todays ronald reagans birthday? fuck ronald reagan and his damn birthday. kurt kobain is dead and ronald reagan isnt and we could get depressed about that or we could just realize who jesus wants for his sunbeam which of course rhymes with fuck ronald reagan. and it should.

i see a lot of people putting up ads on their shit and i used to have an amazon banner on the left hand side and on my links page but i havent for a while because al gore didnt make the internet to advertise more widgets i dont care how amazing they might be.

if i did know of a product that could help you gain 3-4 inches, why would i tell you about it? the competition is, uh, stiff enough.

if people want to give me money, they'll give me money.

if people want to buy crap off the web, they'll buy crap off the web.

every day i tell them what i think they should buy anyway.

they should buy the Corvids cd, the Tsar cd, Iceberg Slim's Pimp

they should use Tivo through Directv

they should vote that fucking moron Bush out and quit being assholes about it

they should quit buying nikes, quit smoking cigarretes, quit lying about blood for oil, and quit sucking matt drudges dick.

why would i want to distract people from the real things that i want them to think about by having some fucked up animated gif blinking at them saying buy me buy me im crap but buy me?

a few hundred bucks a month isnt going to make me or break me especially since all i need to be happy is dsl dss tivo a bus pass water laynes old apartment and you. and none of that shit costs much.

all these motherfuckers can run around and pretend they dont like me but they will never be able to call me a sellout and thats important to me. especially from the motherfuckers.

some people have different lives and the extra flow will do them good and for them i say fine. i couldnt care less. my trip isnt their trip obviously and the truth is even though lots of the ads do make the web look crappier who cares. all this shit is free content mostly anyway.

difference is the busblog and lick are entirely free, and im trying to make it freer.

this guy wants to sell me his dodge sedan for a few grand and today i was thinking about cashing in the donations from the car fund and calling this experiment art project over and get a ride with 95k and call it even.

in other news a hot chick is coming over soon and im thinking about having her shave off my hair and sell my fro on ebay.

which is an ultra sellout but its also too irresistably funny to instantly rule out.

splink + blogumentary + voxura + random blatant crap

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caption this, please

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this week in rock in los angeles

tonight:
victoria williams, mccabes guitar shop
stevie wonder, house of blues
the special goodness, troubador
pete escoveda & shelia e, conga room
smokey robinson & gladys knight, universal
linkin park, forum
the shins, henry fonda theatre

tomorrow
david bowie w/ macy gray, wiltern
n*e*r*d w/black eyed peas, palladium
xo, troubador
dick dale, fret house
mary j blige & jewel, house of blues
oc/dc (tribute band), paladinos
art garfunkel, pepperdine
jonathan richman, ventura theatre
fishbone, malibu inn

sunday
prince, house of blues
nada surf, troubador
fishbone, johnny foxx's
sandra bernhard, royce hall

monday
juliette lewis and the Licks, spaceland
fountains of wayne, mccabes
carlos guitarlos, thunderbird

tuesday
TSAR, the derby
starsailor, amoeba records
michelle shocked, kulak's woodshed
sting, pantages

flingus + czabe + hosemonster + doc searls has a nice write up about Lick today

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im chatting with ms melting dolls. i have a little crush on her. i think everyone does though. i dont mind.

i dont get jealous that easily. i dont mind when people hang out with others. i hang out with others.

sometimes on the bus when im daydreaming i think about what it would be like to be this gurls boyfriend or that girls husband or this or that.

this morning i was thinking what it would be like to be her boyfriend.

the last girl who i was with i became very archie bunkerish. i sat in my chair and watched tv and just didnt move until it was time to go to work. i was super boring. i bored her to tears. seriously. i even think one time i saw her crying and i said whats wrong and she said just bored. i said hit me with a board cuz youre the best and she said im too bored to find a board to hit you with, so i rolled ontop of her and made passionate love. i loved that girl. i still do. i got jealous of her the other day. not of her but of the boy who got to be with her.

i can count on one hand the number of times ive been jealous over the last two-three years.

i get jealous of weird things. like of people who have infinity pools or hot tubs. or people who get to go to good concerts.

or people who have figured out how to stay in santa barbara.

today after i thought what a dull boyfriend i would be to ms bunny mcintosh cuz all id do is make hot love to her and order thai i thought of all the jobs i should be applying for:

bus driver, taxi driver, caddy, wine bottle opener, etc.

