This is just a quick question.

It seems as if I'll be in Philly for a bit, until August -teenth something. So, any Phillyites got a room that I can gank? I hate room service and housekeeping because I enjoy chaotic mess. Be aware of that. 
Did I mention I've been in PA since Monday? Yeah, I don't know why though.
I bet it's a secret.

 What's new in the world of Steven Glover? I don't even really know, the summer has certainly picked up for me and I've been about doing various things. My father and I finally got the 'Steve-O Merch' squared away for my own little army of brat fans that I adore. (Steven-O fans kick Bam-O Ville-O and Deron-O fan asses ;)  I also for some reason felt the need to do another episode of Cribs, that's always interesting, you have a shit ton of MTV crew members floating around your house looking for where you hide your porn, steak. and whips (That means car out here in La-La land.) Amazing as it may be, I don't really have any current complaints. My health seems to be at a stable level, sadly this means I won't have a cane anytime soon with which to beat people up with. Eventually though, I promise.  I'm still doing random promo for Sneaux too, and I'm stoked because I don't play ball, or sell rap records until I'm platinum, I just chug beer with my ass and tattoo myself at dangerously high speeds in the desert. No matter how you cut it, I kind of enjoy doing it, then again I am such a media whore it's outlandish. I've also started to papparazi the papparazi. Do you know how funny it is to chase them with cameras? They get confused. Suddenly they are on the other end of the spectrum, a deer in the headlights I tell ya. Really. This is one hack of an update, and I apoligize but I do feel rather accomplished. I was running way behind on these things (Next time I run behind I'm going to get on my Sneauc so I can GET AHEAD.)

Talk to me or something, what else am I going to do?

 Who took Supie!? I'm going to kick your fucking asses from here to Texas and back. 
Just let an old man lie, would yah? I need that back pac..Supie needs me. My camera is in there. With pictures of  things on it.  My laptop is in there. My new fucking bong and I at least want that back. Assholes. Assholes. 

I know it was one of you. 

P.S- If this is someone's way of getting me out of the house..It's working. I'm going to be out there beating you up until you give me my junk, though.

Armed with a stack of papers about as thick as the official L.A residency list, Dr. Wetmoore (I dare you with all that is in me not to laugh at that. Just a bit.)  sat down with what must have been my entire history of hospitalization records. It seems that the most harm tends to come to me in places like India and Africa. (Wildboyz, of course) There's also a hefty portion from W.C.G.H (To be expected, of course.) That must have formed from the lengthy stays near Bam.

 Anyway, Doc tells me that it is possible for me to go ahead and have a transplant done for my old ticker sometime this year. She says I've improved a bit too, which is good news beyond belief. Still, it is something I may want to 'Heavily consider'

Well, shit. I have a week to decide, and a nay say could cost me the next available heart that will fit with my body. I guess I have to choose wisely. 

Will I still be me if I do it? Will I make it through? Replacing my heart? Something I never thought I would have. It ain't like a battery, these things should go as long as I do. What happens when the rest of you is great but the main thing is shit? I want to still be me. I don't think I want this, but I'm not ready to die.

 And when I woke up Chris' hand was smashed against my cheek and Johnny's knee was in my hip. Nightmare was somehow laying along my side and there was a baby crying on the T.V. I think I finally know and understand what 'Full House' must be like. Oh come on, I know that Jesse was OCD dude's brother in law..but man, I'd do him.  I don't know where these thoughts come from, but they are certainly the product of pre-bong hit Steve-o. This is why you must continue to supply supie and I with wealths of marijuana and booze. Okay, so the booze is bad for my hear so you can just replace that with more Marijuana! i'm sorry Chris,...I'm leaving you for a short fat green woman named Mary Jane! 
 
  So, the entire point of my entry this morning is this: You wankers were talking about my penis for a long time last night! I bet you all want it, huh? My,  I felt slightly molested just sleeping near Johnny who seemed to know so very much about the exact angle my cock leans to. By the way, I am average. Some of us are far below, so let the average joe live in peace. We all can't have horse dicks in this family. Anyway, I know what I'm getting three of you for Christmas and it will be the best fucking thing ever. Please note my evil laughter after the beep.


*Beeeep*

Muauhaha

Speaking of beeps my new cell phone message is just dead silence, followed by hysterical laughter and the sound of a whip-it in the background. There's a faint mutteriung of "I love Chris" Which I think I was telling nightmare, and then..Beep. So, now you know what to do. I fully expect you fuckers to start calling me too. I have been MiA for too long and there are reasons for that but...

