I had a girl over for a dinner that I prepared myself. I barbecued a coho salmon with a brown sugar/garlic/butter sauce and it came out phenomenal. Add "party bread" with her choice of spinach dip or fondue (she chose fondue)and a salad (oh my god... you like blue cheese... I like blue cheese!) and it was a fantastic dinner that I'm sure my housekeeper is going to hate cleaning up.

You should see me squirm when I'm with a girl I actually like. It's awesome. I'm nervous and self conscious and when I go in for a kiss good night it looks like an eighth grader sneaking a kiss during a slow song at the year-end dance.

Going to do my post date ritual of going to the strip club.

goochout.

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I suppose it's my duty as a strip club DJ to inform and celebrate the birthday of Dimebag Darrell Abbot who was killed in 2004 by a crazed fan with a gun during a December show.

If you've been sat up on stage for a birthday or bachelor party while I'm DJing the strip club, I've likely played Pantera's "Walk" for you.

In other news, I passed my motorcycle proficiency course through the State. This means it's legal for me to ride a motorcycle and carry a gun in Oregon. Maybe I should become a vigilante.

Or maybe I should just stick to writing little musings on a website and fixing computers.

Yeah, that's it. Born to be mild, indeed.

goochout.