but deep down i think the best job i could think of right now would be paris hiltons chauffer. the girl obviously likes to drink and party, and the way im thinking i could drive her sweet ass to the club, drink sodas at the bar and when she taps me on the shoulder i could hop into the range rover and take her to the next place.

i wouldnt ever rat her out to the press. fuck the press. i wouldnt ever write any books about her. unless she wanted me to. im a loyal man. a good employee. i like the nightlife and i dont even need to have a drink in my hand to feel right and shit if im on the clock i cant enjoy my baileys so why even bother.

i wouldnt care if she got busy in the backseat i wouldnt care if she got busy in the front seat. i do mind that shes locking lips with that boybander but to each her own. its just a job. wax on wax off.

tgif bitches.

sk smiff needs to interview kitty bukkake for next weeks lick

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i like to savor things. i dont know why.

i do everything slow. i eat slow. i kiss slow. i walk fast but that doesnt count. i age slow. i hope to die slow.

one of the best things about lick that i forgot about was how great it is to have a mailbox where great stories end up.

two days ago ms. bunny mcintosh told me that she had an interview with raymi the minx and she had just emailed it to me because she loved lick and thought the conversation was perfect for the new web zine of love.

for some reason i didnt read the chat until today.

people, its amazing.

the new update to lick magazine will be sunday during the grammys.

there will be several new stories

wonderful design,

and an exclusive interview between two of my favorite writers on the internet.

heres an excerpt from the begining of their conversation:

bunny mcintosh: i should interview you
raymi: do it yes
raymi: interview my ass
bunny mcintosh: yes?
bunny mcintosh: ok
bunny mcintosh: are you ready
raymi: yes
bunny mcintosh: or wait. i have to think of questions
raymi: ok
bunny mcintosh: ok, what are you wearing?
bunny mcintosh: lets start this off right.
raymi: white old lady slipper. a blue and white cheerleader style sweater-thing. jeans. smith and wesson right to bear arms belt. black sox. blue underpants
bunny mcintosh: do you like canada?
bunny mcintosh: and also, have you ever seen a black person in canada?
raymi: yes there are many people of that color in my country. and yes i like canada. we have poutine here.
bunny mcintosh: poutine?

find out what poutine is and many other mysteries this sunday at lickmagazine.com

bunny + raymi + lick

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people have lots of questions for me. i think it's nice.

q. do you have any pictures of chopper one?

a. yes. but theyre all top secret.

q. how old are you?

a. 110

q. are you really black?

a. yep.

q. when will the Cubs win the world series?

a. the what?

q. do you really have sex with all those women?

a. sometime we just play scrabble next to the fire and sip merlot.

q. if nothing in here is true, why did you write about your paternity suit thingie?

a. cuz welch wrote a great article, cuz huge people like the Instapundit mentioned it, cuz teenage girls are buying Reason just to get the full page color picture of me wearing my blogger hoodie to put in their lockers at school, and cuz i want people to learn from my mistake and get a lawyer if anything like this ever comes knocking at their door.

q. whats karisa like?

a. shes like what would happen if you could bottle Fun. and wrap that bottle with tight clothes.

q. you already have a popular blog, so why make Lick? nobody is going to go there.

a. au contraire. on both counts. Lick will get way more hits than the busblog in 3-4 months. i made Lick though to give people an outlet to write things that they wouldnt write on their own blogs.

q. how long did it take you to design Lick?

a. it took me one second to press the Send button to beg Ms. Raspil Iverson of bluecad.net to design it. which she has done beautifully.

q. how old are you?

a. 17.

q. when does Tsar play again, i HAVE to see them now that ive heard their cd.

a. ah yes, glad you asked they play at the Derby in Los Feliz on Tuesday 2/10 at 10pm. tell the man you read the busblog and you will get in for freeeeeeeeeeee.

mallory + why cant this woman live next door to me + franny

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the daisy princess had a good day on tuesday. first she got to talk to me on the phone. then she got her poster signed by her hero. then she got to see her hero get her much deserved star on the hollywood walk of fame.

then she got to talk to me on the phone again.

then she got to go to the hollywood premiere of the new drew + adam sandler movie and see all the stars.

then drew's assistant recognized her and offered her two tickets to the premiere, but because she had her bf and her best friend with her she needed three tickets so the assistant hooked her ass up with three tickets at the theatre next door and she got to see the movie and omg omg omg she had a great night

so she called me and left me a message and apologized for being a pain in the ass and i said it was cool and then she put her best friend on the phone and i offered to guess her weight in my own special way and her best friend didnt say no.

