Thursday night happy hour! Yeah! Meeting hottie Sarah at the Mex to see what trouble we can stir up tonight. Gots to start planning my work, and working my plan if I do not want to die alone, living in a cardboard box under a viaduct. Not feeling mojolicious but every great athlete pushes past their pain. I am the Dating Misanthrope! No pain, no gain! I have decided this weekend is going to be a Body Temple weekend. No drinking...try not to smoke. Work out. Eat salmon. Clean out closets, do expenses, organize! Lots of fruit and tea. Tonight is my last chance at happiness until Sexual Chocolate's bday bash next Friday and I intend to live it up. I have always believed that self improvement is for the other guy, but my current dry spell is showing me otherwise. I need to be the kind of person that will attract the kind of guy I would want to be with. We have all heard the saying that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I am going to shake it up by doing a program of self denial and misery. I have also ordered some HGH supplements. I KNEW Trimspa didn't work for Anna Nicole! I took that shit and had the appetite of a fucking truck driver. My ex dependant Alexandra and I started calling it FATspa. If HGH worked for that fat pig, drug laden Anna, I expect I can rock it. Clean closets, clean colen, clean finances.....I want the Bounce dryer sheet smell all over my life. I know I am talking all tough now, but it is Thursday night happy hour and the world is at my (soon to be Bouncey smelling) feet.