Why don't I get along with people anymore? Lately I've been on a real anger rampage. It would seem disingenuous for me to pretend that it's all the other people who have problems and none of it is my fault. But that is how it seems to me. Really. Maybe I was just way too nice for way too long and all the resentment started to bubble up within me recently. Still, even the pent-up aggression of a lifetime will not compel me to risk the liability of hitting somebody first. I really wanted to punch Coral in the nose when she was behaving like an imbecile at a fake wrestling shoot we were at. She was being a little too vigorous in her following of the script with the predetermined outcome and I very much desired to pound it into her head that we were only acting and not really wrestling. Instead of pounding it into her head I just spit in her face. That got her going and she landed the first blow! When all was said and done only one of us could continue the shoot. The shocked cameraman just continued snapping photos of the last woman standing. Please check inside my Playhouse for photo evidence of the incident.

-- XXOO Tanya

BIG BOOBS and BRASH TALK inside www.jackoffland.com !!!

Who says two busty blondes can't be best friends? Jon, the chef at
the club I dance at, said that. I told him to go make a sandwich.
Carolyn Monroe and I had been best friends for the past 2 weeks and
nothing was ever going to change that. To prove our point she and I
continued to parade around in coordinating outfits all month long
even when we took our snack break. Smug with satisfaction she and I
would also order matching lunches from Jon: leafy green salads with
no dressing and lemon wedges on the side. That went on until
last week when Jon eyed my midsection, told me I was a porker, and
informed me that my diet wasn't working. Carolyn should have been
ready to kill him for that, but instead she started laughing! I
couldn't give Jon the satisfaction of seeing us fight right in front
of him so I grabbed her by one of her giant tits and dragged her into
the storage room out in back of the club.....

Please check out the violence-packed photos inside
www.jackoffland.com to see just who came out on top in our heated
battle.

-- XXOO Tanya

November has been a month of action here. Please check inside my Playhouse to find evidence of crushing violence directed at a young, naive wanna-be cheerleader.....(it's always those pesky cheerleaders):

British soccer is one of my all-consuming passions, nevermind that it's not called soccer over there. Everton is the team I live and breathe for. The regal blue of the Everton jersey is the color of glory. It is the hue of dignity. The shade of honor. Imagine my horror and disgust at discovering my nemesis Summer decked out in a CHEERLEADER'S UNIFORM of Everton colors!!! Was she CRAZY?! She really thought she was going to accompany me to the pub at 3AM to watch Everton on the big screen while they were playing across the Atlantic. Of course I was already wearing my official Everton kit and I felt it was my call of duty to squelch her tawdry hopes..

-- XXOO Tanya

Happy Thanksgiving!!

As always, my thoughts and prayers are with our brave troops fighting in the Middle East. God Bless all of you.

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

I had lots of fun today at the Glamourcon Convention in Los Angeles and will bethere again tomorrow at the booth of www.xoticempire.com .Please stop by if you can!

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

This weekend I will be at the Glamourcon convention in Los Angeles on both Saturday and Sunday. I hope to see some of you there. Information for the event is at http://glamourcon.com/ !

-- XXOO Tanya

BEAVERS MAKE BIG-BUCKS DAM


GREENSBURG, La. - These eager beavers had a whole new slant on money laundering.
A bag of bills stolen from a casino was snapped up by beavers who wove thousands of dollars in soggy currency into the sticks and brush of their dam on a creek in eastern Louisiana.
“They hadn’t torn the bills up. They were still whole,” said Maj. Michael Martin of the East Feliciana Parish sheriff’s office.
The money was part of $70,000 to $75,000 taken last week from the Lucky Dollar Casino in Greensburg.
St. Helena Parish deputies searched for the money for days until a lawyer, hoping to make a deal with prosecutors for a client, called and said the money had been discarded in the creek, Police Chief Ronald Harrell said.
Officers searched the creek during the weekend, finding one money bag right away and spotting a second downstream against the beaver dam.
The third bag of cash couldn’t be found, Martin said, so deputies started breaking down the beaver dam to drain the pond it was holding. That was when they saw the dam’s expensive decoration. They eventually found the missing bag, which the beavers hadn’t completely emptied.
“The casino people were elated” to get the money back, even if some of it was wet, Harrell said.
Altogether, deputies found about $40,000, and they expect to find the rest in a safety deposit box at a bank in Mississippi, authorities said.

