First of all, I want to say "You're welcome" to (e:Twisted), and I'm glad you went to see Of Montreal and had a good time. I haven't seen a live show since Band of Horses a couple of months ago.

One thing I didn't get credit for was the phrase "dong count" referenced in Lilho's latest entry.

Of course, "dong count" was used in one of my more satisfying journal entries a couple of years ago concerning types of "Nice Girls" :

If you read the comments in that post, you probably noticed that (e:Twisted) mentions how we should tally up the dong counts instead of our school loans. Things, as they usually do, have come full circle.

I would tell you my number, but I have to pump it through the formula that enhances my studitude first. It is being run through the UB supercomputer right now. I'll get back to you.

Going back to the musical theme - I have been entertained by The Hives lately. SPIN magazine likes them, and this time I think they have decent judgment. Frankly I'm weary of the mopey, effeminate, delicate, sensitive guy type of music that has been so popular lately. I have been starving for a more base, fun style of rock and The Hives deliver in spades. I'm glad I bought Veni Vidi Vicious back in 2000. Of course, the complaint is that many of their songs sound the same, and they do, but at this time it really works for me. I would rattle off the rest of what I'm listening to, but I'll save that for another time.

Music doesn't have to be so damned moody all the time. I need (demand) variety in my intake. If I hear one more pseudo-male hipster singer-songwriter crooning about chicks I think I'll go ape-caca. Women don't really respect pussies anyway, unless they are famous musicians. Plus it is hard for me to believe that The Hives are actually Swedish, and I won't lie, there is a little bit of ethnic pride coming into play. I love how they don't take themselves too seriously. If there is one rock band I would want to see live at this time, it is probably The Hives. We missed them, unfortunately, as they were in Toronto in early October, but will not be back around until February or March.

Even though I've been rather anxious lately, there is always something that comes to your attention that makes you realize your problems aren't that bad after all.

A friend of mine who plays basketball in England is in serious doo-doo. He got into a car accident and he is now unconscious. Signs are good so far, and there is reason for cautious optimism, but it is still troubling. It was only maybe a couple of months ago he was here with us at Faherty's having drinks, me congratulating him over his championship season (btw - don't ever date a girl whose best friend is a bartender at your favorite bar - you lose no matter what).

See, when you think of a pro athlete, many things come to mind, not all of them good. Arrogant. Womanizer. Full of his own shit. Brian is a solid guy, nothing like that, and sometimes I wonder how it could happen to him instead of me. I've been rotten at times. I deserve it a lot more than he does. He's laid up, and I just have certain monetary issues to deal with.

So, if you're faithful, or even if you're not, send out some good vibes to my friend Brian, who is in England right now battling.

Bring me a bottle of whiskey when you pick me up. Por favor.

Be thankful, don't take it for granted. Drink it up like a frothy orange bottle of Spa....errr, some booze that someone besides me likes.

Gramma said life would have ups and downs. Kinda tougher to deal with when you're wearing ankle weights. Just got some news and it looks like some worries of mine are going to fade.

And, before anyone thinks I'm going all soft and mushy, fuck the golddiggers.

Thank you for your support.

I continue to ruin my future political ambitions with every journal I write. But, hey, I really wasn't too sure what to call this post, but I wanted to run with the topic since people seem to be interested.

I really won't get into the dynamic of the relationship between my friend and said hottie in too much detail, and I can't be the judge of whether or not he's getting "value" out of the relationship. What I will say though, is that if it were MEEEEEEE...........I probably would bail. But, hey, what do I know, his results are a lot better than mine. I am not really willing to put up with BS anymore (which becomes offensive to people sometimes who aren't used to it), and I'm alright with saying goodbye.

I haven't spoken with him to determine exactly how he feels about it, but I can only imagine he wasn't too happy about it. I at least helped absorb some of the pain. I know I wasn't going to pay for those drinks in full, but right or wrong, if you make a stink the jerk becomes you, instead of the entitled birds who should be the target.

See, I have no problem being nice and offering a drink to someone. The problem is that some people think of it the wrong way. They think of it as, how can I get drunk on this bastard's dime? This attitude is fairly rampant in certain circles. It is an entitlement, not a nice gesture to appreciate. This makes me turn really, really sour. I don't think people should be treated that way. I can tell you, when a chick buys me a drink it is a huge shock, and my reaction is always positive and grateful.

It's almost like people have forgotten how to do something good for someone else. They expect some kind of down payment first. they expect to get one over on someone, and they're okay with it. That's not the way I want to go through life....how about you?