I might as well chip in.....well....I'm not a noob, but I'm not a man-whore either. I've tended to always have cycles of having a girlfriend, then going through a period of self-pity and self-doubt, overcoming it, then going in for more punishment. We aren't as brilliant a species as we think, really.

I'm not the kind for a random hookup with a stranger. Sorry, just not my thing. Random hookup with someone I know, now that's different. I also am not someone who makes it a goal to see how many vag's I can pound. You will not hear me refer to women as "fresh tail" or something like that. I do not think of women in terms of how many of them I can fuck before I die.

I guess you can attribute part of that to the fact that I'm sort of introverted and standoffish. I don't go out of my way to be sociable and meet new girls. It just doesn't seem important to me, and hasn't for a few years now. I've always had something bigger and more important looming, which makes it tough for me to be bothered. Plus, there's that whole thing of me not being boyfriend material. Go ahead and ask around, none of the ex's are fighting with each other to win me back. There are still things to be accomplished.

Wow, I can tell I'm already talking about things in terms of relationships, instead of who I want to fuck. If I'm going to have a girl around, I want something more than a pincushion. I've done alright for myself, don't get me wrong, but I probably could have done a lot better if I had taken advantage of all my opportunities. Mark it down to not giving a shit one way or another. Is something wrong with me?

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.