I win. I get to go onto the next level and try again. I move up. moving on. i'm sorry if i'm not what you want. i'm sorry if i'm not who you thought i was. i'm sorry if your in any way disappointed with who i am. But tough shit. i'm gonna be who i am until the day i die. Sure i've changed over the years, but who doesn't. i'm sorry if i dont 'tickle your fancy' (or whatever the fuck terminology you want to use) like i used to. shit got real serious recently and it took me with it. so the shithead quarterback for the Steelers totally wiped out on his suzuki crotch rocket earlier and basically wasted this whole season before it even starts. I can only think of one thing, his dumb ass smashing into the car and through the windshield with the foo fighters "my hero" song playing in the background. You're a fuckin lame kid. Good Job. Of course i would SUPPORT whatever you do, be it to my disliking or not, it's what your doing. I support YOU, and that covers everything that you do, obviously. I just don't know. Nothing makes sense. I'm being forced to go to a Gretchen somebody country music chick concert saturday. I don't wish this upon anybody, even my worst enemy.