-- XXOO Tanya

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Inside THE BONDAGE ROOM:

Joey had an evil glint in his eye long before we began the ride up that mountain in Malibu. Fortunately it was a warm day, but I really had not appreciated being herded out of my house in nothing but my bikini bottoms and sandals. He had thrown a leather jacket at me and told me to put it on as he started up his bike. I knew better than to argue and had an inkling that I was in for a long afternoon. It took over 2 hours to ride to a crumbling house in a desolate location, but when we arrived I could not help but admire the panoramic view of the Pacific Ocean and all the beach cities at its shores. My sightseeing was cut short by the appearance of numerous other leather-clad bikers who must have been inside the house. Joey informed me that I was going to put on a "show." I thought he was just making fun of me, but I nervously began posing on the bike for one of the guys who pulled out a camera. I tried to joke around and asked him if these were for ransom photos. He grinned a nasty grin and asked: "Why? Do you really think someone is going to notice that you are missing?" Within minutes I found myself tied to that bike and my feeble protestations were cut off by a large red ballgag that was shoved roughly into my mouth. Terror gripped my heart. What were they going to do to me???

-- XXOO Tanya

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ATTENTION ATTENTION ATTENTION!!!

Many of you Playhouse members have had your accounts terminated in the past few weeks because iBill, my former payment processor here at tanyadanielle.com, is in extreme financial disarray. That is an understatement. There is surprisingly little information available regarding the implosion of iBill, and much of it seems to me to be either lies or just pure speculation.

Since the beginning of October I have watched my little online community here dwindle to less than half of its former size and the population continues to disappear. All Playhouse members who joined my site via iBill have had or will have their access abruptly terminated. All of you did receive or will receive the full 30 days of your last month of membership so no one will get ripped off. The termination of your Playhouse access occurred or will occur on the date you would have been rebilled for the next 30 days.

I want to send a heartfelt thanks to all of you displaced members who have rejoined via Verotel who is now handling all my payment processing. Thank you so much for your support and understanding!!

I am getting ready to send e-mails to all former and remaining iBill clients in this next week. Please know that all of you are very important to me and I sincerely hope to have you back as valued members despite this sad, frustrating, and unfortunate turn of events.

Many kisses,

Tanya

Hello,

I'm supposed to be studying, but instead I find myself aimlessly perusing the internet. I came across this:

Utah to Track Porn Found at Crime Scenes

Sun Oct 17, 6:56 PM ET

 U.S. National - AP


LOGAN, Utah - A sheriff's department in northern Utah is requiring deputies to begin documenting pornography found at crime scenes and during arrests.

 

Lt. Matt Bilodeau, spokesman for the Cache County Sheriff's Department, said that although no connection between legal porn viewing and criminal behavior has ever been proven, police have seen a steady increase in porn associated with crimes.


He likened the new tracking system to the approach police use with gang members.


"(Gangs) have certain clothes they wear, markings on their houses, tattoos," Bilodeau said. "Like gangs, people who use pornography have associated traits, and we'll define them so we can link them to crimes and pornography."


Dani Eyer, head of American Civil Liberties Union of Utah, compared the program to scouring a suspect's bookshelf and trying to create a criminal profile from the things that person reads.


"It's one thing to collect evidence to crimes, but it's another thing to link thought and association to crime," she said.

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Oh, COME ON!! Can I conduct a study of people with pornography in their homes who DON'T commit crimes??

Now that that is off my chest I'd like to ask that you please read the next post which discusses the current problems I'm experiencing with my former website payment processor iBill. The situation is still unresolved and we're trying to work through it. We are now using Verotel as our main payment processor for subscription billings. Thanks so much to all of you members displaced by iBill who have rejoined via Verotel!

Many kisses,

Tanya

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mass poisoning to boost ratings?

'Island of the Famous' No Paradise

Tue Sep 28,11:19 AM ET

 Oddly Enough - Reuters


ROME (Reuters) - It didn't take long for the celebrities on the "Island of the Famous," a popular reality show broadcast on Italian state television, to figure out that they hadn't found paradise.

 

First, Hurricane Jeanne crashed the party ravaging the tiny Caribbean island where the 12 famous personalities were due to compete in "Survivor"-style tests for top honors. The show's launch was delayed for 10 days.


Then on Monday, less than a week after the program kicked off, seven of the 12 stars were evacuated to a nearby hospital with food poisoning after eating nuts found on the beach.


Among those who needed treatment were former Italian soccer star Toto Schillaci and Indian-born actor Kabir Bedi, who has appeared in numerous soap operas including Dynasty and The Bold and the Beautiful.


"They should start getting better in the coming hours," said the program's Web Site.


However, a skeptical consumers' group asked if the mass poisoning wasn't actually a bid to boost ratings.


"Up to what point can the competition for audience share be played out at the cost of its contestants' wellbeing," Codacons said in a statement.

