away) i always said that if i went bald i would shave off the rest of my hair and don a partying toupee or afro-wig.

    and i cant wait to wear leisure suits and jumpsuits with white shoes and weild my cane at whippersnappers and short skirts.

    i would also like to wear a pinky ring as i retire.

    on a different subject, last night i had the pleasure of chatting a little with meesh, a former Miss Oxnard, if i am to read her bio correctly.

    in our conversation she mentioned how nice it is to have a teensy little crush on someone at work. i asked her what her dream man would wear on their first date and she started with slacks, boots, and made her way up to a turtleneck. i added, “500E ?” and she squealed. guess im out of luck there.

    here at the xbi where i pretty much keep to myself, i have met a few friends and developed a handful of mini-crushes. one of the friends i say hi to in the halls works in the IT department and i was washing my hands in the mens room this afternoon and i said, “old chap, would you mind telling me about the availability of the knockout tomboyish redhead in your department.”

    “good lord, man. i have read of your acheivements of the past, but that is a nut that no squirrel will crack, you see, she doesnt date gentlemen.”

    i said, “no.”

    he said, “yes.”

    i wispered, “scandelous.”

    he said, “it’s a loss to us all.”

    i said, “please send her my regards upon your next encounter.”

    he said, “i will tip my hat to her in your name.”

    and despite what Professor Volokh says about switchhitters only being 3-5% of the population it sure seems like those numbers are growing in the ultra fem ranks that cross my path.

    pardon me while i look for someone to blame.

    meanwhile, let’s all welcome sara k back to the world of daily correspondence as she educates us on the beauties of austin texas.

  9. I got a 007 watch and it’s a one and only 

    “Kudos for acknowledging “The Wild …,” “Greetings …” and “Nebraska” as the gems of the Springsteen canon.

    However, it takes a real fan – or, man – to admit that “Darkness …” and “The River” are wildly disorganized and truly horrible, three albums that, at most, yield four good songs.”

    - Brian M.

    I don’t know what they’re drinking down there where Brian is calling home, but i hope it tastes good.

    The River was Bruce’s double album of 20 songs released in 1980 at the peak of his creative output. It yielded him his first number one hit, “Hungry Heart,” mass critical acclaim from the title track and tunes like “Point Blank” and “Drive All Night” as well as light-hearted fun numbers like “I’m a Rocker” and “Cadillac Ranch” which are still staples in Bruce’s live show whenever he wants to keep his audience on their feet.

    Four good songs total between the six sides of The River and Darkness? Hardly, here are nine awesome songs on The River alone, in order of appearance: Hungry Heart, Out in the Street, The River, Point Blank, Cadillac Ranch, I’m A Rocker, Stolen Car, Drive All Night, Wreck on the Highway.

    Meanwhile Darkness only has two clunkers “Something in the Night” and “Factory”. Please try to convince me that the title track, “Badlands,” “Adam Raised a Cain,” “Candy’s Room,” “Racing in the Streets” and “The Promised Land” aren’t six classic tunes. Genuine American rock anthems of struggle, turmoil and compromise in an attempt to do the right thing… that also happen to rock.

    Darkness is the electric guitar record that Dylan never got around to writing, and if it doesn’t float your boat, theres something wrong with your boat.

  10. yeah, baybee 

    there arent many things better than barely legal twin japanese girls in schoolgirl outfits

    but being linked in people’s blogs come mighty close.

    here’s a couple of sites who have linked me in the last few weeks that i have yet to thank:

    jina.blogspot.com

    the unknown news

    skywriting

    rick bruner

    fussy

    avid

    what she really thinks

    the underpassing

    and, of course, biscuit

    if you or someone you know has linked me this month

    and would like to be acknowledged, please feel free to leave a comment.

    also, thanks to all the nice people who bought me beers yesterday. they were good!!!!