tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53643662011-04-21T13:40:05.442-05:00Dear Friends.....Anthony is a little bit older now, a little bit wiser. But let's face it, he still has crazy thoughts that should probably be put in writing. So "Dear Friends..." has made a roaring comeback. :)Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-73359871098982542802010-01-21T22:26:00.002-06:002010-01-21T22:36:36.451-06:00Dear Friends,You know there is this game called Asshole and if you are in college, or high school I guess, or even drove by a college once there is a good chance you've probably played it. One of the best parts of this game is when it's over someone is deemed..."the asshole" and for the entire next game everyone just gets to give it to that person over and over and over again. Depending on how Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-56947647908094661222009-12-14T02:20:00.004-06:002009-12-14T02:49:07.798-06:00Dear Friends,So I watched "Terminator Salvation" last night and what can I say... Meh...It just seemed very mediocre and as if everyone was their to collect their paychecks and leave. Lots of cool explosions, chase scenes and robot fighting but there was something about it that just kinda seemed.......phoned in.Take the scene, for example, where John Conner (played by a seemingly irritated Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-12610307044357087042009-10-20T14:59:00.002-05:002009-10-20T15:06:52.601-05:00So I pulled up Digsby today which has my Yahoo account linked to it and I don't know if you are aware but the new thing now is to randomly "Spam-Chat" people and try to get them to go to porn sites. So about 5 minutes into being logged on I was "targeted"...Here is the chat log that followed......________________________________Her: heeey..u there???Me: yup.....who dis?Her: ooh heyMe: heyHerBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-19214555839891137522009-05-11T14:49:00.004-05:002009-05-11T15:19:18.734-05:00Dear Friends.....Long time I agreeNo hear, no seeNo taste, no touchDidn't even smell meAn occasional sixthsense unlike any otherkeep me in the back of your mindlike a sister or a brotherAll these emotions, feelingsseem to be promoting, believingthat controlling or conceding feelingswas never working or conceiving to bea good idea, never liked itnot a fanI'm a man that needs to open his mind to Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-1100505115248274442004-11-15T01:51:00.000-06:002004-11-15T01:51:55.246-06:00Dear Friends,
"Pound, Pound, Pound. I look up with a shiver at the large red door in front of me. Could this be it? Could they be here? I'm....I'm, not ready. I mean, yah, I wanted them to come. More than anything else. I sat and dreamed about it. When I was awake, when I was asleep. That little space inbetween. That's where I dreamt it the most. The day they came. I would stand up Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-1096010202650973942004-09-24T02:13:00.000-05:002004-09-24T02:16:42.650-05:00Dear Friends,
When I was little I used to love to color. I used to love getting coloring books and crayons. Crayola Crayons to be exact. Especially the box with 164 differant colors...you know...the one with the crayon sharpener on the back. I loved that box. The reason being is because I loved to have that many colors to choose from. You know...when I was coloring a dog...maybe I wanted toBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-1093387382641958792004-08-24T17:42:00.000-05:002004-08-24T17:43:02.640-05:00Dear Friends,
Wouldn't it be weird if this was not your first shot at life. Like, for example, what if it was your third. The third time you were living your life. Third time you met all the people you have met in your life. Third time you had a chance to make a good decision...or a bad one...that would effect the rest of your life. What's even weirder is if this is your third...is there Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-1088154619111528572004-06-25T04:10:00.000-05:002004-06-25T04:10:19.113-05:00Dear Friends,
There was this puppet. His name is really of no concern but just for this letter let's call him Willow (Speaking of Willow, watch Star Wars Episode one...the pod race scene....Just keep thinking "Willow") Anyway, Willow wasn't always a puppet. Actually he was a little boy for a long time (no long nose or long-anything jokes coming....sorry). For some odd reason unlike his Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-1068589675161515942003-11-11T16:27:00.000-06:002003-11-11T16:28:20.390-06:00Dear Friends,
You know that movie with that guy and that girl. They don't like each other in the begining. Heck they don't even know each other but, then certain things happen. Some call it luck. Others call it coincidence. Some people actually think that those instances were meant to be. You can always remember this movie because something always goes wrong and it looks like the two Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-1057643583492143632003-07-08T00:53:00.000-05:002003-07-08T00:53:03.470-05:00Dear Friends,
I am cleaning. Now all of you...(especially my mother) can vouch for the fact that I don't clean very much. But what most of you don't know is when Anthony gets the sudden urge to clean it's because a question has been imposed on him. I boggling riddle that perplexes the intellectual inner thoughts and requires a large amount brain power to be resolved. For some odd reason I Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-953936042003-06-06T21:12:00.000-05:002004-06-27T02:14:02.270-05:00Dear Friends,
I have been dwelling a lot lately and well, you know what that means.