-- XXOO Tanya

Hello,

I am in the business center of a hotel on the outskirts of Baltimore. Normally I'd be writing this on the Playhouse bulletin board but I have very little privacy here and am not able to access the bulletin board at this moment without going through a few pages of the site here first. It would embarrass me to have one of the other internet accessors in here look over my shoulder and see me navigating through an adult site. It doesn't seem like the thing to do in the evening twilight on a Sunday in rural Maryland.

For the next few days I am accompanying one of my roommates who made abrupt plans to come home after receiving news of her grandmother's declining health. I'm here for moral support and to do battle with airline ticket agents, hotel receptionists, and employees of national car rental chains. I've been ready for action ever since we packed our bags yesterday and thus far we have encountered no problems whatsoever. They must have seen the look in my eye. Just kidding. All the logistics of our trip have gone so smoothly that I feel as if I'm in a different world. Oh, wait...I am. I'm not in L.A. anymore and people are generally polite and helpful here. At the very least they seem to be commited to living their lives and doing their jobs without subjecting their fellow humans to loads of unneccessary attitude and some type of obsessive need to call attention to themselves.

Today I had an epiphany. All the major cities in California, Nevada, and Arizona are very similar to each other in terms of their prevailing modes of conduct. It didn't used to be that way 10 years ago, but times change. To get away from the snotty, materialistic attitudes of the masses you need to travel farther away. It's been awhile since I've left that region and it's like a breath of fresh air being out here. My roommate and I caught the red-eye out of L.A. late last night and then rolled into our hotel here at 7AM. We were dressed like the homeless and speaking halfway incoherently and they obligingly allowed us to check in for our Sunday reservation at 7 in the morning for no extra charge. That would not have happened in L.A. Or in Vegas, or in Phoenix, or San Diego, or San Francisco. Or Oakland, for chrissakes.

Anyways, my roommate has visited extensively with the hospitalized grand matriarch of her clan and I've ordered an extensive amount of room service. Things are good here on the East Coast and my roommate feels that reports of her grandmother's failing health were far too alarmist. Still, she's very happy to have made the time to come out here. So am I. It's interesting to see her in the habitat she grew up in. I think I want to move here.

I hope everyone is doing well. Perhaps I'll sneak down here later to access the PLayhouse bulletin board..

Many kisses,

Tanya

Hello,

I have been sick all week. Today I'm starting to feel better. It really scares me to be ill for that long and start to fall behind with everything in my life. Particularly things like bills.

Yesterday's GORGEOUS XXX gallery with super-sexy Alexis Amore did just lift my spirits though!! Please check it out inside the Playhouse along with today's surprise update......

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

I was just signing off inside the Playhouse this evening and happened to reread my post from this past Friday night. It seemed appropriate to re-post the same words out here on the front page as they do signal the end of an era in my small corner of the world. I want as many people as possible to share my pain. The post is in regards to the weathered little place that was my favorite hangout for many years. Alas, the gentrification process that has swept over most of Los Angeles County has now claimed the humble Mermaid as well. For decades the Mermaid was a refuge for the kir-sipping elderly in the South Bay, and also a bastion of hope for a variety of slovenly, hard-drinking types such as myself who populate these beach areas. Pamela Anderson could have sat in there all day completely naked without anyone trying to pick up on her. The place was just too downtrodden and stodgy to attract any of the singles scene.

Many of the elderly patrons and the bar staff were overtly hostile and extremely possessive of their territory. They fiercely resented the spillover crowds that would sometimes try to invade the Mermaid when the surrounding bars on the Hermosa Pier were filled to capacity. Years ago one of the bartenders informed one of my roommates that the Mermaid did not accept a US Passport as valid identification, refused to serve him, and told him to get the fuck out. That's when I grew to love the place. Those old codgers behind the bar had no fear of customers who were under 60. They just wanted the young punks to stay out of there. I was right there with them in spirit every time they snatched too much money out of a youthful customer's hand and refused to make change. Or served them full-priced drinks with ice, mixers, and none of the requested alcohol in them. They would even add insult to injury by putting salt around the rim of a margarita that contained no alcohol whatsoever. I suffered a few indignities in there myself early on, but I grew to feel pretty comfortable in the place because I dressed like the homeless, drank my vodka both straight and quietly, and plied the staff with generous tips. I know how to be respectful of my elders.

A few years ago I was in there watching some big sporting event,(maybe the Super Bowl?), and the singer from Creed or something was singing during the halftime show while wearing one of the team's jerseys. A voice rang out in the dark bar: "Willie Nelson wouldn'ta put that DAMN jersey on." The room remained silent as the scattered patrons stared at the TV and pondered the crass commercialism of the spectacle. Then the Creed guy was replaced by some other well-known performers, (I can't remember who), who began singing a version of some song that was popular that year. There was a palpable sense of disenchantment in the room and finally one of the ancient patrons belted out: "WHATEVER HAPPENED TO "GOD BLESS AMERICA?" We all drank to that although no one uttered a word in response. It was that type of tacit camaraderie that gave the place its character.

