Ahh man, my last entry was supposed to be comical. I actually didn't cry and I wasn't depressed by any strech of the imagination. I don't place real value on scoring chicks, and I still don't really know what it means to score a chick anyways. I do think your blog is great and don't think much less of mine... it's just different. This is one of those entries that shouldn't be said but there is that nagging in the back of my mind and I don't think an entry is complete without a good disclaimer to go with it. At the same time, I won't downplay your entry, or give a counter statement that will nullify what you've said.

My empty, non substantive talk about girls is sometimes spoken in jest but is often times attached to the deeper desires in my life. A desire to be loved and a craving to love. My inability sometimes to get past my selfishness causes me to often disrespect girls sometimes with my words, and more often with my mind. I really am encouraged with the evident contentment you now hold towards girls, and it helps me find contentment in my own life.

I enjoy your friendship, and it is an extra bonus that you are also my brother. We may not have hot chicks right now, but we do have something hotter waiting for us any time we want to stop by Ale House and eat it. Read over my last comment again. You'll probably get a pretty good laugh out of it.