1. Wednesday, March 30, 2005

    a year ago 

    today

    people ask me if i miss bunny, i do. she was a sweet girl. but now shes gone and shes dead to me. until i see sweet pictures of her calling me on the phone so as to reminice about her spring break in hollywood.

    ah memories.

    i like bunny because shes not full of shit. you have no idea how many people who are entirely full of shit that i have to deal with here in la and online.

    it’s getting regoddamneddiculous.

    for example, over at jeff jarvis’s buzzmachine, a place that used to be a haven of intelligent discourse, theres a few knuckleheads who proudly claim that they dont listen to howard stern – judging him.

    sorry kids, you cant have it both ways. go back to burning books.

    who has the gall to talk about shit, let alone judge shit that they claim not to listen to?

    not bunny mcintosh.

    which is why i like her.

    the other day i was hanging with my girl moxie who is a devout republican, so obviously we have our differences, but whats nice about her is she doesnt try to puke those beliefs all over those who dont share her ideals.

    see, thats reasonable.

    she also sticks to talking about things that she actually knows about. i realize thats a radical idea for some, but… whatev.

    me and miss montreal watched our gov’nur in Pumping Iron last night. id never seen it. what a great documentary. arnold hasnt changed much. he was both charming and obnoxious, cocky and confident, big and bigger, dumb and dumber.

    for lunch the fellas went to versailles and had it waiting for me when i landed. very few pleasant suprises better than that. food and sex is the way to a man’s heart, america. and if you cant give the one, definately have the other waiting. especially if its roast pork and rice and plantaines.

    id tell you how me and miss montreal made beautiful lust last night while listening to dj noodle’s mix of jay-z’s the black album and nirvana’s unplugged in new york but larry flynt told me not to sixty nine and tell.

    ken layne + raspil + gaping void + hampton 23