1. Monday, January 5, 2004

    ah monday, you dirty sleepy whore 

    im thinking about letting it all hang loose this year in the busblog. would you respect me in the morning?

    Lick is going to be the depository for all the secrets of the world, but the busblog shouldnt hold back this year. why should it?

    mondays at the xbi are hell. fucked up hell. everything that shoulda gotten done the week before or the month before gets dumped into monday and everyone plays catchup and when shit falls downhill it hits me in the eye and you know what i do? i take it. buck stops here. i dont say that in any heroic way, its just the way i wish everyone was. could you imagine if everyone just took care of business and didnt pass the buck? sheesh.

    all i want to do today is write. last night all i wanted to do was write. yesterday the phone rang off the hook, and now today the work phone is ringing off the hook.

    when the phone here rings too much i try to find out an excuse to take chopper one up for a looksee. but lately theyve been trying to keep things on the download.

    friggin terrorists.

    everyone is cautious about what goes on in the friendly skies.

    not i.

    not i.

    pretty girl emailed me today. sent me a picture. normally i dont open attatchments. today i did cuz i dont care. mondays im reckless. i need to stop that.

    now everyones talking to me. they see im typing. they see im blogging. cant they see im on my government mandated 15 minute break? i havent even eaten lunch today cuz someone brought in mcdonalds for breakfast. let me write fools.

    what do i have to say? what do i have to say? i have to say that i want to have something to say. some one left me a comment in my super long post of last night asking for advice on how to write a blog. heres my advice. write and write and write and write. pretend that your mom isnt reading. pretend that prospective employers arent reading it. pretend that youre secretly not trying to get laid cuz of your blog. pretend what you have to say has an audience.

    in a word write and pretend.

    for example. anna kournikova called me this morning when i was putting the last drops of rogaine in my fro. she read that i had told her to f off in an earlier post.

    why you gotta be like that? she asked me.

    be like what

    be like that!

    cuz youre a ho.

    you a ho!

    so, at least i admit it.

    tony pierce why do you have to be so mean to me ALL the time.

    cuz you married a boybander when we were supposed to go on vacation.

    wont you EVER forgive me for that?

    uh, no. probably not.

    then you will never have me back again.

    yeah, like mail order bride ruskies are a dime a dozen.

    fuck you!

    sorry, a ruble a dozen.

    and with that she hung up on me.

    splink wouldnt hang up on me + jack is killing me at fantasy hoops + bunnie rules