It means I have something blatently useless to talk about.
Yet this week I think it's gonna be differant. This week I am gonna offer a piece of advice. Some food for the brain if you will. This week I will discuss and explain in great detail the
(da da da da)
ANTHONY'S THREE MONTH DATING RULE
Let meBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-951280882003-05-31T14:04:00.000-05:002003-05-31T14:04:49.770-05:00Dear Friends,
Well, I just got done watching an Arnold Swartzenegger (sp?) movie. You know the one where he is a burned-out cop/fireman/security guard who has a drinking problem because his family was killed so he goes on a phycotic rampage and destroys a hole bunch of stuff while in the same time completing the revenge on the peverbial bad guy who put him in his state in the first place?
Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-946699192003-05-20T23:49:00.000-05:002003-05-20T23:49:29.303-05:00Dear Friends,
Well Well Well Friends, you are the remaining list of Anthony's Friends that would like to continue to get emails from him. So congratulate yourselves (or find yourself in the same position Neo did in the first Matrix movie when the other dude said, "I know what you are thinking...I should have taken the blue pill") Needless to say, you love me and want to hear more of me and Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-946683212003-05-20T23:07:00.000-05:002003-05-20T23:07:04.636-05:00THE FIRST EVER DEAR FRIENDS!!!!!!
Dear Friends,
Well, the Mountain Home Hockey Tournament just ended and we took silver medal. I would love to go into it but, I am sure I will bore you all. Anyway, the reason of this letter is a very slick and sly way of trying to get you all to write me emails. Also, Anthony spends alot of his day thinking up real stupid stuff in his head. And I guess it Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-946680292003-05-20T22:59:00.000-05:002003-05-20T22:59:40.760-05:00Dear Friends,
I used to have a way of thinking that I am completely not proud of. I don't know if anyone else thought this way but, I was a big believer in sypathy. Patronizing my self was almost a daily affirmation in the way that I could not sleep until I found something about my life that was wrong. I understood that I wasn't the only one that had it bad out there. I didn't feel alone. Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-946676282003-05-20T22:50:00.000-05:002003-05-20T22:50:11.910-05:00Dear Friends,
I had a friend once. It always seemed like this friend was hiding things from me. It seemed like my friend was intentionally trying to hurt me. I didn't understand why because I never did anything to hurt this person. So one day I heard something bad that this person did. It made me very angry. So angry that I envisioned what I was gonna say to this person when I saw them. Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-946675182003-05-20T22:47:00.000-05:002003-05-20T22:47:16.090-05:00Dear Friends,
Oooooooooooweeeeoooooweeeoooh Iiiiiiiiii
Ohhhhh I'm still alive! Yeah ye Yeah Iiiiii
Ohhh I'm Still alive
Ok probably a bad Pearl Jam impression but, everyone gets the point. I am just writing real quick to let you all know that I love you and I am "Still Alive"
I want you all to think about Thursday. I don't know why or what for just think about it. Thursday is gonna be the Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-946674572003-05-20T22:45:00.000-05:002003-05-20T22:45:40.886-05:00Dear Friends,
So no one called me.
Nobody emailed me either.
But, you know what. I am glad. I am. Truthfully. NO SARCASM.
I used to tell a story to people all the time hopeing that it might help them in the walk of life. In my head, it made sense and had a wonderful point. See, I believe, everyone is born with certain devils in their lives. Bad things that have just "always been Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-946673582003-05-20T22:43:00.000-05:002003-05-20T22:43:33.006-05:00Dear Friends,
There is a person I dislike. I use the word dislike because, if I say anything else this letter will turn into an HBO special. But, I really dislike this person. Ever since the moment I met this person, I have disliked them. Countless numbers of times have I tried to find a way to like this person but, I have failed on each occasion. So I try and stay away from this person Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-946672942003-05-20T22:42:00.000-05:002003-05-20T22:42:09.153-05:00Dear Friends,
Let me supply the scenario and/or situation for you. This involves three subjects.....Guy-A, Guy-B, and Gal-A. We will call them Peter Paul and Mary for clearity upon the story in which I am about to tell. Let's say that Peter and Mary are dating. They have been together for about a month or so but, like any other teenage relationship they have already committed to giving Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945904202003-05-19T12:47:00.000-05:002003-05-19T12:47:35.053-05:00Dear Friends,
So there is this teddy bear. He is a cute cuddly little teddy bear. Never does anything wrong. All he wants in life are three things...