best friends never do.

anyway, im glad ashley had a great day. im glad she got to see her idol and the new flick and if somehow she reads this im glad that she got her picture back here on the busblog.

her luck just doesnt end.

hopefully the rumors of her favorite band's breakup arent true.

grapevine + makeout city + buzz machine + circle square

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did you know im a father? yep. technically.

because nothing in my life is normal im the father of a child i have never met, from a woman ive never even touched, fertilized by sperm that was not mine.

how could this basic impossibility be reality?

because the contra costa court says so.

several years ago i was sleeping in the arms of my true love when i heard a thunderous pounding at the front door. this was odd because she and i lived in a gated apartment complex and nobody knocked at our door ever.

it was 5am.

at that point i was new to the xbi and i had the 6am - 3 pm shift so i was used to waking up early, but not in that manner.

i went to the door and it was the sheriff. they were serving me with some documents. i opened the package and scanned the contents and realized that i was being accused of being some 10 year old girl's father.

relieved that it wasnt something serious or possible, i crawled back into my bed and assured my truest that everything was gonna be ok.

when i got home at 3:30pm i read the top page of the documents and saw that they were giving me two things i could do: 1) fill out the medium sized stack of papers or 2) call the number at the top of the page and "settle" the matter.

being someone interested in the possibility of settling something with a phone call, i dialed the damn number and was flat out lied to by the person on the other end of the phone:

just call back here every day for the next 30 days, she said, and we'll know youre not the father.

little did i know, but because i obeyed the representative from the Department of Children's Services i was falling for their ploy.

they knew that if i didnt fill out the paperwork and send it back to them within 30 days i would be deemed the father by "default judgement."

they never told me this, of course, over the series of conversations that i would have with them each day after work

somehow it slipped their minds.

this is just the begining of an interestingly scary part of my real life.

a part that is in this months Reason magazine in a good long article written by my buddy mr Matt Welch

who in his spare time sings and plays guitar in the Corvids

a cd you need to pick up immediately.

matt digs up some incredible stats and stories about how millions of men have ended up in the situation that i found myself:

fucked

whats interesting is i have taken two dna tests, i do not look like the "tall, dark-skinned" Anthony Pierce that the mother describes the father as being and yet my case still continues. it's now going into its third year!

it's one thing to set a trap and lie to people to get them into that trap.

it's another thing to keep them in there once it obvious that you have the wrong man.

there is a nebulous system that some people might feel the urge to raise their fists at,

but most of the time there are real people within that system who know very obviously that they could do something to right the glaring and obvious wrongs within that system

and when they do not

a demon gets his wings.

the reason piece + TPB, esq. analyzes it + as does cathy seipp + even the instapundit covered it

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hot chick took me to do laundry last night. only clean clothes i had left were some old 501s and my american flag poncho.

she picked me up at the xbi in her sweet ride. we made it to the pad. as i seperated my delicates from my whites and colors she watched last weeks real world, the one where everyone got thrown in the pokey. then she watched some americas top model while i poured a healthy glass of rum.

she looked real good on the other side of the couch there. i crept over like madonna in that one video express yourself. i crawled. she laughed. i said im gonna get there soon, better watch it. she laughed and fake hid behind my cubs comforter. the space heater clicked on and i climbed up her leg. she resisted slightly. but only cuz we had to do laundry.

i said let me just rub up against that fine ass for a sec.

she said only for a sec

flipped her over so she could watch the show and i grinded. reached underneath the blanket to see what was in there. got a nice handful of something. made a mental note to reinvestigate that shit after the laundry.

we drove to the gay laundry which i have learned to appreciate. its always clean. they have later hours. theyre next to an el pollo loco. there used to be a ms pac man in there but somehow that got yanked out. hafta have a ms pac man in your shit. thats like easy money, isnt it?

got home and she was begging for it. it was cute. im old though so i had gotten out of the mood. between work and laundrying i was pooped. she lifted her long skirt to reveal her knee high do-me boots. was that a garter belt way up there in the shadows?

only problem with being as good in the sack as i am is the girls are bound to make a lot of noise. this one was waking the neighbors and i had only used my left hand. (i was fumbling for condoms in the magic drawer with the right.)

i dont know why im self conscious about what my neighbors think but i am. maybe its the last shred of shyness that i have yet to shake. maybe cuz im secretive around them. i keep my shit to myself and i thank them for keeping their shit to themself.

still the sounds of a pleased young woman youd think would be music to some folks ears, and it is in most cases.

but you never know. maybe some just get sad when they hear someone else getting it other than themselves.

i dont wanna make my neighbors sad.

and these are the things i think of in the heat of the moment with kid rock on the mp3 player after smoking and drinking on a tuesday night.