Later 

I make it home last night from some silly LA party, a little wasted and just a tad stoned. The first thing I do is look at my answering machine for the first time in months. There's a few from Manny that I have already answered and a few 'just called to say i love you's from Chris, followed up by a few meeting schedules that I apparently missed. The last message is the shocker though, this message had me sitting down and staring into space with my hand posed to my mouth. A message from Rake, who nearly never calls me. By nearly never, I mean this may be the first time this year Rake has contacted me. I was excited tohear from Mustard Man at first until I heard the news he had for me.

'Yo Steve it's me, Rake. Something happened and you might want to free yourself up to come to West Chester, man. Bam..he was poisoned, and Novak..they shot him. They should be okay, at least that's what I'm hoping for in the end. They aren't letting anyone in to see him just yet, but I'm sure he'd like to know you came to see him. I'll keep you posted'

It's like..you go on living your life without a care and then this happens. I haven't talked to Johnny or Bam in what seems like ages and then that's when the guilt sets in. How could I have been so ignorant as to not know someone was stalking my friends? Oblivous, apparently.

What do I do about it? What can I do besides book myself a long flight out so I can be with them. I'll be there this evening guys.

 Today I spent at least 45 minutes waking up Chris. Would you believe that guy can sleep like a stone? He must have been worn out from the arousing game of monopoly I made him play with me last night. I call it arousing because he was in just his party boy thong and a tee-shirt that read 'Beer Me.'  Somewhere between Party boy buying up both Park Place and Boardwalk I thought to myself, 'Hey we're fun guys--we can find something more interesting to do then to pay each other in fake, colorful money for landing on fake hotels.' So, I decided to go on a liqour run and we took shots of Jack Daniels anytime we landed on a color the other person owned. We ended up passing out, me in the hallway halfway to the bathroom, and him where he sat, with his 1500 dollars in start up cash clenched in his fist. This was after a mad sex session, of course. I had to become his prostitute after going in debt and killing the bottle.

 I didn't have much of a hangover today, I usually don't but I was exhausted and a stuffy nose from this cold I got was keeping me up. So, like I said I spent 45 minutes talking in Chris' ear about the sunshine outside until he got up, smacked me across the back of the head and made us a pot of coffee. These are the things that Jackasses do in their free time, fascinating huh? My life's pretty rad, I have no bones about when it gets a little bit boring like that because we are constantly set on the 'Go' button and just non stop doing things that wind up costing us more in hospital bills then it probably cost the hospital to build the damn place. 

In Philly, L.A, and Ohio they know me by name when I walk in the door to get stitches or whatever it is a stunt requires for follow up. Other places they may have seen me on T.V. and I get the million dollar "Is what you just did on film?" question.  The answers pretty much always "Yes indeed."  Since Suupie..my amazing backpack allows me to carry around my little video camera all of lifes precious moments are caught on film. It's almost weird to think MTV owns my injuries. Like, they profit off me sticking fish hooks through myself, and getting super painful tribal tattoos. Like I said though, my life is pretty rad, and I try to be a fun guy to hang around with, so give it a try sometime.

My date is the sexiest lifegaurd you are ever going to meet. He's also one hell of a hunk of man, and oh and..my boyfriend. 
Ready Pont? 

I have a lot  to celebrate tonight, I really do. Chris has finally let us become a couple again like we were before, and I can't say that it doesn't make me totally giddy like a school bitch. I asked him every day for the past what? Three months, and he always either said 'no.' or just shook his head and changed the channel as if he could change the subject with the remote. I don't know what changed his mind this time, but he made the hell ofut of my day.  

Tonight, we premiere!

Being single is about the most over rated thing on this planet. Why sleep with different people who could care less about you and just want to say they slept with fame and fortune when you can come home and kiss comfort and support on the lips, and watch it all melt into lust in the bedroom. Dating is like a fine art to me, you either have it in you to become an artist or you don't. Chris to me is a regular fucking Picasso with this open, big heart of gold and a laugh that borders on so silly in itself you can't refuse being cheered up by him. I feel as if we just belong together, as if it's just nature at work. No one understands me like Chris does and even if few come damn close, there is no replacing my best friend. Speaking of best friends though, I'm glad to have Johnny around to spend time with again. I've mentioned this a thousand times before already, but mer and Chris missed him so bad, few people can just waltz into our hearts like that and be allowed to walk right out.  It really seems that things are starting to go my way again, as selfish as that seems when I know others aren't so lucky right now, but I can't help those things. I'm going to be happy and enjoy life to the fullest, it's just my thing.  

I can't wait to see everyone's reaction to night, you are all going to love this. Cross my heart.

Yeah dude!

S>G>C