1) He wants to be in the BEAR PARADE. The biggest Teddy Bear event in Teddy Bear History of course. He doesnt' care if he is in front of all the other bears or anything like that. He just wants to be in the parade for once in his teddy bear lifeBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945901162003-05-19T12:40:00.000-05:002003-05-19T12:40:12.346-05:00Dear Friends,
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I did it but, I couldn't help my self
it snuck up on me really
I was suprised myself
I never even seen it coming
I was just with you one day and to my suprise it popped out and grabbed me
I didn't want it to happen
I didn't want to complicate things
I just wanted life to be normal but, no
it had to change
and it has changed hasn't it
respect has been lost
why?Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945900052003-05-19T12:37:00.000-05:002003-05-19T12:37:34.716-05:00Dear Friends,
This is a very special Dear Friends letter. It is kinda like a Mission Statement for the Dear Friends letter that I send out. See I just had maybe one of the best weekends in my life. I was kinda down in the dumps lately. Not for any previously mentioned problems. No my buddy Matt put it very elequently when he said, "Life just sucks right now." Of course I am no stranger to Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945899492003-05-19T12:36:00.000-05:002003-05-19T12:36:10.280-05:00Dear Friends,
Have you ever felt dead. Completely useless to the world. Stuck in this bubble of crap with no way out? The last month or so that was me in a nutshell (please....no nutshell jokes). I came to a dead end last night. A place where I had two choices.....Quit, go home and go to sleep....or bend over, take it up the tail pipe and assume leadership. I fortunately chose the second Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945898392003-05-19T12:33:00.000-05:002003-05-19T12:33:27.680-05:00Dear Friends,
Our lives often revolve around one thing and one thing only. Ourselves. This is not a "conceited" rant or far from it. It is more of just an analyzation that has occured to me over that last few days. Everyone on this earth has one thing in common. No matter what skin color. No matter what Gender. No matter what physical attribute anyone possesses, everyone's life revolves Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945897072003-05-19T12:31:00.000-05:002003-05-19T12:31:06.296-05:00Dear Friends,
Sometimes I wonder what I could have been. Where I could have gone. Who I could know. Everyday each and everyone of us is faced with certain life-changing decisions that may lead us on a new path. Each day we make those decisions and waltz through the next entrance of the maze that precedes us. Can you imagine for a moment though where you would be if you chose diferantly? IfBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945888542003-05-19T12:11:00.000-05:002003-05-19T12:11:37.033-05:00Dear Friends,
I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner
That is what I truely want to be
For if I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner
Everyone would be in love with me....
I am glad I'm not an Oscar Meyer Weiner
That is what I NEVER want to be
Cause if I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner
Everybody would try to eat me....
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Two kids...Two completely differant opinions of the Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945887802003-05-19T12:10:00.000-05:002003-05-19T12:10:14.316-05:00Dear Friends,
I'll be honest. I have been trying to write a "Dear Friends" letter all day long. I was trying and trying. I turned on my computer about 8 times and almost sent at least three letters. But, it all didn't seem right. I mean, it was a letter. It might have been filled with cooky humor. Thoughts on my life...or other peoples lives. One had a poem. One had a funny thought. Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945886552003-05-19T12:06:00.000-05:002003-05-19T12:06:57.193-05:00Dear Friends,
Well, what can I say. It just wouldn't be a "Dear Friends" if you my life didn't hand me out lemons by the barrel full. I am actually convinced that I live underneath a lemon tree and everytime a ray of sunshine shines thru to my little meaningless life another lemon magically grows in that spot. So what do I do? I mean truthfully, what do I do. Let's analyze the situation Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945117712003-05-17T16:22:00.000-05:002003-05-17T16:22:42.630-05:00Dear Friends,
I have kind of a weird question. I know everyone is gonna look at this email with a raised eyebrow but, it was a question that came up at work and I thought I would share it with all of you.
Did George Washington smoke marijuana?
I may not be sure on this but, I don't think it was illegal back then? I am almost positive the indians did. They smoked pretty much anything that Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945117382003-05-17T16:21:00.000-05:002003-05-17T16:21:28.950-05:00Dear Friends,
You know what?
