So you think you know EVERYTHING about me? Well, you'll be shocked to know that I do keep SOME things private. Occasionally when I have nothing to write about, like on days like today, I like to reconsider such an item so I can put the diary (and myself) to bed. Today is one of those days. Please enjoy something I like to call:

Click here for
the theme

A couple of weeks ago for dinner, I cooked up a steak on the old George Foreman grill. Oh man, it was good! I finished my dinner and watched some TV. After a few minutes, I thought it was odd that my cat Evelyn wasn't next to me. I get up to find her and she's licking the grease directly off of the grill! Of course, the grill isn't hot (cats are smart like that) but I don't really like the idea of my cat licking something I cook on. I quickly put it away so she isn't tempted. The next weekend, I get another steak, cook it up on the grill and just as I'm about to plate...I remember that I didn't clean the grill as well as I should have. Faced with not having anything else to eat and that it was a $12 steak...I ate it.

Yet another reason why I'm single. I didn't HAVE to share that but that's what Secret Confessions is all about!

I have today off - suck on that all you 9 to 5ers (thanks Justin/Eric)! If you see me driving around NJ, give me a wave.

Have a great weekend!

Best,

Bob

A little bit of this, a little bit of that today (I fell asleep on my sofa for the better part of the evening - such is life.).

-- It was 61 degrees yesterday but when you're wearing shorts, it really feels like 50 degrees. Lesson learned.

-- My friend Jeff (Works on Nashville Star) told me a cool story about hanging out with Scott Weiland (STP/Velvet Revolver) & Duff (GNR/Velvet Revolver) Tuesday night. He said he bet Duff that he didn't know how to reach Izzy (Old GNR member)...Duff called him up and put him on the phone with Jeff, ha ha! Usually such a story would be taken in with one eyebrow raised but Jeff had a photo to back up his BS:

Scott Weiland
(A few minutes after this photo, I'm guessing he
took his shirt off - The guy does not like to
wear shirts!)

-- Speaking of Guns N' Roses, the NEW Guns N' Roses are gearing up for a tour soon. They're playing 4 dates (in May) in NYC to warm things up. I, along with friends Tom & Walter, spent close to two hours last Friday trying to buy tickets. We were not successful -- very frustrating! Ha ha...I wasn't into it at all until Tom explained it to me like this, "Come on! It's GNR!" You can't argue with that. AXL, I know you read this site, send me some tickets brother. BTW, the tickets were going for $63 each (WTF?!)!

-- I borrowed part of my friend Joe's CD collection yesterday.

Joe
(File photo)

If I can get turned on to some new music, that's what it's all about. Anyway, he didn't have a lot of stuff I didn't know about but he did have the Traveling Wilburys! Their CDs are out of print and not on itunes. You can get 'em for $20 but who's going to spend that? Thanks Joe!

-- Remember the group Was (Not Was)? Oh, remember Primus? Does anybody remember laughter?!

That's it! Have a great night...er, day.

Best,

Bob

I know I've been crying poor this week, hmmmmm, how do I say this? I'm about to bring up a new topic and I have to say, I feel like a hypocritical rogue (thank you online dictionary). Here we go:

Hey, my new shirt (impulse buy) got here yesterday! Thus answering my question of why I'm broke, ha ha (laugh through the pain Bobby). Anyway, holy crap, I LOVE THIS SHIRT!

Gary Yamamoto never
looked THIS good!

For the backstory on this shirt, you can read my 4/18/06 diary. I'd describe this as a million-dollar shirt. Meaning, if I had a million dollars and didn't have to answer to anyone...I'd buy hundreds of these shirts and wear the same thing everyday. And I'd buy my Mom a house, ha ha. I'm 36 years old (sigh!) and I STILL love getting stuff in the mail. What a great feeling.

I'm on the bus last night sitting next to a guy, he's reading a motorcycle magazine. I just happen to have my copy of Long Way Round, the GREAT Ewan McGregor & Charley Boorman documentary/series.

Long Way Round
(Please tell me you've seen this by now!
It's only $13 on Amazon!)

So, I struck up a conversation with him. He hasn't seen Long Way Round, so I gave him the hard sell. We had a nice talk, which in this day and age of cell phones, ipods and just total assholes, was very refreshing. The fine art of talking to someone is thankfully still free. ARE YOU LISTENING HOLLYWOOOD?! (That makes no sense, I was so close to making a point and I just crossed the line.)