Now things have changed. Over the past year the shift in clientele started becoming too startling to ignore. I went for a good 10 months or so trying to delude myself into believing it wasn't really happening, but these are the words I wrote when I came home from the Mermaid on Friday night (or was it Saturday morning-hehe..):


Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2004 6:44 am    Post subject:
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.....I'm very sad to report that my former favorite bar now sucks. The Mermaid in Hermosa Beach has now become trendy. I can't stand it. How does a place become socially desirable for the masses after 50+ years of catering to the elderly? Very depressing. I've always enjoyed little dive bars, particularly those that cater to the older set. Today I had 1 drink at the Mermaid and had to leave. The place has slowly but surely been becoming more popular and tonight there was even a doorman at the door. A cleanshaven young one who uses steroids. I write all this with a heavy heart because for so many years I've gone there to hobnob with the senior citizens and watch the spillover crowd from the "cool" bars on the Hermosa Beach Pier pop their heads in the door, sneer, and leave. Now they come in to the Mermaid and stay to hang out with their friends. This is like writing an obituary.

Fortunately I've located another neighborhood bar that is only frequented by locals. It's in a different town and you can only get in there through the back alley. They had a Labor Day bash on Monday which they advertised with signs above the liquor bottles behind the bar. Almost no one showed up. The owner's daughter had made homemade enchiladas and salsa and it was wonderful. I'm sad to report that 2 friends of mine went in there at some point during the day because I told them there was free food. They ordered 1 Coke, ate the free food, and left. One of them mentioned that they were friends of mine. I feel that they should be permanently barred from the premises and I know that I'm lucky that I'm not. The place actually has a very loyal following of regulars. I have not yet been accepted, but I'm positive that I can drink enough to at least make the all-female staff of bartenders like me.

I'll sign off now, but I can't help but despair a little bit over the loss of the Mermaid...
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Many kisses,

Tanya "


So, there it is. I've been sitting here writing this for 45 minutes for some reason. I needed to convey my memories of the Mermaid before they started to fade into oblivion. If only I'd done that for the Tap 'n Cap. I won't get into it now, but longtime residents of West Los Angeles may remember that now-defunct tavern that was on National Boulevard. 3 barstools and a lopsided pool table. My new favorite hangout shall remain nameless because I don't even know the name. If there ever was a sign outside the place it has long since disintegrated. It happens to be next to a decrepit building that looks like it houses something akin to a back-alley abortion clinic. I only say that because that was my first reaction to it 2 years ago when I first went by it. Either I was driving or jogging, but I can't remember now. The seediness of the bar and the neighboring business attracted my attention, but it took me 2 years to actually set foot in either place. (Usually dodgy locales like that draw me in like a magnet.) There are a lot of nervous, foreign-born women who disappear into the crumbling address next to the bar and I don't know what's going on in there. I feel reasonably confident that that weirdness alone is enough to dissuade the average person from ever coming into my new favorite place to get a drink. The elderly contingent does not seem to frequent the new hangout, but everyone there seems a bit similar in nature to the former patrons of the Mermaid. They all have an appreciation for the regenerative cycle in life: sometimes something is so bad that it's good.

-- XXOO Tanya

There was an occasion in the past when Francesca Le came to my house and criticized my home decorating. I thought that she displayed a ruthless disregard for both my hospitality and my feelings. As a matter of fact that episode occurred this past May and the events of the evening are duly recorded in my Playhouse update of 6/1/04 with plenty of photographic evidence. Adding injury to insult Francesca proved to be the better woman on that day when she kicked my ass. I was humiliated but my spirit was not defeated. I knew that someday I would even the score. I vowed to train harder, be stronger, go to the gym religiously, and take martial arts classes so that she would have no chance against me in our next battle because there WOULD be a next battle. Months passed by and I did little else besides dance in a bar, drink vodka, and go to the occasional photo shoot. Undaunted by my own lack of self-discipline I decided that I would still reclaim my street credibility and challenge Francesca on her own turf. With a bandanna covering most of my face and a cap pulled down low on my brow I broke into her home at 4AM last week. Please check inside the Playhouse to see the outcome of THIS battle...........

-- XXOO Tanya

Good evening,

If you are a member of my Playhouse then you know all about Everton. Well, maybe not all, but you know much more than the average non-Brit.

Please check out my new favorite website:

http://sports.groups.yahoo.com/group/evertonianbabes/

-- XXOO Tanya