1. Monday, September 30, 2002

    what do you want for your birthday, tony? 

    just you, anna.

    i know, but i cant be there, im sorry.

    teenage runaway catholic girl skirted twins, then.

    but i got you that last year.

    whoops. forgot. how about world peace?

    ha ha! not likely, gandhi

    ok, then i would like Tsar to play, please.

    hmmm. i dont know if i can get that together.

    i trust you, i think you can.

    people didnt even notice that i didnt play any tennis while you were on vacation with your “family.”

    crazy. you’d think that people would pay more attention to things like that.

    i guess they’re too caught up in their own lives.

    is that why the so-called liberal media lets Bush get away with our economy plummeting, and the terrorists winning, and corporate fraud, and …

    look at your comments, tony, people don’t come here to hear you be right about politics.


    they come here for the song lyrics.

    no they don’t.

    i know. so why do you post them, then?

    so you’d know what to sing to me as i fall asleep.

    put some beastie boys up there then.

    ok. maybe later in the week.

    are you glad to be back at work?

    im glad to be fighting crime again. sure. it’s nice to feel needed.

    i noticed something today that i thought was funny. this is the last month that you’ll be 108 years old, and lookit, youre #108 on the blogging ecosystem.

    ok, for my birthday i would like to be a little more popular than that.

    thats not so easy. you’ll have to kiss a lot of asses. and write better too.

    guess im shit outta luck.

    look at the company you’re in with though, kausfiles is sponsored by MSN/Slate, Jarvis created Entertainment Weekly. you havent done squat compared to those guys.

    adam curry is #34, anna.

    thats fucked up, love.

    tell me about it.

    i had a nice week with you, tony.


    i mean, i missed you while you were away, tony

    i missed you too anna. i thought about you every day. and every single lonesome night.