1. Wednesday, June 11, 2003

    the gang members, we just found out took the leather goods and their money and their guns 

    and their asses and bailed out early this morning, hours before we, the xbi, had shown up.

    so now theres going to be some heads being bashed in because someone told them they were coming, because there was a mess, because there was shit everywhere, and because nobody messes with texas, and because nobody lives after they rat out the xbi.

    plus i just found out that my true lust has the wrong birthday.

    i try not to believe in astrology but when it keeps coming true what can you do?

    shes so cute.

    but theyre all cute.

    sad thing about astrology being right is that its been so right.

    its not like i didnt try either. but all the ones that werent supposed to work out didnt work out exactly how they werent supposed to work out.

    especially the arieses.

    so cute.

    someone just told me that sammy’s appeal has been heard and major league baseball has reduced the suspension from 8 days to 7 days.

    fuck baseball.

    what does this teach kids? do kids get to appeal their suspensions? wheres the kids’ union?

    so sammy cheats, puts a huge blemish on his career, and gets a week-long summer vacation. fuck you, baseball.

    no longer is my fondest wish to travel the world and blog to you about all the wonderful people i meet and delicious foods that i eat.

    my new fondest wish isnt to manage the cubs to a world series victory, it’s to be the first black commissioner of baseball.

    and trust me there will be minorites in the front offices and in the managerial ranks once im the commish.

    and you’ll see the death of the dh.

    and people who cheat will not be given week-long summer holidays.

    which rhymes with buck beer friday ladies days.

    d-lo + gorilla mask + the ward