So that's all I know today. Special thanks to Pam for taking the photos of me in the fish shirt. Have a good one.

Best,

Bob

I paid my bills the other night and have come to the hard realization that I need more money. This always puts me in a bad mood. Right now I'm in "what can I do without" mode. With a quick look around the apartment I see something that can go without question; my phone. I hate talking on my landline, I just never use it. I've only kept it this long because of my DSL. So, with that in mind, I call up Ma Bell.

Bob's calling the phone company.
(You know this ain't gonna go well.)

I have DSL, a landline and cell - it's all on one bill. To get rid of my landline and just have a cell and to keep my DSL, I'd just have a dry loop DSL coming in...no more landline. To do this, I have to split up my bill, then cancel my DSL, then sign up for it again. The lady on the phone didn't think I'd like this process and she was right. What the F?! Why do I have to cancel something, why can't the service I want just be added?! All someone has to do is hit a button! You know that's all it is -- it's 2006 people! CAN I GET A WITNESS?!

This information was gathered over a 40-minute phone call, I was transfered to 5 different people, each person gave me a different 800 number. It was just so dumb. I decided to sleep on it...I can't see one reason to pay $38 a month for nothing. The other area I'm looking at is DirecTV. I put a hold on it for 3 months last year because I was watching too much...I think I may do that again this year...as soon as The Sopranos is over, ha ha. I even went as far as thinking about getting rid of my car. I use it once a week and for trips back to Ohio. I figure sell it, buy a beater...no insurance on it, no parking spot...I'd save so much by doing that. But then you forget the downside to that is paying $1800 for a transmission. So I can't do that.

I don't mean to talk about money but with taxes, this, that and the other - everything hit at once. And I don't believe it debt...spending over my means, sure. Debt, no.

I got a cool e-mail yesterday that I'd like to share with you.

Frank Jones from The Wharton School of Business writes, "Hi Bob, Long-time reader, first-time e-mailer. I'm a Professor at Wharton and my students talk about your website all the time. In an effort to keep their attention, do you think you could find a way to make the topic of Direct Marketing, specifically Direct Mail, more exciting? Thanks Bob -- Keep up the great work!"

How cool is that?! Here's the answer: First, let me say I don't think there can be anything more exciting than Direct Mail but I'll give it a try. Direct Mail, hmmmmm...my two-year degree in Business Management is finally working for me, ha ha. Direct Mail is just a personal way for advertisers to reach their customers. Some call this Junk Mail but with proper research, it's really an effective tool to reach people. A real world example would be if I received a catalog for Ethan Allen furniture. For the money I make, I'd be better suited to receive an Ikea catalog. But the perfect example of Direct Mail is what I found in my mailbox last night:

A postcard for the opening of Larry Flynt's
Hustler Club Roof Deck!

Finally an ad I can use! Whoever sent this card to me is a marketing genius! I went SUCH A LONG way for that one. I'm exhausted!

The party for the adult roof deck was on the 24th, the same day I received the card. "You're invited...RIGHT NOW!" Why Larry Flynt, WHY?! Such is life.

Have a great day.

Best,

Bob

It's Sunday night, I'm thinking about writing my diary and I know I have nothing to talk about. So, I take a couple of photos of my apartment, load them up on the computer and totally forgot about taking this gem:

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Do you know how excited I was when I saw this in the A & P?! Don't you get it? For the first time, the rotisserie-chicken containers have handles! It's such a great design too, the handle is part of the bottom plastic! They've been trying new stuff lately to move these birds. First was the plastic container without a handle, then just a simple bag (gross) and now this! Life is grand.

Oh, if the rest of my weekend could only be as great as that chicken thing.

You want to know what else I did this weekend? I moved my sofa from one side of the apartment to the other.

Amazing!

Someday I'm going to look back on this part of my life and wonder what the f@%k I was doing.

Bob's inner voice: No more bulls#%t Bob -- life is too short. It's f#@king the end of April and you haven't done f#@king s&#t! What the f#%k is wrong with you?! (My inner voice has the mouth of a sailor.)

That's it.

Best,

Bob

I downloaded a song (Track 4) from itunes not so long ago by the group Sigur Rós. This is from Wikipedia: "The album's vocals are recorded in a constructed language the band calls "Hopelandic," which consists of meaningless syllables and resembles scat singing. Most of the syllable-strings sung by vocalist Jón Þór Birgisson are repeated many times throughout each song, and often throughout the whole album."