(I hear the voice of 33 differant people responding with a roll of the eyes..."What")
Certain situations in life are weird. There are so many differant people out there that I meet a day share one brief moment with and then never speak to again. I find myself in one of those moments right now. I sit at a computer...at the public library directly across from a Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-945116932003-05-17T16:19:00.000-05:002003-05-17T16:19:57.433-05:00Dear Friends,
Ok. I have to vent my frustrations for a minute (no suprise). I went to Burger King for lunch today and was flabbergasted (I have always wanted to use that word). There in front of my was a sign that said, "Cheese flavored fries...25 cents." I said to myself, "Self....Burger King has just come up with the greatest idea in Fast Food history." So I ordered some "Cheese" fries Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-944049402003-05-15T13:59:00.000-05:002003-05-15T13:59:47.266-05:00Dear Friends,
So there's this dog named Max. I am not gonna really go into the details of Max's life because well they aren't important. (And also I wouldn't want to say something that is not true and stir up controversy. You all know Max. You all have your own oppinions of Max) So anyway, Max is walking along the road one day and he meats a Rat named Fred. Fred needed some food and askedBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-944048742003-05-15T13:58:00.000-05:002003-05-15T13:58:29.553-05:00Dear Friends,
I have this knack for "creating" holidays (May 17th is national "Come Out of the Closet" Day. It was a day designed for...you know who...to join hands and celebrate and stuff. Our luck it would end up like a elephant line or something. I will give you a minute on that one)
Anyway
Today February 18th will now be a new Holiday. It's called the "I'm Still Alive" day. See mostBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-944047772003-05-15T13:56:00.000-05:002003-05-15T13:56:36.176-05:00Dear Friends,
So. Where ya been? Huh? You think you can just dissapear for a while and then suddenly show up when you feel like it? Do you know what you put us through? We are staying up late. Wondering if you are laying in a sewer ditch. You know there are people that care about you, the least you can do is update them. We are not asking for a long drawn out letter. We are just askingBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-943355952003-05-14T11:22:00.000-05:002003-05-14T11:22:03.630-05:00Dear Friends,
There is this guys. Let's call him Josh. (No not that Josh....what's funny is, that phrase pertains to atleast five of you). Anyway, this Josh is special (I told you it wasn't your Josh). He is one of those people that when he dies people will talk about him. They will learn valued tools of life by studying his actions. His triumphts. His tribulations. See Josh looked at Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-943355072003-05-14T11:20:00.000-05:002003-05-14T11:20:10.236-05:00Dear Friends,
(Note: Regarding the last letter...Jennifer White has now become my new crush for the simple fact that she actually sent an email back voting. Hopefully this proves two points...Point 1: Jennifer White is NOT a snobby famous person....and #B I GOT A CHANCE!!!)
Memorial Day. A day to reflect on those who lost their lives fighting for this country. Bet you didn't know that. Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-943354462003-05-14T11:18:00.000-05:002003-05-14T11:18:31.393-05:00Dear Friends,
Hello everybody. First of before I get started today I would just like to thank Joe....biil..um Billing..ton....yah...Joe Billington for winning the Scavenger Hunt. (here is a hint: There is no Joe Billington. Aparrently Nobody likes me anymore :o)
Joe did an excellant job in capturing every item except for the date with Kerri Maxwell which consequently brings me to the Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-942828512003-05-13T14:36:00.000-05:002003-05-13T14:36:56.736-05:00Dear Friends,
Memorial Day. A day to reflect on those who lost their lives fighting for this country. Bet you didn't know that. I sure didn't. Nope. It took me a whole day of bordem to figure out why the hell everything was closed and no one was out in town today. It was only when I finally came to my conclusion that I decided that I would take you on a brain-storming trip through my my Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-942827342003-05-13T14:34:00.000-05:002003-05-13T14:34:40.856-05:00Dear Friends,
Hey Everyone. It's time once again for another Dear Friends. Just for the record by the way....the last dear friends, where I wrote about my problem with Scrappy, the Phone and my crayons? Well, it kinda has been taken care of. See Scrappy ran away before I could get home to see him. I guess I just can't take care of my pets huh?
Anyways, let's move on.
Life is a very Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-942826642003-05-13T14:33:00.000-05:002003-05-13T14:33:32.753-05:00Dear Friends,
Why am I from Pluto? The more and more people I meet on this planet the more and more people I realize I don't resemble. So where are the people like me? Where are the people that talk like me, think like me, act like me, are as short as me? Where are the guys that feel it is wrong to cheat on a women who you are committed to? Where are the people that would give up their Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-942086442003-05-12T10:51:00.000-05:002003-05-12T10:51:18.273-05:00Dear Friends,
I lost a contact during Hockey Practice Thursday. Two days later I lost the other one. The problem with this is I was with out a ready back-up supply. Anyway, the point I am slowly developing to is this...I couldn't see anything.
