HiddenStream

So, I have decided that I hate the minimal amount of posts on a fresh new blog. That is why in the beginning, blogging is so great. I post lots of random crap. I find things to write about. I ask friends if I can post their pictures and quotes on-line. Actually, they begin to think I am a little crazy.

But, about a year from starting the blog, I post less and less, and decide to end it. The relationship between my on-line journal and myself loses it's new shiny appeal. The next step is finding a great new platform to write from. The cycle continues on. I digress. At least I don't have the same problem with men, right?

This time, I am taking measures to do things differently. I have employed certain blog safety measures. I have a secret team of friends checking up on me, making sure I do not delete any posts or start censoring myself. This is the first sign of a blog downfall for me….and I have it taken care of. Another "safety measure" I have taken is through this nifty little website. It is called Future Me, and allows the user to send a email to themselves….well, in the future. Since I seem to last about a year on each individual blog, I decided to send a threatening note to myself a few days before I would hypothetically go on a mad deleting spree in 2007.

Hopefully I will hold on to this one. On a completely different topic: my best friend's 21st B-Day.

Just last week, my good friend Ross and I celebrated his 21 year milestone together. It was an absolute blast. I had a serious lack of cash, so I gave him a couple of lottery tickets as a gift. Oh, oh, correction: A couple of winning lottery tickets. Tell me why it is, that when I buy them for myself, those little fuckers never win….but when I am being all generous and such, they win every time! I bet I could start a business doing that somehow; hmmm. Anyway- back to the birthday festivities. By the way; Ross won $50 bucks.

We had a wonderful dinner at a sushi place here in Carrollton and then, (somehow) decided to hit up a local strip club. Now, I have never really been to a strip club, (that I can remember at least,) and I was curious to see what good ol' Carroll county had to offer as far a exotic dancers. I have to say the place was not entirely crappy. I started ordering straight shots of tequila and the night grew longer and longer. Damn, I can not disclose too much here, but we had a great time. Ross got a bit hammered, and I…well, I made drunken phone calls. I also spent most of the night having great conversations with a majority of the strippers. Read that sentence again. I really did! The girls were so sweet and intelligent, it changed my outlook on the profession entirely. I don't know why I didn't really think about the fact that strippers can be normal people too; not just slutty. (What a concept, huh?) I just always envisioned the profession totally taboo and dirty, but it is not really like that. I have so much more respect for the girls I met that night. I am meeting up with one tomorrow for lunch in fact. Overall, a great night and a great 21st for my Ross.