10 to go. ten…
yall only 10 more people can ‘get in on this’.
next 10 people to buy love are the final 10 people to have helped me beat my goal. you will all hold a special place in my heart.
do yall think this will happen today?
feel like i’m going to have an anxiety attack/start tweeting like courtney love.
have i run out of people in the world who could possibly like my music/hate heidi enough to actually buy my record??
feel mad scared it’s going to ‘stall out’ now and that i’ll never sell more records than heidi.
if i win, should i go to “disneyworld” like MJ did when he won like 40 nba championships?
if i ‘lose’ should i just ‘call it a day’/kill myself?
what do yall think i should do to try and sell these last records?
feel like i want to beg people on the streets to buy them for $1.
feeling good/scared.
for all yall ‘visual thinkers’ out there
just in case yall don’t understand the ‘gravity’ of the current ‘sitch’, here is an update via graphical analysis/bar chart. THAT’S HOW F**KING CLOSE WE ARE TO WINNING THIS THING!
as the day played out it seems we’ve ended up at 643. or 15 shy of a tie and 16 shy of winning ‘this bitch’!!!
feel good. the end is nigh yall!
help a bro out. buy my album love. love me. love, me (rionbro).
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“twenty is plenty”! 20 to go…
sold another record. we’re almost in the ‘teens’.
some sweet ladies made “twenty is plenty” signs for me/’the cause’ and are holding them out on the freeway for all passersby to see. going to send them free records for this. they are mad sweet yall. 
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21 to go!
feel like i’m going to ‘live blog’/’live tumble’ this thing until it’s over. only 21 records left to beat heidi. 20 puts me at 258 + 1 puts me at 259.
unreal!!
to celebrate, here’s a picture of some random girl’s 21st birthday cake that weirdly has an ‘oscar’ statue on it. i don’t get this cake at all. can’t wait to have my very own cake shaped in the number 659 though. will put an ‘emmy’ on it, or like a ‘golden globe’ or something.
buy love ya’ll!! let’s do this.
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almost there…
just 25 records to go people. ONLY TWENTY FIVE!
i sort of can’t even believe this happening. there was a time when i didn’t think i would pull this off and i would die lonely, shamed, without friends, family would disown me, people would laugh at me on the streets, throw fruits and vegetables at me, i would resort to heavy drug usage to try and ‘numb’ the embarassment/cope with being ‘the suckiest person on the planet’…
but now i feel like sly stallone in that arm wrestling movie, ‘over the top’, where he beats (the writing is on the wall ya’ll) that giant guy who drank motor oil while all my bros are around cheering me on and unable to believe that i could ‘take down’ a bro who drinks motor oil.
feel like heidi the tatted screaming ogre in this picture, and there little me with my hat to the back bringing my ‘a-game’, and then there is that bro with the ‘toyota’ trucker hat on and he’s breathing on my hand and it’s distracting me/i want him to go away.
for all ya’ll who have been holding out, it’s time to get in on this. it’s time to buy love. i neeeeddd yoouuuu. i need this to end. buy love here.
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LOL. this is too good yall: heidi’s new girl-on-girl sextape coincides with me publicly shaming her via ‘random bro sells more records than her’.
do ya’ll think she wrote one of those 13 songs she wrote in that one day about ‘karissa’?
would be sweet if they had a ‘duet’.
should i sample the sex tape on a ‘single’?
are yall gonna buy/watch this?
feel like i should have a ‘sex tape viewing party’/’record release party’ at the same time. would you come to that?
i tweeted the other day that i wanted ‘feel like this girl does’ — having fun, feeling joyous while running away from bubbles like they are going to ‘catch me’, wearing a sweet yellow jacket, and having the ‘time of my life’.
and i do, right now i do, i actually feel like this girl does in this picture.
everyone/thing is so great, i’ve nearly sold more records than heidi montag even. ‘the final countdown’ continues yall.
stay tuned for more. buy love and stuff.