Especially, in Walmart. I thought to my self in my blind haze, "If a good-looking girl walks by...I won't notice." That's when I went into a day Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-942085252003-05-12T10:49:00.000-05:002003-05-12T10:49:26.930-05:00Dear Friends,
In this latest letter, I am gonna get a bit serious. I know for some of you it is hard to believe that I can become serious but, there have been occasions. Anyway, I am gonna talk about an eye-opener that I recently had and hope that or those of you that aren't associated with what I am about to tell you, will be suprised as well. When I went to highschool there were many Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-942083172003-05-12T10:45:00.000-05:002003-05-12T10:45:41.163-05:00Dear Friends,
There is a mystery afoot ("it's not my feet, I just washed them")(small Mel brooks joke)(very small).
Anyways, This mystery spans accross six states. Each of you is a suspect. No one will be able to leave this email until the truth comes out. That's right you are all stuck here. (unless of course you just deleted this message.......gee....I didn't think about that)
So what is Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-941770842003-05-11T21:05:00.000-05:002003-05-11T21:05:15.733-05:00Dear Friends,
Have you ever been in a postition where everything you want is miles and miles away from each other. Let's say you want:
A Sports Illustrated Football Phone
A Dog Named Scrappy
And Your Favorite Box of 1001 Crayola Crayons
The problem is, you don't have enough money for the Phone, and you have to leave the dog at home so you can go find the crayons. I know that doesn't Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-941769642003-05-11T21:02:00.000-05:002003-05-11T21:02:46.603-05:00Dear Friends...
Well, alot has happened in the past couple of weeks and I assume you are all wondering why I am not running my mouth about it. Well, the truth is....I couldn't get to a computer. So here is what I say....
1) I have a hurt in my heart for the thousands that lost their life last week.
2) I have a bigger hurt in my heart for all the people that lost their life trying to save Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-941768542003-05-11T21:00:00.000-05:002003-05-11T21:22:15.000-05:00Dear Friends,
I am not a usual guy. I have never cheated on a girlfriend. Ever. I know that some of you might find that hard to believe but, past girlfriends who receive this letter will vouch for me. I am mr. Commitment. I guess it's because for the longest time I have always wanted someone. I have always wanted to share my life with that certain someone. That has in fact scared EVERY Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-941218612003-05-10T17:28:00.000-05:002003-05-10T17:28:03.730-05:00Dear Friends,
I look back on my life right now and think about what I could have been. What I couldn't done or where I would be if things were differant. If I wasn't me. What if my parents weren't me. What if I didn't grow up where I did. What if I didn't choose the friends I have now. What if I conformed every moment when another human being forced me to. That's the big one really. So Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-941218022003-05-10T17:26:00.000-05:002003-05-10T17:26:19.543-05:00Dear Friends,
So,
This week I saw the best...and worst movies I have seen this year. It's kind of a tradition really. Every year within 7-10 days I see the "This movie changed my life" movie and the "I can't believe I just spent money on this" movie. Last years winners?
Best - American History X (I know I seem to inhibit sloth when it comes to seeing movies when they come out)
Worst - Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-941217482003-05-10T17:24:00.000-05:002003-05-10T17:24:30.950-05:00Dear Friends,
Alright. We are now starting week three of the Olympics (the truth is I don't really know how long the Olympics have been going on, I have just had t.v. for three weeks :o)
Anyway, in three weeks, this is the ratio of events that have been offered on television for the Olympics:
75% Figure Skating
10% Speed Skating
7% Byatholon (an event which surfaces the question "What Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-940579832003-05-09T10:58:00.000-05:002003-05-09T10:58:54.610-05:00DEAR FRIENDS!
