i just did

John: how ya doing, guy?
Scott: good, eating lunch--soup and a sandwich
how about you
John: okie dokie

Scott: that is great.
i have the dregs of the brownie
John: hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
glad i didn't eat it and left it for you

Scott: after lunch i will eat dessert
John: hooray!

Scott: shouldnt you be at lunch now
John: waiting on my boss
Scott: dodgers played nomar at short last night
waiting for the man
John: oh yeah?
Scott: actually it was in the minor league game
John: scintillating
Scott: they are thinking about putting him back there when he comes up but then got hurt in the rehab stint from palying ss, so he is back on the DL
funny
maybe i should go try out for the team
i played ss in little league
John: let's bulk you up this summer
Scott: all right
are you going to go get the amino acids and weight gainer or should i
John: get hella aggresive and crazy and end up sleeping in a box on the streets
Scott: like oscar the grouche
i will make a trash can my home
John: still taking weight gainer
Scott: no i ran out
once my work out stuff gets here look out

Scott: have you been updateing the blog about me?

john: it is updated

Scott: what is the link

John: thenicescottpeterson.blogspot.com

Scott: excellent work my friend

John: huzzah

Scott: now everyone knows i will be buff soon
and ready for SEX

To the Beverly Center!

He is back in California. He is a bit heart broken and now has a beard. He is offically a graduate student. He is in Los Angeles sitting indoors. he needs to go holler at some young tenderz and let them know about haikus.

my name is scott pee
have a beard and a masters
we should get naked

BUT BOY HE MAKES LEMONDAE

he asked me if i had a paypal account so he could send me $3.75 to compensate.

HIS FAVORITE MOVIE

FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING SUCKS

kicking and screaming.

are you serious?

tonight at scott's house dennis montgomery will do and say (guilty about thedog pt 1)

sorry i haven't been around to see my kid, bro! thanks for taking care of him, bro! the encyclopedia business is really hard but i think i might have just made my first sale of the year. if the check doesn't clear i will kill myself. hey. as a matter of fact, i don't remeber seeing a set on your shelf. so when i stop by to see the kid and act like i care about him and be a bit obsequious in thanking you for taking care of him and mentioning by the by my wife just left me again and my father has aids, i will try to get you to buy a set. and i will promise to take the dog back, ask you if you want a beer and then slip out the back door and smoke some ice at the schoolyard across the street and masturbate until i bleed.

six-four-three

greetings. we all know why we are here. I received a phone call late last night from Billy Benae, who wanted me to pass on thanks to scott for being at the game last night. He had been a bit worried because every game scott had attended this season had resulted in a loss for choakland (all hail kirk gibson) and he was joyous the streak was broken last night. I said to billy maybe it was becuase scott went with a certain young lady and their sitting next to each other had led to alertness and quick bats but he had already hung up. So scott, billy beane thanks you for going with jules.

Me and cheap guy down by the schoolyard

i saw scott peterson (the nice one) last night at his house. beer and basketball and baseball and pizza and comments and observations and fuck i just remebered that i got drunk and promised that i would recount the first time i met him and how he made me cry. crack the knuckles, i have purpose. it was in the halcyon (i knew that) first months maybe march days of2003, at the residence of whom i will refer to here as smooches the baboon, a woman i was infatuatated with for the third time. being that it was the third time, i was trying my best to impress her with feets of strength (couldn't think of a way to finish the pun joke...add it if you can do better) and outstanding manners and irresistible handsomness and humblness. we were still quite awakward around each other, s. glass and s. baboon. Anyways, s. baboon and her roommates were having a party where their friends came over. i proceeded to get drunk and am sure i did not eat dinner. mind you i was a indian alone in cowboy country. drunk ,no dinner, nervous, i dropped a drink and it spilled everywhere. in the ensuing moments of people laughing or not noticing, a short man with black hair who i knew to be scott peterson walked up to me and pointed at me and said, "you better clean that up." i being an indian alone in cowboy country, drunk, no dinner, nervous, went outside and cried and called my sister, drunkenly proclaiming that motherfuckers don't know who i am and where i am from. dogfood (sister of s. glass told me to grow some balls). smooches came outside and asked me what was wrong and i told her the harrowing tale of him drunkenly mentioning that i should clean it up. she couldn't tell me striaght out that it was no big deal, considering we were in that period when one has no faults nor a temper. so i finished crying, went back inside and probably got more drunk. but peterson made me cry the first night. we became acquaintances when we both went to the same graduations and hung out and we would see each other in the street and shake hands. now he takes care of my dad's dog. go figure.

"i can do this i can do this i can do this

the job is mine."

good luck to jennifer heller and her feeble attempt at getting a job.