I just don't see the point in having a new hotel on the strip. What a silly idea. I wonder what genius financial minds decided it would be economically feasible to do this. I foresee it being used to capacity probably a couple of times a year.

This is something I've written about in the past - the suburbanization of Elmwood. The strip I moved to in 2001 is nothing like the strip I know in 2006. Holy fucking shit, we do NOT need to transform the strip into some kind of Williamsville-esque plaything for the blue bloods and the wannabes. There IS something wrong with making the strip an upper class place. It would cease to be the unique, varied, fun place I fell in love with. I would be horribly embarrassed to be living in a place associated with the word swank. Do you know what being swanky means? It means classism, it means a homogenous population, it means being exclusionary - these are all things that go directly against our notion of what makes Elmwood great. I don't want any more of those fucking horrible robotic suburbanite princess bitches on my block, trolling for single 30-something guys with cash, unless they are wearing next to nothing so I can enjoy checking out their bodies.

I mean, for fucks sake, they are already infiltrating The Pink! Is nothing sacred anymore?

I want to say that an unnamed friend of mine entered himself into pimping legend by calling the various cameramen in the HSBC Arena (he works with them) and getting himself, along with his female guest, on the Kiss Cam during Saturday's Sabres game..

What is the Kiss Cam, you may ask?

During a break in the game, the cameramen pan around the arena at various couples, and when the couples see themselves on the camera, they kiss each other. By securing himself a smooch with his ladyfriend in such a diabolical fashion, he left a lasting impression amongst his friends.

Cheers!

Now, before I go any further here, I want to say that shouting "But I don't act that way, so you can't say this is how it is," is likely not a very accurate way of looking at things. Your difference from the vast majority of the female population is duly noted, nonetheless. None of you have been a guy on V-Day before. I have. I've had lots of girlfriends. I think you could say I, and my friends, have a considerable amount of experience with V-Day, and it is almost all the same. Even with all of the nasty shit these girls did to me, the thing I'm bitter about is the money I spent on these chicks for V-Day. Frankly, none of the girls were worth it. Very few are worth it. I AM STILL PAYING THIS SHIT OFF!

My problem is my pimping game isn't quite up to scratch where I can get away with spending almost nothing on a girl. Some guys have it down right, where they can get away with it for one reason or another. After they run through the girls, they become the "I need a man that will treat me like a princess" type of money whore. I think I need to take lessons from Jerry, at least the Jerry I knew before he got all fucking soft-hearted and shit.

Now, I know this isn't making me any more popular with the ladies, but it has to be said. And for Christ's sake I know not all women are like this, so spare me for fucks sake. This is relevent for the majority, and I am speaking in general terms as such. If I'm going to be judged on how much I spend, and where I take you, and the size of the diamond I am going to buy you - then you had better NOT have even the slightest imperfection in your body. I mean I should be able to bounce a quarter off your ass and stomach. And you had best not even gain 5 pounds either, you need to make sure you are 100% in tip top shape, because God knows if I lose my job or somehow have less money I'll be out on my ass.

I think everyone can tell I'm in a bad mood. V-Day brings this out. It makes me think about all this crap. Timika was cool and dropped off some cookies and cards though!!! That was sweet and unexpected.

Oh, and I found out MySpace is the new and best way to look for porn.

I Hate Valentine's Day. God is supposed to know everything but even He doesn't know how much I despise V-Day.

I've done V-Day on many occasions, and to be honest I don't remember any of them. Nope, can't remember where we went or what we did. Now that I think about it, I only remember that I didn't get much of anything, but I spent God knows how many thousands of dollars over the years. I've done the weekend vacation at the beach, I've done the jewelry, I've mustered all the romantic in me possible - but all that I've taken away from it are memories, and we always remember the bad ones the most.

When will these chumps realize they are being taken for a ride? Instead of having nothing to show for all of my V-Days, I could have a nice big HDTV, a really nice watch, or a good down payment on another car. Instead it is all rotting away in some girl's jewelry box. How STOOOOPID. And when Steak and Blow Job day rolls around they're all like, "Damn I forgot. How about movie and cuddle day instead?"

The only consolation are the mobs of women who are just as bitter as me about V-Day and want to go out and get drunk with their girlfriends on this oh so special date. This is really what V-Day should be about - going out, getting drunk, and finding some new friends. Know what I'm sayin?

Nearly every post he makes is not actually about some kind of important topic - it is about JASON. I've given some consideration as to why he displays this obsessive behavior. I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to be a female he's interested in. Talk about scary. God help all of them.

1) There is some kind of deep character flaw.
2) He is actually a closet homosexual (Does SF do that to you?)
3) He hates himself and lashes out at Jason to make himself feel good.

Tell me, my devoted stalker, how do you feel about this? Remember, you have NO RIGHT to be upset! I'm just displaying my freedom of expression!

Sometimes, you have to listen to yourself.

However, your self is not only your mind or body. You actually have multiple selves, each of which lives on inside the hearts of anyone you have ever interacted with. For example, I have a self that lives within my brother, my father, and all of my friends. Each of these selves are different, as everyone views me differently.

How do you know which self is the correct self? Is that for us to know? How do you know which "you" should be listened to?

Jason

So (e:Joshua) and my friend Jerry went out tonight, so I've been home alone all night deciding what to do. I directed a whole mass full of people to (e:Dcoffee)'s article - I'm not saying how, but suffice it to say there should be more internet traffic headed in that direction.

I've been eating a few Ranchero Doritos tonight. I don't eat chips or most other kinds of snack food very often anymore, but Jerry brought them over and I've been a little hungry. I'm not sure what "Ranchero" flavor is - with other types of Doritos you know for sure, but the only way I can describe the flavor is "spicy."

I realized that there are flavors that I enjoy in potato chip form which I am afraid of in their natural state. For example, I think Cool Ranch Doritos taste really good, yet I don't eat ranch, nor any other kind of salad dressing. I also like Sour Cream and Chives, and Sour Cream and Cheddar chips, but I do not eat sour cream. I'm not sure what I am afraid of, but I don't miss eating salad dressing or sour cream, and I don't think they are the healthiest things in the world anyway so I'll stick to my once in a blue moon eating of the chips. It is Super Bowl time, you know.

With the absence of any real humans to talk to or interact with tonight, I decided to interact with people via internet forums. I couldn't be more thrilled with the result - I talked to a guy (a Christian Liberal) who sees the world much like I do. He directed me to his blog and recommended a book to me. I checked it out on Amazon and I cannot wait to start reading the book. I am not going to talk about the subject of the book because you don't care to know, and I don't care to tell you. Nevertheless I have high hopes about it, and with some luck I hope to learn more about myself and try to make more sense out of my life.

Jason

Here's a very interesting article from Newsweek about Boys in Education. It's definitely worth your time to read it.

(e:Ajay) is right, what I posted are lyrics from a song called "Warmth of the Sun". I just copy and pasted the lyrics and forgot to write the title in. Beach Boys fans would automatically recognize the song, but I don't know that there are too many fans here on the strip.

I started thinking about the Beach Boys again last night while Josh and I were watching War of the Worlds - you know when Tom Cruise sings "Little Deuce Coupe" to Dakota Fanning.

More on this later...it will take a while for me to construct what I really want to say.