Sigur Rós

Isn't that crazy?! Crazy good, everytime the 'Track 4' song plays on my ipod, it just brings a tear to my eye, it's very melancholy. They've been around for a while but I just found them.

I was SO close to going out last night (having a few brews). My friend Walter really wanted to do something. But I wasn't in the mood to hang in a bar. Plus, there's always that hard bus ride home where I have to use the men's room...I couldn't do it.

Instead, with the great weather we had the last couple of days, I went home, opened up my windows and sucked it that fresh Hoboken air. Very relaxing, very peaceful...until you hear some jackass on his Nextel walkie-talkie. YOU know what I'm talking about!

CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO THE
SOUNDS OUTSIDE
BOB'S WINDOW

IS THIS LIVING?! F society. And on that note, have a bitchin' weekend!

Warm hugs,

Bob

Against the STRONG advice of friends and family, I decided to take out my own stitches. But nothing I do is normal so The Tony Mendez Show was kind enough to document this event:

You can see Tony Mendez Show by
clicking the 'Late Show' link to the left of
this page

My fingers are still crossed that I won't get a staph infection, ha ha. But if I get messed up from this, it was meant to be...because there was no way I was going to see a doctor again. It's just such a little thing to me. I hope you enjoyed the show -- Thanks Tony, Walter and Jay!

Before I got to work yesterday I picked up some items at the drugstore. It really made for an odd receipt:

One moustache scissors (cheapest scissors they had)
One box latex gloves - 50 count (You can't buy JUST a pair!)
And one tiny Whitman Sampler (Who doesn't love chocolate?)

I wore shorts yesterday! It felt so great! I'm wearing them again as it's going to get up to 78 degrees today. It's the little things.

Seeing how today's entry is somewhat multimedia, I'll cut it short while you check out The Tony Mendez Show, over and over again.

Be real!

Best,

Bob

I got off the bus last night and the first thing I noticed was the beautiful spring evening. 67 degrees after sundown, almost too warm for a light jacket - the kind of night that makes you happy to be alive. The second thing I noticed was a 100% increase in the number of hooligans on the street!


Hooligan season started
last night

Was I in fear of being hooliganized on my walk home? Well, yeah, a little. My theory; Hooligans like the nice weather? (This theory needs work)


They banned smoking in the NJ bars this past weekend and now people don't know what to do with themselves. Thanks a lot Governor of New Jersey - whatever his or her name is! (I'm not into Jersey politics) They ban smoking in the bars, now everyone is out on the street smoking! The bus passed a place where people were outside and the smoke just wafted in the bus. Is this progress?!

Does anybody remember when we used to have a terror alert system? Whatever happened to that? If I had a Bob-alert system, I'd be deep into the red right now. Do you ever just feel like you're going crazy?

All day yesterday, I thought it was Wednesday. I almost got in a fight because of it. "But it's Wednesday!" Today's going to suck because it's going to feel like Thursday.

I'm going to take my stitches out later today. Probably a dumb move but I can't see going to a Doctor just for this. I'd get there, wait five hours, be done in two seconds and hear the doctor say, "You came in just for this?"

I don't know anything else. Have a great day!

Best,

Bob

Prêt-à-Porter

Yesterday I planned for you to log on to bobborden.com and you'd see this photo:

What you didn't see

This was to signify my first wearing of shorts this season but with the Monday high of 63, they'd be too cold for the AM and too cold for the PM -- so I had to scrap those plans and run with the Carl story, ha ha. I actually think about this crap! I may break them out on Wednesday, Lord knows I'll keep you updated, ha ha. I don't make a lot of money but I can wear shorts to work. That's worth something.

So, it's Saturday night, I have NOTHING going on and I end up watching the Tanya Tucker reality show, Tuckerville. I honestly watched everything else that was on TV up to that point. Anyway, Tanya's in the recording studio with some guy she knows from shopping at Wal-Mart(?!), one of the other guys in the studio was wearing this cool shirt with a fish on the back. Five minutes after I saw that shirt, I was online and it was being shipped out to me, ha ha!

Bob's new shirt

It's a fishing shirt, Gary Yamamoto Custom Baits out of Arizona. Gary's a Professional angler and apparently makes some mean bait. So there you go, I have a new shirt. Excuse me for a second...

