Hello Wednesday! I have almost nothing to talk about because I spent half of last night photographing vegetables! What I do for my art! Man, am I sick and tired of getting the porno e-mails! "Sorry to hear about your car!" I open up that e-mail and it's really an advertisement for farm animals and people that have an urge to use the bathroom on each other. YUK, who is the audience for this? Apparently, me. I'm 32 years old, I don't need an e-mail sent to me every 10 minutes telling me where to get porn! I already know. I mean, I've heard of other people buying it. "Good cover!"
I shouldn't tell this story because I like to keep a "G" rated website but what the heck. A few years back, my friend "Chad" and I came back to Hoboken from a night out in the city. I was feeling lonely because I didn't have a girlfriend and I may have had one too many. I remember making this statement when I got off the bus: I'm going to buy a porno magazine, I don't even care anymore. A poet I'm not. We walked into the 24 hour cigar/magazine store and I started looking. My friend "Chad" buys a soda and checks out first.
I'm right behind him with my purchase. A woman walks in as "Chad" walks out. The cashier has the magazine, face up and he can't find the price. The woman, of course, is just in to buy cigarettes. I look out the door and "Chad" is laughing his butt off. The cashier is still fumbling, the woman can clearly see my one and only purchase. I was so embarrassed! I did the only thing I could do, I hung my head in shame. I know that story doesn't put me in the best light but you know, it's all about the human experience. I don't know what that means but it sounded good, ha ha.
In a totally unrelated subject -- This must be my week for riding on the bus with people I know. I've been writing about her for years but not until now have you seen her photo. Ladies and gentlemen, my good friend Tiffany.
I shouldn't tell this story because I like to keep a "G" rated website but what the heck. A few years back, my friend "Chad" and I came back to Hoboken from a night out in the city. I was feeling lonely because I didn't have a girlfriend and I may have had one too many. I remember making this statement when I got off the bus: I'm going to buy a porno magazine, I don't even care anymore. A poet I'm not. We walked into the 24 hour cigar/magazine store and I started looking. My friend "Chad" buys a soda and checks out first.
I'm right behind him with my purchase. A woman walks in as "Chad" walks out. The cashier has the magazine, face up and he can't find the price. The woman, of course, is just in to buy cigarettes. I look out the door and "Chad" is laughing his butt off. The cashier is still fumbling, the woman can clearly see my one and only purchase. I was so embarrassed! I did the only thing I could do, I hung my head in shame. I know that story doesn't put me in the best light but you know, it's all about the human experience. I don't know what that means but it sounded good, ha ha.
In a totally unrelated subject -- This must be my week for riding on the bus with people I know. I've been writing about her for years but not until now have you seen her photo. Ladies and gentlemen, my good friend Tiffany.
Bob's friend, Tiffany
She's good people and has always been there for me. A good friend is hard to find -- remember that kids. Last week, I featured a photo of my boss, Justin, with singing icon, Tony Orlando. Today, I'm proud to show you a photo of Tony Orlando, with both my bosses, Eric and Justin.
That's a great photo. The Ed Sullivan Theater sure is picturesque. Last night, I finished watching my favorite film, Easy Rider. It's still sooooo good! I need a motorcycle. I'm more of a car guy right now. I'll save the motorcycle for later in life. I've always wanted to drive across the country. I would really enjoy that. I'd like to fly out to California, buy a cheap VW Beetle and drive back. Hmmmm, I wonder if that's feasible? I wonder if VW Beetles are cheap? Well, today's diary has left me with more questions than answers. While I ponder, enjoy your day. Tell your friends about BobBorden.com. And don't forget, buy a BobBorden.com T-shirt, take a photo, e-mail it to me and I'll feature you in my diary. God Bless America.
