1. Monday, April 28, 2003

    sometimes i get the sweetest email. 

    voici:

    i read your blog and the desire to become utterly fearless in my own writing is magnified 1000x.

    baby, im so not fearless. if i was i wouldn’t have to cower behind the nothing in this is true malarkey.

    everything in this is true, sadly, but what is left out is even truer.

    utterly fearless is a phrase ive never known. even in my best secret blog i held back because i knew one day i would show it to the person i was writing it to and she’d see me for the phoney bologna that i am.

    if i was smart i would just switch over to a different url like renee’ did this weekend. but then again im not hot blonde and the most talented sixteen year old in america. shit, im nearly four times her age.

    if i was fearless id tell you my age)

    this having a blog on a site with your real name on it is for the birds when it comes to being fearless.

    if i was fearless i would interview my dick more.

    hi lil tone

    hi

    whats up?

    ha ha, funny, i get it. why don’t you shut your pie hole and bring back ashley.

    now you know why i don’t interview my dick.

    problem with believing in possibilities is that i have the faintest hope that somewhere someone in a powerful position might want to actually hire me one day to do something like this for their media conglomerate and if they saw busblog uncensored their mind would be blown and they wouldn’t want to even consider sending me an email, let alone hiring me.

    if i was fearless i would have about a thousand resumes out there in the world. i would actually send a formal request to the la times. i would actually try to write in a way that is printable for public consumption.

    even though reality tv has been allowed to break the rules of prime time tv.

    even though the white stripes has been allowed to break the rules of pop music.

    even though Chicago has been allowed and rewarded in breaking the rules of making movies.

    even though the president of the united states breaks so many rules every week that he’s ten times more punk rock than any real punk rockers ever were.

    if i was fearless, dear reader, i would write about politics in an incendiary way so venomous… if i was fearless, i would cover sports.

    if i was fearless i would have a girlfriend by now.

    if i was fearless i would have remained a poet.

    if i was fearless i would be a preacher.

    if i was fearless there would be a 21 year old blonde girl’s name next to mine on the mailbox.

    if i was fearless this shit would sizzle, daily.

    chuck olsen has a white stripes / conan segment + beck’s blog + amy’s blog + mc brown’s photo journal from coachella