3rd Leg + kool keith + dogboy

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black history month: Black Sabbath

i took jeanine to see Ozzy's farewell tour in 1991 at irvine meadows. rob halfords band Fight opened, then Ozzy played, and then a reunited Sabbath came out with halford singing for them, and then Ozzy sang some old chestnuts with his old band and brought out his little kids and he said "this is why im quitting all this shit. for these kids, man!"

then he hugged his kids and then tony iommi plugged his sg back into the marshall stacks and the kids ran off stage and carmen appiece from ozzys band pounded out a drum beat and ozzy started clapping all hunched over like he does and they broke into something from sabbath bloody sabbath and this little 13 year old kid sitting next to me spilled his super big gulp and didnt even notice.

black sabbath were the kings of grunge 20 years before it even had a name. some would say they were the godfathers of metal but metal never had the warmth of a warpigs and i hate to say it but iommi never had the speed that one looks for when you think metal. sure they inspired all those bands but so did miniskirts.

sad thing about ozzys new fame is the kids today might think that hes always been this bumbling old man with a crazy wife and fucked up kids. truth of the matter is ozzy is not only one of the most important singers in rock music but one of the top ten important frontmen of all time. maybe top 5. jagger, bon scott, bono, morrison, ozzy. yep, that covers it.

i like sabbath because they werent afraid of long droning epic spinal tappy adventures through the darkness.

i like sabbath because when they didnt want ozzy to sing with them (huge mistake) they got ronnie james dio to sing with them (perfect choice.)

i like sabbath because they love wearing crucifixes, long, hair, and moustashes.

i like sabbath because they still kick the shit out of all the pansy asses who pretend that what theyre doing is rock.

i like sabbath because they remind us that the beatles made ditties to hum to your children but that rock is bigger and deffer than all of that.

and lastly i like sabbath because they were the perfect combo of substance over style, spirit over image, soul over marketing.

happy black history month.

gods lonely man + black history month sports timeline + the mighty doc searls

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this is me. i hate life. i hate everything. hi.

a hot chick is gonna take me to do laundry with her, so thats cool. but if the earth opened up here in hollywood and sucked this godforsaken building down i would only be sorry for the people who discover chopper one because once they put it back together it will be a shock to them that mankind could create a machine so good while turning their backs on other machinery that could do things like, oh, say, feed starving people or find water in desert areas.

which they could, of course. if there was a way to make money off the poor.

instead they built this beast to keep the madding crowds in line and to steal from the rich and spy on the thieves.

the clouds are beautiful today. the sun in shining. the air is crisp. the girls are wearing cute little scarves and ugg boots. their flowers are wilting in their button holes their dreams havent been crushed yet like mine have, their boyfriends havent been found out yet and their daddys still pay for their miatas.

but one day they will look in the mirror and see what i just saw (pictured): the cold hard truth.

bitter bubbles the babbling brook of broken backs on which this "fair" city was born.

and fie on the fucks who stir its broth for the unsuspecting.

man walked into a bar last night as i was paying my tab and asked me if i had a few minutes to listen to his pitch and i said i have all the time in the world as long as he was talking about jesus

he said he had something better to talk about than the lord

i said youve got something better than everlasting life

he said you really want this to last forever

so i sat down and got the tab open again.

turned out he just wanted to have someone to talk to until the rain ended.

i made him pay for my baileys and i told the fuck to get a blog next time.

sk smith + i heart amy + rabbit

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attentions ladies of Tampa, Florida!

Because you are a reader of the busblog, you are exclusively invited to witness the debut of the new fashion line by Jones New York at the Jones New York Signature launch fashion show-cocktail party-awards ceremony-shopping spree

this Thursday, February 5th.

Time: 6-8 pm
Date: February 5, 2004
Location: West Shore Plaza
Burdine's- 2nd Floor
298 West Shore Plaza
Tampa, FL 33511

To help you enjoy your shopping spree, you and all of your guests will receive Jones New York Signature gift cards at the event.

Please RSVP either directly to signature@look-look.com or via phone (800-856-5601) with
your full name and the full name of each of your guests.

