I don't know if I should write about this or if I shouldn't? I've been on the fence about talking about it all day. But if this is in fact, my diary, I should be truthful, so here it goes:

Ever heard the saying 'the kindness of strangers'? Well that doesn't apply in this instance because the kindness in question is from someone I know. My birthday on Wednesday was great! I got to talk to Gene Simmons, hang with friends and accept a parade of gifts. That was more than enough. I get to work yesterday, clean off my desk and I come across an envelope.

It was addressed to Bob. Odd, I don't remember seeing that envelope? I open it up and it read: "For your transmission. From a friend" And there was a nice chunk of cash in there. It was anonymous! No one will admit to it which means they know me pretty well because I'm a pretty proud guy, I wouldn't have taken it. I was touched, to say the least.

I don't know if this person(s) reads my diary but if you do, thank you - that's all I can say. Pretty cool.

Time for a new segment, I call it: Excerpt from Monday's BobBorden.com Diary, here we go: "So, I'm in the casino gambling with the money that someone left on my desk and after about two hours, I've doubled my funds! Four hours later, cut to me in the strip club and a stripper named Lexus, rolled me for all my cash! She said she'd love me forever! What does 'forever' mean to you Lexus, what does it mean to you?!" That was an Excerpt from Monday's BobBorden.com Diary - tell your friends.

I want to send a special shout out to my brother George who's celebrating a birthday today. I just thought of a great story from childhood where something actually went my way. Growing up, George knew how to push my buttons and he had a weird mental hold over me. One day we were fighting, he had me pretty good but then I reached down and summoned up some strength that never made an appearance before. I ended up on top of my brother and I had him pinned to the carpet. I wasn't sure where I'd go from this position but with all the rolling around, I must have knocked something loose because the next thing I knew, I threw up in his eye! Ha ha, no joke. It was pretty funny. That's where everything changed for me, that one defining moment. You throw up in a guy's eye, well; you're kind of a loose cannon, ha ha. Anyway, Happy Birthday George! I hope no one throws up in your eye today.

That's it for today. My weekend plans? I'm going to drive, drive, drive.

Stay beautiful,

Bob