this blog is a work of fiction. nothing in here is true.
interns write the bad stuff, aliens from outer space write the good stuff.
me i moderate the comments.
this blog, the busblog, has been around since the month before 9/11.
it has changed and morphed and devolved and dissolved into whatever it is that it is now.
ive never had a boss say that busblog you better take it down for your own good and the good of this company
in fact ive only had one boss who admitted to even reading it regularly and only at the beginning did he say take it easy on the amazingness, how about giving us some of that instead.
in many ways this is an open sketch book, a semi journal of fictional dreams
i really dont fly a black helicopter
i really dont have amazing text conversations.
no babes really <3 me im just a boring old bald man sitting in a tree b-l-o-g-g-ing
ps i also like miley cyrus covers by dudes on acoustic guitar who make funny faces