AHHHHHHHHHH!

OK, I'm back. That's all I got! Have a great day.

Best,

Bob

I'm not going to lie to you, I don't have a whole lot today. I'm in need of a hobby...I finally figured out that playing the lottery isn't a hobby, ha ha.

Have you seen Hustle & Flow?



I watched Hustle & Flow and Sideways twice this weekend. Both excellent stories/films.

I had some bad news with my stitches last week and just when you think you have it bad...my friend Carl (He lives in the UK) was just waiting to turn into traffic when WHAM! A car hits him from behind!



That stinks. Carl's OK but that's a crap thing to happen. Carl said the guy (A new driver) didn't even see him. Damn.

Well, that's all I got.

Best,

Bob

I have Friday off, as I'm sure most of you do. Have a good weekend.

Bob

In 2006, with all we know about home style and home organization, there's no need for clutter. When I moved here almost eleven years ago (yikes!), I brought the clutter with me, ha ha. I had everything in that moving truck, what the hell did I know?! Now, I only want what I need. I got rid of a space-stealing desk a couple of months ago and yesterday morning, I decided to get rid of my desk chair.

The street givith and
the street takith away
(Thank goodness)

This was the chair that Walter and I found on the street in NYC a few years back. I did some research to replace the wheels and brought her back to life. Walter and I joked around that some guy probably used it for some kind of male modeling shoot (I kept that as clean as I could, ha ha!). It is still a great chair but it just became yet another place for cat hair to build up. So long chair!

At dinner last week, the topic of comedian Soupy Sales came up (Yes, this is what 30-somethings talk about). I interjected my only knowledge on the subject and that was; Soupy's sons were in David Bowie's band, Tin Machine. This got a HUGE reaction at the dinner table (Hey, it's my diary, I can lie if I want to!). Now, I have Tin Machine on my mind. I remember liking their 1989 CD. The next day I check itunes, it isn't there. I check online, it's there but I'm not crazy about paying for shipping. I hit the local CD store, nothing. So, last night after work, I walked down to the Virgin Megastore. I found it right away and decided to look around. I think I was in there for two hours!

Richard Ashcroft, Ramones &
Tin Machine

After a listen, I'm glad I picked it up again, it's good. I left the Megastore around 9:15...9:15 in Times Square...There were people EVERYWHERE! I hate that, they're all looking up too! Stopping right in front of me, yuk! I got out of there fast!

OK, that's all I got! I'm going to listen to some tunes!

Rocking 'n' Rolling 4-ever,

Bob

In today’s diary, a couple of stories from my weekend, a health update and a couple of stories that make me look like a great guy.

Weekend story #1: I don’t know how great this story is but it makes me laugh. When the triage nurse was checking me in she asked, “On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you describe your pain?” I said, probably a ‘3’ but keep in mind that I have a very high tolerance for pain, ha ha, oh the laugh we shared. Even with a piece of my arm gone, I still got it.

Weekend story #2: Walter, “Sally” and I are in town doing a little shopping. On the way to the car we decided to pick up some wine. Now, when it comes to wine, I like it but I really don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I pick wine by price and by the label. High price = good stuff, nice label = good stuff, you get the picture. I’m looking around and can’t find anything decent, the prices are too high and the labels are too dull. Then, eureka!

Bob, a wine enthusiast?
Well, not really.

I’m in line to pay for the wine and I hear one of the workers (pretty woman) say to the other, “There goes my last Benton Lane”. Now that’s not much but that is a nice way to start a conversation. A nice way to start a conversation if I didn’t pick my wines based on the picture on the bottle! I had nothing, nothing! However, the wine was tasty.

Health Update: I feel better. I left work early Monday night with a crazy fever. I slept from 7 PM to 12 AM. When I woke up the fever wasn’t as bad but I did have the chills. They did give me a tetanus shot in the E.R., so I knew I wasn’t on the road to lockjaw. My arm feels a little better, still sore but better. So there you go.

