I just bought some new clothes via the internet. Old Navy has some good stuff at great prices. I was wearing a shirt this weekend that was just so old, it made me feel self-conscious. So much so that when I got home, I threw it in the trash -- I felt like a very poor rock star. I'm not a fan of buying clothes but once in a while, you have to make an effort.

So, what gives? 3 comments yesterday for a Monday diary? GIVE IT UP! I AIN'T DOING THIS FOR MY HEALTH!! Maybe you'd like to win something? I can dig that, I'm down. Send me an e-mail (Link is to your left) and you may be the proud winner of this:

A Borgata bottle opener!

Sure I lost big this past weekend but I was still thinking about the people. It cost $6.95, attaches to your fridge with the included magnet and looks good with any decor. E-mail now!

File this next thought under 'odd' or under 'too much information,' either way is correct. Friday morning I'm having a dream that I'm talking to a Russian prostitute. Now, to be 100% honest, we weren't doing anything in my dream but talking (figures, even my dreams are sexless!). I wake up and my clock radio is on some channel where a Russian woman is talking. How weird/cool is that? Prostitutes, am I right?

Hmmmmmm...here's what I'm thinking right now, 'Should I delete that last paragraph? It's not too late.' Ha ha! What the hell! Maybe this will be a new direction for my site. BobBorden.com: After Dark -- ha ha!

That's it!

Best,

Bob