Yesterday I asked to hear from everyone on my message board. I wanted to get a rough count of ‘real’ users that check out my website. Well, wouldn’t you know it, they were fixing their website all day and left me hanging! What a pain in the butt! That’s what I get for using a crap board. It’s free, don’t ya know.
Something different today – I’m writing and posting this diary Thursday night. I thought I’d update my site from home so I could sleep in a little Friday morning. I usually get up at 6 am. 7 years ago, I set my alarm that early so I wouldn’t be late for my new job — I never really changed it. It’s been so busy this week, I feel like I need sleep. I went to bed at 10:30 last night. That’s early for me.
Because of this very special edition and because I don’t really have a lot to talk about – I’ve decided to add a new level of excitement to today’s diary. What new level of excitement you ask? That’s right, booze. For every paragraph I write in today’s diary, I’m going to drink a can of beer. Enjoy. 
I’m so sick of the state of music today. All of the sudden, I’m being inundated with ‘garage bands’ — they’re all the same! Three chords, played fast and loud. These new bands are the new Teen Pop that was shoved down our throats. I’m not buying it! All I want is the Foo Fighters. That Dave Grohl is one talented SOB. He was back behind the skins on the Queens of the Stone Age CD, and that rocks! Foo Fighters’ new CD, One by One, comes out 10/22. It’s the little things. Why does Moby sell all his songs? Well, that was a stupid question. The answer, of course, is money. Good for him.
What else? You know what I’m sick of also? Money. More specifically, not having any. I’m 32; I’d like to drive a car that wasn’t built in the eighties! Blah blah blah!!!! I’m sick of hearing myself talk!
I’m not looking forward to Halloween this year. I told this story before but one year while I was walking home in Hoboken – some punk kids hit me with an egg! The egg broke skin too! Hell, the first diary of this site, I told you how my candy got stolen when I was a kid. Traumatic? You bet your sweet – you better believe it! I think I may have had too much.
This diary wasn’t such a great idea. I ended up just getting angry. Hey! I think I saw Michelle Pfeiffer on the subway yesterday. I forgot to mention that. I doubt it was her but she was FINE!
That’s it! Have a great weekend. God Bless America.
BobBorden.com does not condone drinking. The use of Coors Light in today’s diary was for entertainment purposes only.