Story that makes me look good #1: On the way home Monday night, I’m walking past the park. All the way down at the other end, a woman is walking towards me, I’m not sure but I think I see something fall out of her pocket. Keep in mind, I have a fever. When we pass, I tell her she may have dropped something back there. She looks at me like I’m nuts. I tell her, when I get to the item, I’ll let her know if it’s anything. I get there and it’s a wad of cash. She’s still walking away (!) and I yell, “HEY!” I hold up the cash and nothing. I know it belongs to her. I walk towards her, she stops but isn’t walking towards me, HELP A BROTHER OUT SWEETS, MEET ME IN THE MIDDLE! She finally sees that it is her money and starts saying something to me in a foreign language (French perhaps). I said, goodbye! Helping someone out shouldn’t be SO hard.

Story that makes me look good #2: I’m first in line for triage, Sunday must be a slow day for idiots hurting themselves, well, not that slow, ha ha. This nice family walks in, looks like a grandmother, a dad and a little boy. The little boy belonged on a cereal box, he was so cute, I think he was there getting stitches removed, not sure. Anyway, the triage nurse came out to get me and me, with blood dripping down my arm; I let the kid go before me. The Lord’s giving me a couple of points in the plus column for that one.

I only share ‘Stories that makes me look good’ with you not to blow my own horn but to share with you that the human spirit is still alive and kicking, despite what you see on the evening news. ARE YOU LISTENING HOLLYWOOD?! I need a nap.

That’s it!

Better than I was yesterday,

Bob

I'm sick today...I have the chills/fever. Until I feel better, please enjoy my latest ebay purchase:


This is a copy of a famous sticker
that Joe Strummer kept on his guitar. I like this a lot...it's the little things.


Have a good day --

Bob

When you dance as close to the flame as I do, eventually, you're going to get burned.

I had an interesting weekend. I went to the Hamptons, what's that, you've never heard of it? Playground to the rich and famous? Anyway...I love saying that, ha ha, so dumb. I went out to help my friends Walter and "Sally" move some stuff. Long story short: Walter and I are at the dump throwing away a HUGE mirror (It takes two people to lift this thing), the mirror breaks as we're putting it in the dumpster and it gouged out a chunk of my arm.

Minutes after the accident. I may be in the dirtiest bathroom in the world. Hard to believe the bathroom at THE DUMP would be so disgusting, ha ha. The guys helped me out and got a first aid kit. Walter made it happen though, I was a little out of it.

Here's a close up of my bloody arm. I can't remember when we took this but after the first aid, we drove to the hospital.

The stitches are in!
They took an x-ray because it was pretty deep. But there was no glass in my arm.

This is the last gross photo (I swear).

So there you have it, my very first set of stitches (3 of them). The older I get, the more my trips to the E.R. seem to be increasing...such is life. I have a couple of funny stories that I'll share with you on Tuesday. My arm hurts.

Best,

Bob

I just ate a steak the size of a small human head. But more on that later, first...

Yesterday morning got off to a rough start! I woke up crazy late, missed the 9:30 bus, caught a 9:45 and made it to work with a few minutes to spare. It wouldn't have been a big deal for me to be late, especially since we're not taping this week but that's not how I work. I was off my game because I didn't follow my routine. Stinks.

Hey, speaking of routines, my friend/writer Steve Young has a routine of practicing the guitar before his day begins. When I pass out the morning assignment, I usually find him strumming something lovely. Keeping in mind that I was in a rush yesterday morning and that Steve was recording his practice session...listen to this (Listen to the whole thing):

LISTEN TO STEVE PLAY!

Ha ha ha! How funny is that?! I'm such a boob, I'm too busy to knock?! What the F?!

Today is Friday! That's such a nice word. I went to dinner with my friends last night, the occasion? Jay's birthday, of course!

Happy Birthday Jay!
(File photo)

A great time was had by all...I ALMOST ordered the Kobe Beef ($100) but decided against it. I had a 16 ounce filet mignon instead, mmmmmmm, meat.

OK, that's all I know. Have a great weekend!

All my best,

Bob

The art of writing about nothing is in full effect today...you were warned.








SNOW!!!





Mine and every other website is reporting that yes in fact, we did get some snow yesterday. How's that for news?! It was pretty cool. But the sun was out an hour after that squall and all was right with the world. YAWN!

A week or so ago, I put one of those blue discs in the toilet...



At the time I loved it! I believe I said it felt like I was living in a hotel. Well, now, I want to checkout and there's nothing I can do. I went to the source of the problem and the disc seems to be gone! Where did it go?! And maybe more important -- why is the water still blue!!! It seems to be getting bluer with each flush.



I can't live like this anymore!