We hope to see you there!

If you don't live in the Tampa Bay area but know someone who does, please let them know about this event!

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whats wrong with this fucking picture? other than it makes me want to puke.

the chicago cubs are owned by the tribune corp. tribune corp also owns over a dozen newspapers (including the chicago tribune, newsday, and la times) and two dozen tv stations.

the cubs were one pudge rodriguez away from winning the world series last year and this winter 32 yr old pudge was up for grabs to the highest bidder and guess what tribune corp said

nah, too expensive.

pudge was the world series mvp maybe the playoff mvp and definitely the biggest reason that the fish won the series last year and all he wanted was $10 million a year for 4 years and the trib only offered a 3 year contract.

tightwad asswad trib corp's earnings jumped 75% last quarter. their revenues rose 3% to $1.47 billion. of all their assets the Cubs are the most beloved and worthy of a slight injection of funds.

yet they pass on giving the latin backstop the market rate.

fuck tribune corp.

i hope they get papercuts counting all the damn money they saved.

dont they think an allstar catcher like pudge could work wonders for young pitchers like carlos zambrano, mark prior, and kerry wood, the heart of the cubs success last year?

no they dont think that cuz they dont give a shit about the cubs. they only care that the cubs deliver profit year after year. if theyre winning or not.

tribune corp looks at that picture to the right inbetween spritzes with a huge cigar in their fat mouths, towel boys bringing them french water and they think, yeah, we just saved $40 million.

but they didnt save any $40 million.

theres 3-4 catchers in the pros who mean anything and two of them are over 30. hell, all of them might be over 30, and one of em just won the damn world series and today he's wearing a hat for a bunch of losers.

but the biggest losers are the cub fans.

cuz life isnt fair.

and the rich only get richer.

and when they die

they will burn the brightest

and i cannot wait for that day.

cuz they wont go to heaven hoarding their wealth and not spreading the love to the cubs.

and if they do get to heaven

and if im there too

theres gonna be an eternal ass kicking delivered by yours truly

every night

right after hendrix plays.

insults unpunished + tracy should write for lick + and definitely splinky

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im making a cure mix cd for someone who has never really listened to the cure. how do you do something like that? not try to figure out what to put on there, thats easy, anything. but how do you go through life for thirty years and not really ever have the need to throw on a cure record.

the first cure song i ever heard was lets go to bed which made me want to play the bass. robert smiths voice interested me however because where i grew up you didnt really try to pull a queer eye for the straight guy act unless -- well you just didnt do it.

and even though he was singing about a girl he sang it like he does. and femme in chicago at the time wasnt all that cool. neither were the synths or hand claps. but oddly enough it was queens another one bites the dust that allowed for the cure to be accepted. that tune was a huge number one hit and it had a similar bass dominance and femmie singer.

still, the song ruled and everyone looked the other way.

i know i know, weird, but thats how times were back then. you had to worry about everything. i think thats one of the reasons billy corgan is all messed up. why didnt he just put out more zwan records. whats the difference? the bass player wasnt hot enough? she was amazing.

by now he woulda come out with 4-5 pumpkins records and at least two of em woulda been mindblowing.

next up is fascination street. bass pushed back a little. this single first came out on a soundtrack. i cant remember which. i was working at the college radio station at the time. but it was the practice station. it was AM only. and only if you lived on campus. then it went cable, which meant you had to plug the cable into your ass and have someone put a fork in your mouth.

i played that song and a dinosaur jr song and i said anyone listening to this show certainly doesnt deserve this music and truly needs to reevaluate why you have a coax cable up your ass so you can listen to cable college radio when youre about two feet from the pacific ocean and about 5 feet from the most gorgeous coeds this side of maui. this is the new one from the cure on 88.9 FM the juice, uc santa barbara's kjuc.

the debate about which version of close to me is one id rather not enter. purists are rarely pure. and who wants someone pure making your mixed cds? if i made porns i would use this song. if i made porns i wouldnt ask for rights. rights fuck shit up. is the cure really gonna license close to me to a xxx porno about a lonely bullfighter who only became a bullfighter because he believed you couldnt beat the uniform. he liked bulls too much to fight em and he liked the clothes too much to be a bus driver. everyone told him that you can be a hot lookin bus driver but he insisted that the bus company had their own uniform and nowhere did it include a cape.