Ok. I am gonna try and be calm. As you can tell by my subject title I am....somewhat.....excited. Please, friends, please....try to understand that something has just been made available to me that I have stayed up nights wondering, just how amazing it would be. At 21 years old, this is one of the few (I know...the few?) things that I constantly daydream about in a childish Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-940579032003-05-09T10:56:00.000-05:002004-06-27T02:14:38.230-05:00Dear Friends,
Born in the third month
Born at 3:30
Started skating when I was three (I have a picture to prove it)
The guy's jersey number at my first White Sox game was Three
Third time I learned how to ride a bike
My first real friends (Enrique and Hugo...together we made the terrible three)
Third Grade I took an IQ test and was put in the ACE Program
The third person in the class to play the Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-940577692003-05-09T10:54:00.000-05:002003-05-09T10:54:37.120-05:00Dear Friends,
So I used to have this old, ragedy Seseme Street blanket. It was the most comfortable blanket I have ever owned. I mean, I have been through blankets. Big ones, small ones, soft ones and rigid. Comforters and quilts. Fuzzy blankets, and plain ones. Flowers, sports teams (this is starting to turn into a CAT IN THE HAT book). Anyway, my point is out of all blankets I nesstledBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-939947912003-05-08T10:26:00.000-05:002003-05-08T10:26:38.896-05:00Dear Friends,
Well howdy everybody. This weekend was a good week. I got to see a lot of my friends. One especially good friend I got to see was Kris Jarvis. We sat and joked about a lot but, the most women and the fact that none of them interested us at this particular time in our lives. (First Disclaimer: This letter is not meant to be sexist)
So anyway, we got this idea that now beforeBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-939940612003-05-08T10:12:00.000-05:002003-05-08T10:12:54.586-05:00Dear Friends,
For all my new buds that were just added to the dear friends letter list I say welcome. I also say that this summer will never be forgotten (especially Alison's gorgeous hair). Anyway....Welcome to "Dear Friends." It's a wonderful little letter that I send out to all my email buddies. I talk about something weird that's brewing in my head (which should scare most of you) in Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-939938442003-05-08T10:09:00.000-05:002003-05-08T10:09:05.286-05:00Dear Friends,
So it's been a while....The reason being? I have been sleeping. Lots of sleep is required when you work with kids all day in the sweltering hot sun. Confused? I will clue you in....this week I started my job as a CAMP COUNSELOR at the YMCA. Wow what a trip. I have spent about a week here at work and all I can say is "wow, what a trip." Don't get me wrong. I love kids. I Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-939361772003-05-07T11:50:00.000-05:002003-05-07T11:50:41.026-05:00Dear Friends,
Have you ever watched that muppets episode where someone's (I don't quite remember who) voice gets stolen and put in a jar. The whole time everyone is looking for this muppets voice. That's what I feel I just went through for the last 9 months or so. Only it's a little differant than losing my voice. Last year about Aprilish, I lost my sweetness. Some evil bad-guy stole it Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-939361232003-05-07T11:49:00.000-05:002003-05-07T11:49:28.843-05:00Dear Friends....that are girls,
Alright this is kinda a special Dear Friends letter for all the women out there. But, don't get discouraged guys. This letter is also for you too. Hopefully I will make it simple enough for you to understand because God knows Men are not the most intellectual people in the world when it comes to the opposite sex.
Right girls?
Anyway. I wanted to tell you Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-939359832003-05-07T11:46:00.000-05:002003-05-07T11:46:37.960-05:00Dear Friends,
So I am working at the YMCA in O'Fallon now. It's pretty fun, so far in my "training" I have worked out, been stuck in a room with 12 hot women, played various tough games like kickball and steal the bacon and been fed Subway, doughnuts and bagels. I have to say, sarcastically I might add, I have my work cut out for me in the summer. (sorry to all of you that have sucky jobs) Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-938756432003-05-06T13:06:00.000-05:002003-05-06T13:06:50.560-05:00Dear Friends,
Video Games are funny. Nothing else on this earth requires this much thinking, problem-solving, memorization and plain ole intellegence and, for that matter, recieves it without any resistance whatsoever. Would you like an example? Gladly.
I took Calculus in High School and although I don't really remember how to turn a Derivitive into a Intergral I can still to this day Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-938754322003-05-06T13:02:00.000-05:002003-05-06T13:02:10.516-05:00Dear Friends
So me and my friends Roy are talking one day and I made the remark, "Well, I'm not getting any younger!" We giggled a bit, and then Roy stopped and stared off into a distance. Now most of you who know Roy understand that Roy just had a thought. A thought that is gonna require a good amount of discussion.
So Roy turns to me and says, "That would be weird to "Get Younger." I Biff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364366.post-938752362003-05-06T12:58:00.000-05:002003-05-06T12:58:23.670-05:00Dear Friends,
Well, Well, Well. I know what you are all thinking. Anthony's back. I am writing you to let you know that it is true. I am a little more mature now. I am a little more experienced. Yet more importantly I am a little more creative and I have a whole lot more boggled up in my head. So as I have said in the past, I am gonna empty out this noggin on you and hopefully you enjoyBiff Goodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16843034528577720388noreply@blogger.com0