I THINK MY TOILET IS HAUNTED!




OH NO!!!

That damn haunted toilet photo represents the last 45 minutes of my life. Excuse me for a second...

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

OK, I'm back.

That's it! Have a great day.

Best,

Bob

There are two kinds of people in the world; Those that like Guns N' Roses' Don't Cry with the original lyrics and those that like Don't Cry with the alternate lyrics.

Use Your Illusion(s)

I have to say, I like the original lyrics. I hear the alternate lyrics and I say to myself, "That ain't right!"

It's cold again! What the F?! I'm freezing my A** off around here. Tomorrow? Snow showers! I kid you not. This once again proves that Prince is a genius (Sometimes It Snows In April).

In case you're just joining me, let me catch you up: I have said NOTHING so far, ha ha!

While I was at the bus stop yesterday morning, I saw an old guy SLAM into the car behind him as he unparallel parked his car -- it was crazy! "Let me see if I can back up anymore by SLAMMING into the car behind me!" He drove off. There's nothing you can do...that's parking in the big city. Years ago, I came back to my car and some jerk knocked my front grill out! Sons of bitches.

That's all I know.

Love,

Bob

What the heck was up with the traffic yesterday? I was sitting on a bus for an hour and 15 minutes! I guess I could look it up but it is so much easier to bitch and moan, ha ha. We're not taping this week due to NCAA, I get to come in a little later/leave a little earlier and I was still one minute away from being late...I hate that...I need a little ME time before I start chopping wood. Life.

Work was work yesterday, no complaints. Around 3PM, the mail comes around. I got a package and it was heavy too! I don't remember ordering anything but that has never prevented me from opening a package before. I open it up and a bobborden.com reader, Ryan Wnoroski, sent me a bottle of Action-1 Mop & Shine floor cleaner! He sent it because he read that I like getting free stuff! Right you are Ryan -- thanks a lot! But as luck would have it, I just loaded up on floor cleaner this weekend, so I'm going to autograph it and send it back to you.

Thanks Ryan!

What's an autographed bottle of mop cleaner worth...I'm guessing less than nothing, ha ha.

I discovered something interesting last night...reading. I got home, had some dinner, then I read a book...there was something very nice about that. The rain was falling, my cats were by my side...very nice.



Cats are neat. Mine follow me...if I go to the bedroom, here they come...living room, there they are. It's cool. Evelyn, the cat pictured, she'll fall asleep on my chest.








At this point in the diary, it should be noted that I'm straight. What the hell, A man can't talk about his cats!

I saw Sling Blade over the weekend, damn, I forgot what a good one that is! Everybody is strong in that one. I also watched Office Space, twice.

OK, that's all I know.

Be real,

Bob

Let's keep 'em short and sweet this week.

Friday night kicked off my cat-sitting duties for my friends Kipley & Karen. It sounds like a drag but it's really pretty fun. They're in another part of town, it sort of feels like a vacation, ha ha. I fed the cats, played with the one that wanted to be played with...on my way out of the building, the owner (Victor) spotted me and gave me a look, ha ha. He knew I didn't belong in his building. We talked for a little bit about the weather, his native Puerto Rico, how America is his home now, his kids, grandkids, etc. I know you think I'm being sarcastic but I really enjoyed talking to him.

I made NO plans this weekend...nothing. I grabbed some dinner, watched some TV and that was it.

Saturday I woke up around 10 and for the life of me, can't remember what I did. Around 3, I did my laundry. Nothing to report there...except, this woman...this woman decided to talk to her insurance company about problems she was having, while I was folding my laundry. This is what life has become now -- I have to hear about other people's crap! Like I don't have enough on my own plate! F her!

Saturday night...Saturday night I discovered the meaning of life, it might be easier if I tell you what happened:

Click THIS to hear the meaning of life

In other words, it's all B.S. --

Sunday, thanks to the time change, I woke up at 12. I didn't know what the hell to do with myself. So, I decided to drive to Nutley to have some pizza for lunch. I get there, the place where I used to do my laundry, they're back open under new management! Holy crap this is great news! My pizza was great, the air was fresher and all is right with the world (sort of). Guess where I'm doing my laundry next weekend? It's the little things.

I hit B & N, bought a book and headed to the A & P. That's it!

That wasn't so short and sweet. I'll make up for it tomorrow, ha ha. Have a great day!

Love,

Bob