six different ways makes you believe that anythings possible in life. fuckers carefree as a little girl on a mountain of pink cotton candy heading over to the blue hill over yonder. if i was in a punk band id speed through this one in about twenty seconds as an encore and rip the bra cup from the bass player and reveal his sunshiney nipple ring.

at some point the dance partys gotta start so its why cant i be you. best use of horns since tsars startime and before that the doors touch me. the doors were on elektra like the cure and i suppose that means the next song should be the cure covering the doors on that elektra records anniversary cd rubyiat where they did a pretty damn good version of hello, i love you.

but no. next comes lovecats. if i had a gay porn id put this in there but im not into gay porn. this is another in the long line of perfect walks around the bass. its pretty much an education. its a sideshow on its own. it wouldnt take over the whole song if it wasnt for those weird bottles and other assorted bizzaro sounds going on.

love song is next. dance partys over. if i pitched baseballs at night against a barn in ohio id want this on the boombox on the tractor seat as the sun set and the gnats swarmed and the corn stalks bent away from the wind. it rained tonight in hell-ay. if i was driving listening to juice newton id dig around the 8 track bag for something that had this song on it. if i died and became a fisher price xylophone playing ghost id haunt your funky ass with this one.

when people talk about 80s music they seriously need to include jumping someone elses train. modern english drumbeats, little splash cymbals, uh-GAIN and uh-GAIN and uh-GAIN and uh-GAIN and somehow these lyrics were deep in the 80s, maybe it was just the fade out.

shit, im depressed now.

memories suck.

lick got 2,000 hits today.

it was a fluke.

im listening to the darkness now. fuck the cure.

three lick girls:

sage + ashly brooke + tina

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hi people from the internet searching for "janet jackson superbowl pictures".

my name is tony.

i have so many nude janet jackson superbowl pictures.

but i really dont know how i ended up being #5 in the search results of "janet jackson superbowl pictures".

i also have the superbowl streaker guy though (pictured).

oh wait. i do have janet superbowl pictures.

how did that happen.

hey people of the Internet, look, i have them i have them!

doesnt the whole internet have them by now?

they should.

and weren't you all watching the game and the halftime?

wasnt it one of the most watched superbowls of all time?

and arent the superbowls the most watched tv programmes of the year?

i dont understand.

lord knows i want to understand, but i dont.

life confuses me.

feel free to explain it to me beyond that 42 business cuz i never got that either

click the janet pics if you want something totally better than this page, written by women anonymously and designed by a hot babe herself.

much love.

tp

the g mask has it all + chokey chicken wrote justin + sara k smith lives in texas and needs to write for lick

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please discuss

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why didnt anyone tell me that the lingerie bowl was live, here in LA at the colleseium? one rapid bus gets me to the damn colleseium!

didnt matter. i had a small get together over at the pad. at first i totally wanted to have a party, then i totally didnt. then when people showed up i was happy again.

all weekend i had procrastinated on Lick and it wasnt even like i had to do that much this weekend. Raspil had done all of the hard stuff and mr. jason sutter fixed a baffling problem that was impossible for ms iverson and i but probably a peice of cake for jason who built this city on rock n roll.

all i had to do was arrange it, fix the links, and move it over from the bluecad site to the lickmag site and do a photo essay introduction.

and just like any college paper or project, i waited until the very last minute to do anything.

i even waited late to ask Raspil for help and thank God Almighty that she not only said yes, but did it quickly and gorgeously.

lick launched with a few minutes to go in the second quarter. i wanted to have time to see how much the lingerie bowl cost, so i paused the super bowl, switched tuners and went over to channel 102 and saw that it was only $20 so we watched that during half time switiching over to the mtv lap dance which the children at the party truly loved.

the nine year old said "it must be hard to yearn for attention in the jackson family" and then ate more of jeanines cake.

jeanine, who hates sports, baked a chocolate cake for the superbowl and brought it over. it was spectacular.

my true love didnt make it

karisa didnt make it

miss montreal was mia.

clipper girl wasnt there.

dylan showed up though and gave me his new EP from his new band Shapes of Race Cars

and jeff whalen came over with his sister and her boyfriend sergio and jeff handed me a flyer.

it appears that Tsar will be playing The Derby next Tuesday, February 10.

the show will be free

and there will be $2 beers.

which makes me think i should consider taking wednesday off.

it's only 10:30 but im exausted.

sergio was making us all do absinthe shots and im not as young as i used to be.

btw, the lingerie bowl was suprisingly good.

melting dolls + elise + annika

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oh shit



it's lick

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